A/N: Oi, so this is my first fanfiction ever; I've chosen YA because I LOVE BillyxTeddy (OTP is an understatement) & I wanted to see if I could try working with it. That being said, Teddy hasn't even shown up yet. Oh well! He will soon.

I tend to write very descriptive & long narratives, so please mind that; & reviews/criticism is always welcome, but be soft on the 'correctness' of facts (who's in the Avengers, who died first, what so-&-so said in Issue #8 as supposed to what I've written, &c.) I'm more looking for actual writing advice (but if something's REALLY off, for example if Batman showed up in the Avengers or something, please kindly let me know haha).

But yeah, this is an AU, wherein Billy isn't a part of the YA, he knows he's the Scarlet Witches' son (but hasn't found her), is biologically related to Tommy, & this also takes place in a kind of world where the Avengers are, to restate the summary, kind of corrupt. That'll be central in this story.

Anyways, here goes! -大卫

(Oh, & about my name; I'm a gay guy who actually practises the Wiccan religion, so to say I love Billy Kaplan is, again, an understatement.)

I don't really name chapters either, so they're just gonna be 'Chap. 1,' 'Chap. 2,' &c.

"Tommy …," Billy could feel the sting of tears in his eyes.

"Y'see, bub, when I said I'd fuck you up for looking for her, I meant it," Wolverine's hoarse voice was perfectly matched with the sadistic smile on his face.

Billy's eyes became inflamed with turquoise blue; the colour that meant running away was a good idea.

But Wolverine didn't run; he was far too stubborn to believe an omega-powered mutant like Billy Kaplan could do any harm to him at all. He just stood & watched as Billy's small, lean body began to vibrate.

Only when Billy began to levitate off of the ground & clench his fists did Wolverine decide it might not be a smart thing to stick around.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath, hopping the chain-link fence behind him & running down the dark alley from which he came.

Billy laughed darkly, "Not so fast."

A sickening crack was all Wolverine heard before he woke up in Avengers' tower, with Jarvis at his side holding a syringe of cyan-coloured fluid.

"What …," he stammered weakly. Even Jarvis wasn't accustomed to seeing or hearing Wolverine in such a weakened state.

Captain America slowly walked up to the side of Wolverine's bed, & shook his head.

"The kid must've done something really bad, if Logan can't even heal himself all the way."

"Indeed," Jarvis flicked the syringe a couple of times to get rid of any air bubbles in the fluid, then poised to aim at Wolverine's seriously burnt upper arm.

"Ow! You son of a―"

"Logan, you need this. Calm down," Captain America pushed Wolverine back into bed as he shot up from the surprise.

"What the hell happened?" Wolverine spat.

"You were attacked, almost killed, by one of the Scarlet Witches' sons, Billy. It's been 3 days since you were conscious," Captain America sighed.

"That little …," Wolverine growled, his claws pushing out from between his bruised knuckles.

"You killed his brother, Logan."

"Yeah, so what!? That little shit's next, too! I'm just doing what Tony said," Wolverine had amassed the strength to sit up in his bed.

"In case you haven't noticed, Logan, the Avengers work as a team. We don't go off independently, fulfilling little side missions without the consent & support of the rest of the group first, especially when those little 'errands' are of a personal nature."

"Personal!? How can you say that, Cap, after what that bitch did to us? She ruined the Avengers. & there's no doubt those two little misfits are gonna turn out exactly like her, if we give them the chance."

Captain America raised his voice slightly, "Us, Logan. What she did to us was a tragedy. Not you; u-s. The whole team," he backed off a little & quieted down, "& may I remind you that you were as bad of a misfit as they come, once."

Wolverine just stared at Cap, his teeth bared.

"I'll say this now; you can go off trying to kill whoever the fuck you want, Logan, but me nor the rest of the team are going to cover your ass every time you get hurt from doing it. We need to secure these kids, not peg them off like wild animals. They have potential, just like you did when you came to us. I'll do what I can to make sure no-one else finds out about you being a murderer this time, but next time, I make no promises."

& with that, Captain America led Jarvis out of Wolverine's hospital-like room, & slammed the door.

Wolverine punched a hole in the wall beside him, & regretted it, the pain in his hand still fresh like it just happened.

Just a week or two before, Iron Man made the suggestion that the Avengers 'go after & take out' the Scarlet Witches' two sons, Billy & Tommy, after Tommy sped into a bank & took everything he could get his hands on, severely injuring three people in the process.

"While Billy hasn't done anything, yet, he's the one with the most power ― with enough training, or simply an intense emotional trigger, he could clap his hands & kill everything on this planet," Iron Man paced the office in front of the other Avengers.

"That's why they should be killed," Wolverine licked his lips; it had been far too long since he killed, being a 'hero' & everything.

"No," Captain America got out of his seat, "this is preposterous. We don't kill without reason, especially children."

"No reason? Cap, these kids are ticking time bombs!" Iron Man threw his hands in the air. "What … you want to train them?"

"Why not?" Cap shrugged, turning to face the others. "Wouldn't it be something if we could show the Scarlet Witch that she's in the wrong, by making her two sons the greatest Avengers this world has ever seen?"

"Why," Wolverine retorted, "so you can have your lovely Wanda say she's sorry & come back to the Avengers, to you? I don't think so ― let's just kill them all & be done with it."

Captain America clenched his fists, "That's not what I meant, Logan."

"Alright! Alright, here's what we'll do," Iron Man stepped between the two men, "we'll come up with a plan to secure them here. We'll train them, & most of all, we'll make no mention of this to Magneto, the Scarlet Witch, or anyone in that company; we'll let them do that. Agreed?"

Cap & the other Avengers, except for Wolverine, nodded with agreement.

"Logan?" Cap raised his eyebrows.

"Whatever," Wolverine waved it off.

Billy was standing in front of a large, mahogany coffin, inlayed with floral designs & with gold tassels on the four corners.

"Tommy would hate this coffin," Billy thought to himself, his lips twitching upward at the corners for a millisecond.

As Billy & Tommy's mother, Rebecca, read out Tommy's eulogy, Billy thought about the whole scenario. Of course Wolverine wasn't going to be charged with murder, the Avengers would never allow for that. This whole thing was going to remain a sham, a secret kept from the public, & from his own mother. Billy knew he wouldn't let his brother pass away being swept under a rug like that. But who knows what the Avengers, or more specifically Wolverine, would do if they found out that Billy told people, especially a civilian, about what actually happened? Billy wasn't usually a timid person, but remembering seeing his own brother be impaled through his chest by three razor-sharp adamantium claws made him shiver at what would happen to him. & he knew Tommy would be extremely pissed off if Billy got himself killed over this whole incident. Heaven would kind of suck for Billy if his brother sat there bitching at him for eternity.

So then this was it; Billy was going to avenge his death by killing the Avengers. He smiled slyly at the irony, a single icy tear rolling down his face as they lowered Tommy's coffin into the ground. His face twisted with rage watching his mother wailing in his father's arms.

"Oh yes," Billy thought to himself, "Wolverine, & all of the other Avengers, are gonna pay."