Fishing, Favor, Tool

The two of them walked away, and Maggie looked suspiciously at the Ant-Man suit which Scott was wearing. "Don't tell me you're cosplaying Iron Man. His suit's made out of metal."

Scott didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Just think of it as me wearing it to make little peanut happy."

Pausing for a moment, he continued, "I… have been in some trouble recently. It's inconvenient for me to call, so I could only come here in secret."

Maggie's face changed, and she seemed to understand something. She covered her mouth and exclaimed in a low voice, "Oh my god, don't tell me you haven't been checking in with your parole officer?"

It was quite troublesome for anyone who broke parole to live properly after that.

She put her hand to her forehead again and took a deep breath. "Let me get Paxton to think of a solution for you."

Scott rolled his eyes. He wasn't breaking parole! Why the hell did he need that guy?