A/N: Okay, so the other day I realized there was a story plot flaw in my AU. I'm talking about Family Matters, since I placed this after Family Matters and before Civil War. So now I need an explanation of how Tommy escaped and how Teddy was saved. So this chapter is another super long one! So welcome to my life and more explanations! Oh, and Wickling kisses!


Billy

You think I'd be used to being blown back by explosions by now. Nope. Especially when I risked revealing my identity in front of Teddy. That and I didn't have a chance to react when Teddy pushed me back and grew green scales, leaving me with no time at all to put up a guard.

The thunderous boom concussed in my head and threw me on my back harder than I anticipated. I felt my feet leave the ground, and from there, it all went black.

I didn't know how long I was out, probably a few minutes seeing as how I much in pain I was in. I could only lift open my eyes into slits when I regained consciousness, my left arm was under my belly, bent awkwardly. It wasn't broken, but it was definitely sprained or twisted.

But what I saw shocked me the most.

In front of me, Teddy was crawling towards me, the Doom Bots yards behind. Thing is, Teddy wasn't Teddy. He was fading between green and his golden-tan skin, scales sporadically shifting into the texture of his complexion, and his body was disproportionate, muscles either human size or…Hulkling size.

Teddy winced with every attempt he made towards me, becoming more and more human as he got closer. If I weren't in so much pain right now, I'm sure the expression over my face would be shock. Sadly, asphalt was smothering my face and a million thoughts were already processing in my head.

It all made sense now. The fandomized fanboy, the shady past, the limited social life, that 2 hour long discussion about how awesome the Young Avengers were and…wait…that means…

Hulkling, the Young Avenger who lost his mother, the selfless hero, the shapeshifter who I fell for in both of my lives, which were now crashing together viciously in a storm of confusion. And a hint of magic. Possibly.

My eyes lids were hit with another wave of nausea, probably from the slight concussion I now have.

The doom bots were over us now, feeling their heavy footsteps reverberate through my body. Mother had to be around here somewhere, ready to sweep me off into the pocket dimension. I kept of whispering in my mind small prayers that someone would help me. Mother. Magneto. Tommy!

My other arm was splayed out towards Teddy, and his fingertips managed to brush mine, giving me a slight comfort. My magic couldn't be used while I'm in this condition, and from my knowledge, Hul-Teddy, didn't have that fast of regenerative powers.

Then just as I thought it was over…

"Avengers Assemble!" a voice called, and I let myself slip into unconsciousness again.

I came to again, this time I was being cradled in a pair of warm arms in someone's lap. I knew it was Teddy just by how gently he held me, the resonating cross of energy between us. I could already feel my magic repairing my body for me from the inside. The pain in my arm was a dull pain now as well.

"Billy…" Teddy's angelic voice called to me from my slumber. I was afraid that this was some kind of hallucination created by the concussion that I was sure that I had now. I was hoping that this was just me getting caught up in another crazy dream of mine where Teddy, my Teddy, wasn't Hulkling, the big green lovable giant, who also happens to be one of my enemies on the battlefield.

And there were so many references I could've pull from that single thought that I refuse to explain due to my already unstable psyche.

Forcing my eyes open, I whimper and gasp, "Teddy?"

I try sitting up, but I hiss in pain as the dull ache returns to a sharp jolt of pain. I fall back into Teddy's arms which are green again, pulling me closer. He was holding me like it was the first time he's been Hulkling holding me.

Only if he knew.

"I told you there were things I couldn't tell you…" Teddy solemnly smirked, a tear rolling down the side of his cheek. Oh man. Now I felt a little guilty for not listening. I weakly smiled in return, nuzzling a bit into the crevice of his bicep and forearm.

I tried keeping my eyes on Teddy's face, but my sight kept on going unfocused. However, the greeting I couldn't exactly comprehend fully at the moment, from Captain America seemed to help.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Billy." Captain mother-freaking America saluted. I didn't know whether to be excited, or a little afraid if they ever found out the identity of my alter ego. I played the fanboy role though.

"Okay, I must be hallucinating for sure." I huff, "Cuz I swear you were just Hulkling, and Captain America just said my name."

"You're going to be okay Billy. Don't worry. You're not hallucinating." Teddy consoled, shifting back into the gorgeous, dumb, adorable, Teddy bear that I've grown to care about way more than I should've allowed, but I'm okay with now, now that I KNOW he isn't dropping me because he thinks he's too good for me.

It's because he cares.

At this, I start having a coughing fit. The rough air hitting my throat in a painful rip. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to keep myself from getting my germs all over Teddy. But that didn't prevent as something flew up my throat a bit. When I pulled my hand back, blood speckled my skin.

"Stay with him. Take him back to the Tower. Jarvis will take care of him." Captain told Teddy, noticing the blood.

"Pops?!" Teddy asked.

I had to raise an eyebrow at that. Did Hulkling just call Captain America, 'Pops'? And not in a friendly casual way, but more like when a kid talks to their parent.

A pang of guilt hit me when I realized that Captain America was probably the closest thing Teddy had to a parent now.

"He doesn't look too good. The hospitals in the area are already evacuated. The tower is the best place." Cap explained.

"But, I can still…"

"Fight?" Cap finished for Teddy, "Civilians first, Teddy."

The captain smiled at me, "Especially this one."

If my eye sight wasn't failing on me now, I could've sworn Teddy was blushing right now.

"Alright" Teddy agreed, picking me up bridal style, unfurling his wings yet again, "C'mon Billy. Stick with me here."

I grin, "You know *cough* I've always wanted to visit Avenger's Tower *cough* but I never wanted to like this?" As we rose into the air, it seemed like my health seemed to decrease. What was happening to me? My magic should've been healing me by now. Something was wrong. There was an imbalance in the universe somewhere and it was refracting back to me.

"What? Whisked away by your favorite Young Avenger?" Teddy…or more appropriately at the moment, Hulkling joked. As we picked up speed, he held me closer.

"Oh, you know, that's such a normal thing to want." I smile. Another dizzying spell hit me. No. Not good. "Teddy…er…Hulkling…I'm…I'm happy you were honest with…me." I managed to get out. My voice began to falter and my eyes started to get heavier.

"I'm sorry for keep you in the dark for so long. I'll explain every once we get you patched up." Teddy apologized, warily smiling, "C'mon Billy. Stick with me! You can't pass out now. We're almost there!"

I managed a wary smile as I slipped into the darkness again, "Sorry, Teddy. I don't think I'm going to make it."

Choking out some final words, I leaned into Teddy's shoulder, enjoying the wind in my hair before I lost consciousness again, "I…I…lo…love…you"

Teddy squeezed me closer whispering in my ear, "Don't worry Billy. I'll keep you safe."

And for once, I believed I would be.


Billy's Dream

Another year, another tortuous era of my life as an outcast in high-school. I had taken it upon myself to take as many classes as possible. I figured if I'm going to spend my time here, it might as well be invested to the future. My day consisted of mostly AP classes and easy electives like art or comic book club.

Also, this meant another year of being hopelessly in love with a boy who I would never have a chance with.

Teddy Altman.

I sat in my Geometry class, second row, closer to door, not too close to the board, and not too anxiously placed to leave, perfect to day dream in or to get work done. Or to sneak glances back at Teddy easily. He was in the third row, next to the window.

Usually he'd have the same idea…day dreaming I mean.

He'd be so peaceful, chin in palm, his Neptune eyes lost in the outside world, his mind wandering off to whatever he thinks about. I can't help but admire him. I've known for a while that Teddy liked superheroes. His earrings were a clear sign he was on team Hulkling.

I always wondered what went on in his mind. Maybe he thought about football 24/7 like most typical jocks. Perhaps he was one of those secret poets who contemplate the meaning of life. But most likely, he was staring out at the girl's cheer club having their practice for 4th hour before lunch.

That probability stung in my heart.

I've been in love with Teddy Altman for a year now. You could call it love at first sight. I call it, "love at first bump." Take that as you will. I remember meeting him at the beginning of my freshman year, running into him at lunch once.

It was like hitting a ton of bricks. Both Teddy and cupids barrage of arrows. It was a simple bump though. I was being clumsy as usual and I wasn't watching where I was going, and I happened to run into Ted who was leaning over tying his shoe.

He stood up instantly and caught me. My food too!

And that was strike number 1.


Strike number 2 didn't happen until months later.

Teddy and I were also in the same Biology class. He seemed to be more adept at this subject, interested by DNA, mutations, and how amino acids, codons, introns, mRNA, and all that complex technical stuff worked.

He and another jock, Greg, were constructing a DNA strand together, bickering playfully with each other as they assembled the pieces of it. I was on the other side of the room, assembling my DNA strand by myself with twizzlers and dum-dum lollipops.

I hated having feelings sometimes.

And this whole high-school hierarchy thing.

I was at the bottom. I was one of the outcasts. One of the extreme outcasts. I was one of those nerds who even the nerds didn't like. I was one of those kids who could stand out and be invisible at the same time, depending on where I was. I was one of those kids who only the adults liked because they felt pity on me. And the kid who could disappear without a trace.

I for one hated labels, yet they described who I am.

As for Teddy…he lived at the top.

In our high-school Camelot, Teddy was King Arthur. He led the jocks of the round table, fair maidens always at his feet. He could prance around halls with that smile on his face, and everyone around him would greet him with a smile in return. He's a person who was so naturally perfect. No one could hate him.

Not even me.

And that…killed me.

The thoughts spun around in my head incessantly like a day-nightmare. The feeling of failure filled my heart even though I had never started. It hurt more than anything else forcing yourself to give up before the event you want to perform all because it's already a lost cause. Then living your life holding that back? Hiding your inner feelings for the sake of your safety and for the sanity of others? And by that I mean, throwing Teddy off his game.

So I held it all in. I refused to let these emotions out. Letting myself express what I wanted, what I needed… that was out of the question.

That wasn't easy when you also had powers to keep under control.

While I was completing my lab report, I noticed the room had suddenly gotten quiet. The reason why I noticed though was because Teddy's laugh stopped abruptly, making me look up. Palm my eyes, making sure I wasn't dreaming, I realized that this was happening.

I glanced at my reflection, noticing how blue was radiating off of me and in my eyes, and faded away. The kids in my class were all frozen in place. It was like in those movies where everything was suspended in time and a single person could do whatever they wanted.

The teacher was directing two students on how to properly construct a DNA strand, while another group's DNA was collapsing, the pieces held in place by my power; a girl was in mid step, carrying her strand to the desk full of other finished strands. Teddy was getting up from his seat, smiling at Greg, holding his strand in one hand, ready to take his model up.

I got up from my seat, walking over to Teddy, so interested in how this worked. I stared right into his face, standing between Greg and Teddy, directly in their line of sight. It was like he was looking at me, those blue eyes that I fell for months ago. I raised a hand, about to caress his strong jaw, but I pulled back, fearing that touching him would deactivate this…spell? I didn't know.

It was nice to know I was part of his world in a creepy, stalker, magical way. But in reality, he was looking right through me, something I knew the feeling of all too well. And thing is, I just couldn't stand it.

Fearing that the spell would wear off any second now, I walked over to my seat.

I didn't get there because next thing I knew, Teddy was running into me, his model crumbling over my head, the twizzlers and melted candy sticking to my hair.

"Ow!" I whined, hitting my head against the tile floor. I opened my eyes to see Teddy leaning over me, his boy towering over me.

"Oh crap. Sorry!" Teddy frowned, "Are you okay? You sorta came out of nowhere there."

I tried talking but my mind was locked in recovery mode. Teddy Altman was in between my legs, his face inches from mine and I was covered in food. My mind was so overwhelmed that I started to tear up and I just pushed him off me and ran out.

It was a good thing I got my work done in class.

And that I got a haircut the next day.


But that was last year. The rest of that school year went by smoothly with the occasional emotional breakdown. They may or may not have also been fueled by the stress of controlling my powers. And meeting my long lost brother, Tommy.

Tommy was locked up in Mutant Juvie. And my first big mission was to go in and break him out.

I remember flying in, arms a blazing with blue fire, and the determination to see this brother of mine. Although, in my civilian life, I had 2 younger twins, who were annoying as Hell. It was a shame that as a supervillain teen that I couldn't do anything I wanted because for one, I'm still a kid, and two, I wasn't one to kill family. That was a line barely crossed in the supervillain ranks too.

And now here I was, a new year, a new start, I was just hitting the 1 year mark of being on the super-radar. I managed to make a few friends in the newly established comic book club, and joined art class because why not? If I stared at comics all day, I might as well learn how to appreciate and do the art more.

Oh, and there was still Teddy Altman.

That was another 1 year mark for me.

Although it took everything in my will power to not cast a love spell on him. I learned that from the comics. Because whenever someone in the comics ever act off their emotions and abuse their powers, nothing good ever happens.

That was the edge I had over all the other rookies, aka, The Young Avengers. I didn't make the same mistakes like all the other heroes. And that was another asset that made me valuable. I knew the mind of the superhero. I knew their weaknesses. I knew their mind sets. And I knew their powers inside and out.

Thanks to being a superhero nerd.

It was nice to know that one of my lives was successful.

But I know deep down in my heart, I will always be Billy Kaplan. The freak who shocked Kessler last year. The invisible boy who was only noticed by the worse people possible. The outcast. Another one of Teddy's victims to his infinite charm.

For the past year, I've done nothing but pass by him every single day in the halls, watching like puppy in the pound, soppily pathetic, hoping to be noticed. My locker was only 1 row away on the other side, and every day, I'd watch him in the corner of my in using the mirror on the inside of my locker door whenever I'm exchanging books for the next class. And during the classes I do have with him, I always trail behind him because I'm afraid about confronting him.

It sucked.

Then after class one day, the Geometry teacher came up to me and told me to meet someone I needed to tutor.

And finally we make a full circle.

It's been a week now since I started tutoring Teddy. We fell into a simple routine. Surprisingly Teddy has a very flexible schedule in his football practices, being the captain and all. We met every day after school in the library by the windows, in a group of tables all to ourselves. Mainly because I was already a regular there at the table and nobody came near to me unless they needed paper.

This week has been complete and utter torture for me. Teddy had this was of being so close to people and being so comfortable around them. It was like he radiated a magnetic aura that made me accept him, yet get flustered at the same time. Those may or may not have been the raging teenage hormones talking though.

Every night for that first week, I couldn't fall asleep. My thoughts were locked on Teddy on how he moved, he talked, how his eyebrows always scrunched slightly and he would bite the end of his pencil whenever he encountered a difficult question on his Geometry that made my mind who wild in fantasies.

That and Teddy would text me. At first it was innocent little things like how he appreciated the time I'm volunteering. He was a true gentleman. Don't let his brutish appearance fool you. And then it started getting personal, like how he remembers seeing me in the halls a few times. I always flustered my way through those saying that I like to stay quiet. Teddy would always respond with frowny-face emoticons.

And when I did fall asleep, I dreamt of Teddy and I nonstop. I remember after the first tutoring session that I dreamt of us at Time Square during New Years. It was one of my favorite holidays. And Teddy and I were in the crowd watching the ball drop. The thousands of confetti were already falling above us with the snow, and the tiny little fragments of light shining in contrast of the obsidian black sky.

My arms were wrapped around Teddy, his cheeks rosy from the frosty wind, but his ear muffs covered his head so he had a bit of protection against the elements. Our winter coats kept us a few more inches apart than I liked, but I wasn't complaining in the coziness of my red scarf.

5…4…3…2…

I locked eyes with Teddy, his eyes were icy blue in the bright fluorescent lights shining over us, and his thoughts were in sync with mine as we leaned closer to each other.

…1!

And as the ball came to a stop, an alarm sounded off, right as my lips brushed against Teddy's…or 'Dream Teddy's' lips, waking me with a jolt. I remember cursing the hell out of my alarm clock and groaning at imagination, wishing that I hadn't had those thoughts in my mind.

There was another one. This time Teddy and I were at a football game. We were up ahead, obviously, and Teddy just threw another end zone ball. The crowd cheered and ran into the field. Air horns filled the air, school colors were filling the green grass, and I couldn't help but get caught up. I fell to the ground, unable to get up because of the constant movement around me.

Then a voice called out to me from the crowd, and immediately, people moved out of my way. Splitting the dozens of raging fans like the red sea, a clear opening was made between me and Teddy. Teddy rushed through and picked me up.

"You came." Teddy smiled, gently bringing me upright.

I stepped up on the toes of his cleats, getting a few more inches on our height difference, "I did."

Teddy pulled me close, the crowd quiet as they watched us speak sweet words to one another, "You remember our bet before the game?"

"Which one. The one where I kiss you if you won? Or the one where I'd let you kiss me in front of everyone if it was a pass?" I answer back.

"Both." Teddy smiled into the kiss.

I imagined that his lips would be soft, but they turned out to be hard and…plastic-y?

My eyes bolted open when I realized that there was something very wrong and I upon regaining sight, I notice that my little brothers were holding my Captain America action figure to my face, where my saliva covered the chest and head.

I was thankful that Mother had thought me on how to control flashes of rage, or else my two little brothers would've been toads.


After a week of sleep deprivation, I wasn't exactly the pristine image of health. I had baggy eyes, my hair was in a permanent bed-head style, and my clothes looked like I had been wearing them for a week straight…which may or may not have been true.

It was Monday. Mondays were evil. Like Doctor Doom. Not much is said, but you know whatever happens, it won't be good.

I was sitting here in the library again with my head leaned against the palm of my hand while Teddy was working his way through some intersecting angles and the angles of polygons and polyhedrons. My mind was swimming in thought but at the same time, it was blinking in and out of consciousness. Teddy was so warm in the poorly temperature conditioned room. His leg pressed against mine, and the warmth was pulling me from reality.

I felt myself slip under the spell of exhaustion and drift away to my fantasy land.

I was dressed as Wiccan, flying through the streets of New York. It bright and the citizens were waving at me…smiling. I was in one of my dreams where I was a superhero. It was one of my "never tell anybody about this" fantasies. I've always wanted to be a hero. In honesty, being a villain brought the same thrill, but just not the same fulfilling feeling like a hero would.

In the dream, Teddy was already my boyfriend, waiting for me at the Empire State Building top. I floated down to his side, nobody else around to see us. Descending into his arms, he caught me in his grasp and held me close so that my belly was against his chest and my arms were comfortably around his neck.

"Hi…Billy." Teddy grinned with his smile so wide that it looked like it connected his ears.

"I don't know who that is…civilian." I grin back, coyly changing the game.

"Oh really?" Teddy smiles, pulling me closer, allowing me to easily bend over his face, "I'm there's a way I can convince you to remember."

"Jolt my memory will you?" I smirk and close the space in between us.

His lips are soft at first, but suddenly he rears back as if I was a flame. Next thing I know, my tail bone is in pain, falling on the concrete…or the carpeted floor of the library. I look up and gone is the Teddy I molded from my dreams, but a very, very, VERY upset Teddy above me, his shadow blocking a proper view on his face.

I didn't need the light to tell how he felt though.

Because I just did the stupidest thing possible.

"WHAT. THE. FUCK!" Teddy roared, wiping his mouth, spitting on my pants, "The hell was that?!"

"Shit…" I cursed, turning my head, unable to look him in the eyes, "Look, I can…"

"Explain?" Teddy angrily finished, "I think I got the idea, Kaplan. I don't have a thing against gays or anything, but when one randomly kisses me when I'm asking how to do a geometry question, then I do."

I inwardly curse again. My sleep talking had got the better of me again. Teddy must've been asking me something and it triggered the conversation I was having in my head. It was one of my many flaws. I stayed there on the floor as Teddy packed up his books.

"I knew it was a bad idea to…" Teddy mumbled.

"No, wait. Ted. I didn't mean it. I was dreaming and…" I tried to explain.

"Listen, Billy. I'm not gay." Teddy stated plainly, "So please, if you have any feelings towards me, kill them, because…"

I blocked out the rest of his words, too much pain striking in my heart already. There were so many ways he could've ended that sentence with words.

…because I have a girlfriend

…because I'm too good for you

…because I'm a jock and you're a nerd

…because you're a freak

"Please…I'm sorry. It won't happen again." I begged, tears welling in my eyes.

Teddy glared at me through the corner of his eye, and shook his head, "Look, I think it's best if we never talked to each other again." And he walked off.

"Teddy! Wait!" I ran after him, grabbing his arm.

"Get off you fucking fagot!" Teddy retaliated, and shook me out of his grasp, using the momentum to bring his other hand up in a fist and…

I didn't register the punch because the next thing I knew, I was jolted awake from my dream…or nightmare. There were three thoughts in my head. 1) My head felt like it was going to exploded if I moved quickly again. 2) I was in a bed that wasn't my own. 3) Somebody was holding my hand

I lay back down and turned my head slowly to see Teddy, shirtless, laying on the bedside, cradling my uninjured hand like a lifeline. I half smiled. It was only a dream. The Teddy here beside was real. Or at least I hope. If there's anything I've learned from my dreams, it's that I have to enjoy them while they last. Although, I was 95% sure that this was real life. Mostly because of the pain.

The moonlight flooding inside from the window that lined the opposite side of the room signified that it was still night time, the same night judging by the crusty feeling of the dried blood under the bandages on my forehead. And the incessant ache from my arm didn't help either. I closed my eyes and searched my mind.

My memories slowly came back to me. Question were coming faster than answers. Where was I? Why was Teddy here with me? Why did it look like I was in some tower in the middle of Manhattan overlooking Central Park? And why was I wearing a Hulkling shirt that was 2 sizes too big? And why were my pants not my own?

"Oh crap." I muttered, my eyes flying open at realization.

I was in Avengers Mansion. Teddy, or more specifically, Hulkling carried me here after protecting me from a full salvo missile barrage from a battalion of Doom Bots. Then Captain America came over, to which Teddy called "Pops," and sent me here.

These facts exploded in my mind more than watching one of those movies where the plot twist makes the entire audience scream "Oh My God." Or makes fans scream for their feels. Like Doctor Who.

So that meant that Teddy, aka Hulkling, is now my…boyfriend? Our status has yet to be determined. My identity as Wiccan is probably unraveling by the hour. And the Avengers are probably going to execute me, seeing me as a threat since I'm most likely and Omega Level mutant like my mother with the ability to warp reality.

While in thought, a mechanical door slid open, footsteps click-clacking their way to the bed where I was laying. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep as the figure fiddled with the instruments that were in my arm and pressed a few buttons on the monitors. He then proceeded to dig through a cabinet, pulling a few items from it, then placing it on a tray nearby.

"Master Theodore." He called lightly, shaking Teddy awake, the slight movement on the bed indicating that it was awakening him.

"Jarvis?"

I had a little bit of a fanboy moment. Jarvis! The Jarvis that Tony Stark hired to take care of the Tower while he was away and is like the grandfather to the Young Avengers. That little moment however spiked my pulse readings, my ruse slightly broken.

"Billy?" Teddy whimpered weakly. I opened my eyes, unable to bear how broken and pathetically affectionate his voice was at the moment.

"Hey, Teddy." I croak out. My own voice was weak. Jarvis in the meantime was already preparing a shot for me, drawing in a liquid from a vial.

"Oh God! You're okay." Teddy squeezed my hand, "Everything is going to be okay. You have a slight concussion and you dislocated you shoulder. We got everything back into position, but you won't be able to get up for a while. Jarvis is gonna give you some pain killer for the arm though."

And at that, Jarvis quickly and precisely chose that moment to inject the needle into my arm. I barely noticed because I was distracted by how Teddy was smiling at me. Then Jarvis politely bowed and we thanked him while he gracefully stepped out of the room, giving us the privacy we needed.

"So…this isn't some messed up dream?" I ask.

"No. I promise it isn't." Teddy smiled, "I'm surprised you aren't asking a billion questions right now, or having a heart attack."

I laugh lightly. I was surprised too. "Why don't we start out with…how?!"

Teddy laughed, "Well, you see. My mom was the Skrull Princess and my father was Captain Marvel. And they loved each other so much that they…"

"No! Not that!" I laugh harder, but I regretted it immediately when I started to cough.

"Maybe I'll leave the comedy act for later." Teddy suggested, moving closer to me.

"You think?" I invite him into the bed beside me. He was propped against the head board while I leaned against his shoulder, gazing at the New York lights.

"Just…tell me…" I begin.

"…I'll tell you whatever you want." Teddy whispered, his tone so reassuring that it made my tense nerves ease faster.

"…why you picked me?" I ask, closing my eyes and leaning more into Teddy's chest, his face nuzzling into the top part of my head.

"Do I really need a reason to fall for a guy like you?" Teddy answered back with a question.

"Yes," I whine, "…if you haven't noticed Teddy. I'm not exactly boyfriend material."

"Of course you are!" Teddy complained back, "Billy, I like you for you."

I look into his eyes. They were telling the truth. I saw sympathy, honesty, compassion, and most of all, love, "But…I'm just a comic book nerd who likes to sit alone at lunch and wear horrible clothes every day. Why would you, Teddy frigging Altman, high-school quarterback, king of the social hierarchy, and all around popular guy want to be with me when you could people like Channing Tatum?"

Teddy laughed at that, his deep baritone voice was comforting to me, "Well, maybe because I don't want people always pining over what's mine."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I kept quiet at he continued his little soliloquy.

"Or maybe because you're exactly what I want and need in my life. Someone who is the complete opposite of me while at the same time, the exact same person."

"I don't follow." I question. He wasn't making any sense at all.

"I'm sure you know that you and I exist on completely different ends of the spectrum by now…"

"Don't I know it." I comment.

"…well…while you're an outcast at the bottom. I'm an outcast at the top."

"Still not following." I say again. I had no idea what he was trying to say. He had this solemn look in his eyes, trying to convey what he was hiding deep down inside.

"I'm alone Billy." Teddy says flatly, "No matter where I am. I'm all alone. I could be at the bottom, or at the top, it's all the same. But when I'm with you, that all goes away and all I care about it you. It drives me crazy how long I've had these feelings for you. How long I've been holding this all in because I was afraid."

"You don't have to be afraid, Teddy." I turn my head to face him, his eyes connecting in sync with mine.

"I was afraid of what I'd become." Teddy admitted, tearing his eyes away, water beginning to well in the corners of his eyes, "I was afraid of what everyone would think of me."

"Teddy…" I begin, with a soft voice and his nuzzled into the side of my head, "…all that matters is what I think of you. Don't you think?"

"So what do you think?" Teddy asked.

I smile, sitting up so that my face was even with his slouched form, and give him a quick peck on the cheek, "I think…you're a great hero. You're kind. Sweet. Caring. You stand up for people who can't stand up for themselves…"

"I'm not like that." Teddy interjected, but I ignored him.

"…you've saved dozens of lives. You fought off the Kree AND Skrull armadas. You're strong. You stood firm when you're mother died. And you have amazing team mates."

"yeah…but…"

"And…you have me." I concluded.

Teddy's eyes were still cast down, but his solemn smile increased in angle until he let out a low chuckle.

"You know, this started because you asked me why I chose you, right?" Teddy laughed.

"Yeah, but at least now you know why I chose you." I answered, "And don't you dare blame yourself for these injuries! I was being a complete idiot by running after you. Also, if I hadn't, I would've stayed heartbroken, and cried through the entire night hugging my Hulkling plushy."

Teddy sniggered at that, "I'm still sorry about dumping you like that."

"I understand. You…it was for the best." I grin, "Being a hero isn't easy."

I couldn't help but notice that there was still a pang of guilt in his eyes, as if he was still hiding something from me. And somehow, I knew it was about the Wiccan thing. I could see it all in his head. Teddy wasn't the kind of guy to cheat. Especially with me. And although he did for a short period of time, in reality, he was still dating the same guy. Except one had magical powers and was wanted on the Avengers' most wanted list.

"Damn right it isn't." Teddy smiled.

"Oh God! All those conversation into the early hours of the morning about Hulkling!" I blushed rapidly, "You set those up didn't you! You milked every single compliment out of me didn't you?!"

At this, Teddy turned a funny shade of red as well and played coy, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't tell me "I don't know what you're talking about" you giant, mischievous shapeshifter, you!" I accuse, "You were playing the comic book nerd card this entire time, knowing full well I was a Hulkling fan!"

I was wondering at the same time if he knew if I was Wiccan. I had to play him somehow.

"So?" Teddy grinned, "I don't you see complaining."

I raise a playful eyebrow, "I bet you loved getting your ego stroked every time I went on about how awesome you are!"

"Mayyyyyyyyyybe." Teddy teased, "C'mon! Can you blame me? I've never met another comic book fan like you before. Especially a Hulkling fan. It's hard being my own number one fan."

"Egotistical jock." I countered sarcastically.

"Adorable little comic book nerd."

It was obvious at this point that Teddy had no idea who I was. If he did, he was hiding it well and using his cuteness factor. A part of me still screamed betrayal and not to trust Teddy in fear of being manipulated. But then again, if Teddy did know, he wouldn't offer me up to Avengers on a silver platter right? Right?

"How are the rest of the Avengers?" I ask, rubbing at my slack arm, the pain back to being nothing more than an uncomfortable itch at my joint.

"They're good. The Doom Bots were all quarantined and handled. The portal closed soon after I got you here. I've been managing their movements around town. I just got down here a few hours ago after the cleanup crew was sent in and the rest of the heroes could make their leave. The only other injured person is Hawkeye. She took a lot of damage fending off the Doom Bots at the front. She managed to take out one of the baddies while she was at it too." Teddy explained.

"Oh yeah? Who?" I ask, curious as to which villain was shot down. Probably Goblin. He was accident prone on that hovercraft he joyrides in. Or probably Doc Oc, an easy target for sharpshooters.

"Don't know. I just heard he's probably in critical condition. Kate told me that she got him right above the heart if she hit where she was hoping to hit." Teddy said, "She said he was heading in my direction and she decided I already had my hands filled. I was lucky that the reinforcements made it on time."

"Me too." I say. Then a though crossed my mind.

"Have you seen my cellphone anywhere? I need to make a call to tell my parents I'm okay." I try leaning up again, feeling much better than from minutes ago.

"Here, let me get it for you." Teddy offers, "You think you can handle yourself? I don't want you falling over on me again."

"I'm fine. Just sore." I answer as I swing my legs off the edge of the bed while Teddy walks out of the infirmary.

I take this as my chance to use some of my magic. Willing my powers so that they don't emit the usual radiance of blue light, I rub my arm along my shoulder, my magic moving through my veins in a soothing wave of warmth. I figured I could fake the pain for now until it reasonable that I could move it again. My head wound was another question. I figured it could stay for now. I didn't want to raise Teddy's suspicions.

My powers seemed to be more active this round. It was only on rare occasions that I could use my magic without wishing it. And he I was, only willing it to work like my mother. I stand over to the window that stretched across the room, touching the ceiling and the floor like an invisible force field.

I couldn't believe my luck.

I mean, I really lucked out here.

My boyfriend. A hero. And no less, a hero who I fell in love with in my other persona, Wiccan. Who is also the top jock at school who is now dating the school outcast, me. It was mind blowing to think that this was my life.

I squatted down to the ground, falling back in a light thud so that I was now sitting on the ground, taking in the view. I was in Avengers Tower. THE Avengers Tower: the hangout and home to some heroes who weren't already living at Avengers Mansion. This was all too surreal for me to handle standing up. And me, a villain, was inside it. I of course had no malicious intent. My comic book instincts were over ruling my instincts to try and destroy the Avengers. And they were dulled more now that my BOYFRIEND…I could never get used to saying that…is an Avenger. Or, Young Avenger. Same difference.

"Billy? You okay?" Teddy walked into the room, holding my now clean shirt and jeans, my cellphone and wallet on top. My red scarf was wrapped around Teddy's neck. It looked better on him.

"You know, I think I like my Hulkling shirt on you better than on me." Teddy happily commented. Awwwwww. We were sharing the same thought process! The cuteness was on the verge of being un-Teddy-bearable. Okay, that was almost too much.

"I could say the same about my scarf." I counter back as he took a seat next to me, setting the pile between us, "Thanks for getting my scarf by the way."

Teddy unwrapped it from his neck, "Don't thank me. Thank my da- I mean, my uh, Iron Man!"

I sniggered at that, "Your Iron Man? It sounded like you were gonna say dad. But I guess Iron Man kinda is your dad now."

Teddy smiled, "Yeah. You could say that. He's pretty cool about it too. You know, with his own daddy issues."

"Wait, Iron Man is your dad? Like, he adopted you?" I gape at him. No way. That meant I was a potential son in law of Tony Stark!

"Well, no. Captain America is my adopted father." Teddy answered, grinning at me like an idiot while I just stared at him.

"No. Way!" I bellow, "You are not the…well…now that I think about it. You did call him Pops."

Teddy made his eyebrows dance, teasing me with the facts, "Yeah. They're pretty awesome guardians. They took me in after my mom died in the last Kree/Skrull attack and I've been crashing here at the Tower, Mansion, or at the Young Avengers Hideout."

"The Young Avengers Hideout?"

"It's more like a lair. Mini bar and total teenage hangout included!" Teddy laughed.

"Your life is so perfect." I comment, "I don't see how you can complain about it."

"It's a lot to juggle, honestly." Teddy said, "Try imagining being a superhero, a football quarterback, a semi-all 'A' student, and being a comic-book nerd at the same time."

I grinned, I knew exactly what it was like. I was in the National Honor Society, Wiccan, and a comic-book nerd living in a superhero world.

"I can imagine the superhero part. And I'm already one of the top students at school. But I don't think I can imagine being a football quarterback." I snap back. Teddy hollered in laughter and fell back, stretching his arms, staring at the ceiling.

"This is why I chose you." Teddy said randomly after a few moments of settling down and basking in each other's company.

"What exactly is 'this'?" I ask, following his lead and relaxing on our backs.

"I don't know. It's just…I feel like I can be me when I'm around you. I don't feel the need to be any different around you. I don't have a multiple personality disorder, it's just that…I don't have the pressure of a reputation or a compelling need to change who I am for you to like me." Teddy said.

I leaned up on my good shoulder and faced him. His words of admission were hitting me like a ton of and raw truth escaping his mouth right now was like a dream, except, I knew this was real. This was real.

"I'm really that special to you?" I ask.

Teddy sit's up too, his eyes slowly rising to meet mine like he was still making a decision, "Yeah. You are."

That was it for me. I was done. I was dead. I was more than head over heels. I was above cloud nine. I was in heaven. And nothing could ruin this moment for me as I leaned over to kiss my BOYFRIEND, the amazing jock football superstar Teddy Altman, aka, the fearless, witty, and powerful, Hulkling, one of the Young Avengers.

Except my stupid ringtone that was definitely not mine.

"SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT, WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT! I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT. I WANNA WANNA, I REALLY REAL-" blasted from my phone as I groaned and pulled back.

"Nice ringtone." Teddy smirked.

I roll my eyes, "Oh shut up. Tommy probably changed it and you know it!"

"Ha. Great brother." Teddy laughed. I glanced down at the name. It was Tommy's number for sure as I predicted. Probably because he knows I'd be with Teddy somehow and was trying to cock block me. Also because he's jealous that I'm probably going to lose my V-Card before him, which he will not allow and will prevent at all costs for the sake of his Older Brother-tude.

"Gimme a minute?" I ask. Teddy nods and heads out of the room.

I answer the call once Teddy is nearly out of the room.

"Tommy?"

"Billy! Thank God!" Wanda answered.

"Mom, what's going on? Where's Tommy?" I asked, dread replacing my momentary happiness. I wasn't surprised by this. My karma always had a way of building me up to break me back down again.

"Oh, Billy." She whimpered through the line, "Tommy's dead."


A/N: BAM! I killed Tommy! Yes, I did it! Character death! What will Billy do without his twin? Will i bring him back? When will the next time i update be? All question i want to be answered myself before i start writing again. Warning, this is gonna get Romeo&Juliet-esque pretty soon. XD!

Oh and Btw, I've already started new ideas.

One with my "New Young Avengers" story idea where the Young Avengers are now the Avengers, 20 years in the future. XD

or another romantic story like this. Maybe a Cinderfella story (male cinderella) or maybe a cute "Wicked" story based off of Wicked, the musical, cuz we all know how awesome musicals are to Billy. XD!

Hell, maybe i can even imagine a Sound Of Music Parody. lmao. Nobody take that idea! MINE! lol. but if you have ideas, send them to me! lol!

Until next time all of my little fandomites!