This choice: Janet van Dyne aka The Wasp - Good old fashioned friendship never hurt • Go Back...Chapter #6the Wasp's Self-Imposed Scarlet Weight Watch by: Bobo the Hobo  And while Janet did have a few people in mind, she was a little sore to discover that not one of them would be able to help her out.
Carol was off-world, that much she should have suspected, but Janet had started to wonder if that was just an excuse to dip out on social obligations (it’s a hell of an alibi). Jennifer apparently had cases stacked as high as she stood tall, and Janet wasn’t about to challenge her on that. Both Jessicas, of the spider-y and investigative varieties, had obligations with their kids. Nat wasn’t exactly the “talk it out” kind of person—and no one was really gunning to compare trauma conga lines with that one. Was Jean Grey alive again? She might have worked? No, the X-guys had enough of their own problems to work through.
But she couldn’t just pair Wanda off with someone younger than her—someone who hadn’t been in this game for as long as everyone else had—in hopes that their idealism would rub off on her. The younger generation had it rough in their own ways, but Wanda had literally been in a group called the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. Superheroics had come a long way and it had left a lot of scars on a lot of Avengers over the years in ways that girls like Ms. Marvel or Clint’s protégé couldn’t even begin to understand. Even still, there was no way that she could let any of the male Avengers sticking their spoons in this pot. Tony would slap a band-aid on it and wonder why she was still comfort food-ing on floating ice cream three days later.
The real issue with all of this was that everyone knew what Wanda was going through. They were Avengers, and that pretty much meant constantly mucking things up until they got it right. Wanda had gone through a lot—a lot—over the course of her career, and nobody knew what that kind of stress could do to a person better than someone who used to be married to Hank Pym.
So, without any further options… that left none other than the Wasp.
After all, they’d both been Avengers longer than almost everybody else—why should it have been anyone else but her?
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“Go away.”
Janet found herself on the other side of Wanda’s door yet again. This time she was flying solo. She felt that it was better to approach Wanda one on one without the Vision. She didn’t want her friend to feel like they were ganging up on her, after all. Plus, with that messy history, Viz’s presence might have hindered her a lot more than helped.
“I didn’t even knock yet!” Janet whined, “Come on Wanda, let me in!”
“No.” she said flatly, through the wall.
Wasp rolled her eyes let out a groan quiet enough to not be heard through the tower walls. She definitely wasn’t making this easy—which sucked, because she seemed to be the only one willing to lift a hand here.
“O-kay, guess I’ll just be off then!” Janet said loudly, “Since you don’t want my help!”
She started stomping in place, gradually taking quieter and quieter steps without ever leaving her spot before stopping altogether. She waited a moment, held her ear to the door, and readied her hand at the doorknob.
“I know you’re still out there.”
“DAMMIT WANDA.” Janet broke her silence, “How did you know?!”
“I can still see your feet from the bottom of the door.”
Janet let out a groan, pressing her head against the wall to Wanda’s room. This was so frustrating! All she was trying to do was help her friend before things got out of hand. More out of hand than they already were, really. Wanda had already put on a lot of weight since she started eating her feelings away and being known as the “Fat Avenger” wouldn’t exactly do wonders for her self-esteem right about now.
“Okay, look, if you won’t let me in, I’m coming in.” Janet cracked her fingers, “I’ll shrink right down and slip under the door. Through the keyhole. The air-vents. I’ve got all day Witchy-poo!”
Then, on the other side of the door, silence. Janet held her breath as she waited to hear the tell-tale footsteps of her roommate coming towards the door. As soon as she heard feet hit the floor, Janet knew that she’d gotten her. Finally she was getting somewhere—all without invading her privacy via Pym Particles!
The door slid down, revealing her friend and longtime teammate had obviously not been expecting company.
She was just as big as she’d been two days ago the last time she’d seen her, with the added girth of what had been an especially big lunch. Food floated behind her, casting an eerie red glow as her powers kept her meals easy to access and afloat. She’d dressed herself in pajamas—a large I’M NOT DAREDEVIL t-shirt that distorted along the curve of her prominent belly and chest. Her gray sweatpants were filled tightly with her ample hips and thighs. Her long brown hair, usually elegant and pristinely kept, was left in a bedheady disarray.
“What do you want from me?” Wanda hissed, her round cheeks creasing at the frown, “For weeks now you have been pestering me—telling me not to eat what I want, not to use my powers, threatening to break into my room now.”
“I just—”
“Want to tell me how to live my life?” Wanda poked Janet in her bony chest, “Want to tell me to stop eating? Well I like to eat. It makes me feel good. I can control it.”
“Wanda, I just—”
“No!” Wanda said, throwing her thick arms around, “You pester me like the annoying little bug you’re named after. You don’t leave me alone!”
“Wanda—”
“I was just fine in my room until you and that stupid robot decided to—”
“WANDA.” Janet said sternly, putting a hand on her friend’s surprisingly meaty shoulder, “I didn’t come here for that.”
Wanda exhaled, her proud features hardening as she put her hands on her chunky hips.
“Well.” She mumbled, embarrassed, “What did you come here for?”
“I figured we could go get some lunch.” Janet said a little softly, but not placatingly, “So we could eat together. Like friends.”
She looked behind her fellow Avenger to see the food still floating in place around the room.
“With our hands.”
Wanda’s thin lips tightened. She took a deep breath that swelled her bigger bosom and slowly let it out as she visibly contemplated the pro’s and con’s of her friend’s suggestion.
“Well…” she relented, “I am hungry.”
“I really don’t see how, but okay.” Janet joked, “We’ll both change into some civ’s and meet in the lobby. I know a great place.”
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