Scott had come back from one of those missions.

The kind that left bruises under his skin and damage he tried to pretend didn’t bother him.

His suit had taken a beating. Parts of the blue fabric were torn open around the shoulders and ribs, seams hanging loose where blades or debris had caught him. His utility harness was scratched to hell, one of the clasps barely holding together anymore. Worst of all, his visor had a crack spidering through one side of the ruby quartz.

Scott hated that part most.

Even if Hank could fix it, seeing damage on the thing he relied on every second of every day always made something tense in his shoulders.

By the time the two of you got ready for bed, he’d already decided the suit was done for. He’d get another one made eventually. No point salvaging something that had been through that much damage.

You hadn’t argued with him about it.

Which honestly should’ve tipped him off immediately.

The room had gone quiet after a while, Scott laying beside you with one arm tucked under his head, eyes closed behind the ruby glasses he wore around the room instead of the visor.

Then he felt the mattress shift.

Careful.

Slow.

Like someone trying not to wake him.

Scott cracked an eye open just enough to see you sneaking out of bed with suspicious amounts of stealth for someone who supposedly wasn’t doing anything.

You glanced back once before slipping out of the room.

Scott waited.

Five minutes.

Ten.

Fifteen.

By thirty minutes, curiosity finally won.

Kitchen? Empty.

Living room? Nothing.

Back porch? No sign of you.

He even checked the upstairs lounge before finally sighing and heading toward the lab downstairs, figuring it was the only place left.

The second he walked in, he found you.

You were completely absorbed in what you were doing.

Headphones covered your ears, music loud enough that Scott could faintly hear the beat from where he stood. Your foot tapped against the floor as you worked, completely unaware you weren’t alone anymore.

And spread across the lab table in front of you was his suit.

Scott slowed to a stop.

You were repairing the suit itself by hand.

And spread around you was his uniform.

His visor rested carefully on a padded holder beneath one of the lab lights, tiny tools beside it along with replacement ruby quartz pieces already cut and prepared. His utility harness hung nearby so the torn sections wouldn’t strain further.

And you…

You were sewing his suit back together.

Pins rested between your lips while your hands worked carefully along one of the ripped seams, focused enough that you didn’t even notice Scott approaching behind you.

Scott couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at his mouth.

Quietly, he walked up behind you and rested a hand over one side of your headphones, pulling them down just enough for you to hear him.

“Since when do you fix suits?” he asked softly.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

Your head whipped around so fast Scott actually laughed under his breath.

“You scared the hell out of me.” You told him.

“Considering you snuck out of bed like Remy robbing a bank vault, I think I’m allowed.”