#speedliing

“Did you really think I would never find out about this?” The empty bag that once held the sweetest of treats, shipped in straight from Poland, had been pushed deep down in the trash bin and was now in her hand presented as evidence to the Young Avengers. It still smelled of egg shells and coffee grounds.

I’m sorry but who hasn’t? If he had to turn away everyone who’s screwed his family members there’d be no one left

                                      &   if not :   he can handle a threat.

his poker face is a warm smile ,  but the firmness of the green grip that clamps down to lead the imposter away from the crowd tells all.     once he’s sure they’re   juuuust   far enough away to be out of earshot but close enough for him to call his teammates into action ,  that smile falls.                     ❝  i know you’re not bruce banner. ❞                    his voice takes on a tone he’s still getting used to ,  not brazen or vain  ---  but confident all the same.

He spits water from his lungs with a violent cough, one shoe gone with the sack meant to carry him to the bottom of the river. His dignity is long gone as he flops to his back. Arm flung over his eyes to block the lone light at the end of the dock. Another cough and he feels like he can breath. Braving a squint around his arm at the blurry face. “If I had a Christmas card list I’d add ya on it...owe ya one hell of a gift for sure.”

teddy vc: I’M PLANNING TWO WEDDINGS KATE

     probably not the best idea to do comic book wednesdays. over christmas. at peak time. billy skirts around kids with their hands in their parent’s gift bags, and has to GAWK over the sales price of last years model of iron man memorabilia. he wriggles to the door, almost collapsing into teddy’s side all empty-handed. ❛ i can’t believe i’m saying this, but lets just get the digital download. ❜ he side-steps, to let a dazed mother shuffle past, overwhelmed and probably overspending. ❛ unless you want to wait in line until next month. ❜

     it was probably too much of a lost cause. everywhere has decked their halls and pulled out the santa hats for their clothing mannequins. they can’t breathe in the mall food-court without inhaling someones batch of sugar cookies. it’s the usual, but billy’s too used to hanukkah lights and carols to actually, you know, get used to it. this year’s different. sure, the menorah is out on the window ledge and his mom wants him home for late december, but the thing by the glass is plastic and he isn’t sure which aunt is bringing which cousin this year. this year, they get to do actual christmas shopping, where billy doesn’t just sign his name on the bottom of teddy’s gifts to feel included when the young avengers passed stuff around their hq.