[active, sort-of-closed]

[inmyothertights]

Characters: Billy, Teddy - anyone else resident to the YA clubhouse who feels like dropping in feel free (I think that's Tommy, Kate, Temeraire and Pietro now?)
Content: On the bright side, Billy gets to see his boyfriend for the first time in months. On the not so bright side ... well, everyone's going to die.
Location: the YA clubhouse
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[not_ur_savior]

He hadn’t been murdered, though there were times on his trek through the city (after being ceremoniously dumped in a gutter) that he wished he had. It was a hard thing to witness; an entire city looking like a war had swooped down and took a giant crap on the place. He felt almost guilty; he was supposed to be a hero, right? How could this have even happened?

He was no Wolverine, but he knew the sound of Billy’s voice. Which was probably why whatever and whomever was in his way would be ran over. With a quick apology and promise to make it up to them later. Barreling around the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks. “Billy…”

There had been some hope, that maybe, just maybe Billy was safe at home and not in this warzone. Yet, it was undeniably Billy in front of him. He wasn’t sure what to say or do, instead he took the space between them quickly and wrapped the magic user in his arms.

[hustleitup]

It felt good to be be doing something other than running around for once. Something more mundane, like playing video games...with a nephew from the future. Though Pietro had stopped thinking about that last part a long time ago, it saved him quite a few headaches. He hadn't gotten to play any video games for ages

editing because PURA MADE ME

[inmyothertights]

Billy barely registered what Pietro had said - partially because his ... alternate universe teenage uncle, he was so never going to get used to that ... was moving too fast, but mostly because he'd briefly stopped giving a damn about anything except the fact that Teddy had not, in fact, had his legs bitten off by crab parasites, or his head stepped on by monsters, or been otherwise slaughtered or maimed beyond recognition.

For a moment Billy just hugged him back, too relieved to actually say anything, and then he exhaled, relaxing the death-grip he had on Teddy. Just a bit. "Oh god, Ted, I -" He broke off abruptly, the obnoxious speedster alarms clanging somewhere in the back of his head, and, sure enough, there was an obnoxious white-haired eye-rolling individual there when he looked up. Looking obnoxious.

"... What do you want, Tommy," he said, tensing up a little. Wrong speedster, but he hadn't been back to the clubhouse since Pietro had come to stay there, and he wasn't used to having more than one of them around.

[letsdosomecrime]

Tommy had pretty much stopped thinking about Pietro as his uncle and more like a friend. He enjoyed having someone around that he didn’t have to slow down for, in pretty much all aspects of his life. The act that he was playing video games with someone who could actually keep up with him was a refreshing experience to say the least. Usually he just beat everyone because of his reaction speeds, to the extent that nobody ever let him play anymore. There were only so many times the team would let you wipe the floor with them before they’d lose interest. Which was a pity. Because he did like wiping the floor with Eli. Oh well. At least Pietro was an actual challenge