Cold
"It's so c-c-cold!" Billy wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, shivering, teeth chattering, as he stood in the common area of Avengers Mansion glaring at the wall where there really should have been a fireplace. "I w-wish the st-st-stupid heater w-would st-start w-work-k-king again."
The heater in mansion had been short-circuited by Electro the other day, and since Tony Stark had been the one to design the heater, it was ridiculously complicated and would take a genius to repair it, but neither Tony Stark, Hank McCoy, Bruce Banner, nor Peter Parker had been around to do so.
"Meh," Tommy said insouciantly from where he was lying along the couch and with his hands behind his head and keeping a pillow up in the air by kicking it with his feet, acting somewhat like a cat with a ball of yarn. He was only wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts but seemed to be perfectly fine despite the biting cold. "It's that bad."
"T-t-tommy, I c-can see my b-breath and my fing-g-gers and t-toes are g-going n-n-numb!" Billy protested indignantly. "This is b-b-bad!"
Tipping his head back to look upside-down at his shivering brother who was had a thick fuzzy blanket wrapped around his pajama-clad form, Tommy suggested, "Maybe you should put on some more clothes, bro. Some socks or gloves or something." Then he shifted his attention back to the pillow he was kicking in the air and batting at with his feet.
Billy considered the speedster. "You're n-not c-c-cold," he observed.
"Nope," Tommy agreed, not paying the mage much attention. Apparently jugging a pillow with his feet was extremely entertaining. "Superspeed metabolism. Keeps me nice and warm."
Eying the speedster, a mischievous glint entered Billy's brown eyes. "In that c-c-case," he murmured. And then he threw himself at his brother, pinning Tommy down on the couch with his blanket-swathed body and sticking his hands up the speedster's shirt, the pillow Tommy had been batting around falling to the floor next to the couch.
"Oy!" Tommy yelped, squirming wildly, giving little giggling shrieks. "Billy your hands are fucking freezing! And take them off my sexy abs, I'm not your boyfriend!"
"Yeah but your my b-brother," Billy pointed out with a grin as they tussled, falling off the couch and onto the floor, Tommy trying to get away and Billy trying to keep his cold hands on the speedster's warm skin.
"What's going on?"
Both twins immediately froze, Tommy on the ground with Billy on top of him, one of the mage's hands on the speedster's bare thigh and the other sticking up his shirt and pressed against his chest, to see Teddy standing in the doorway, raising a blond eyebrow at them.
"Thisistotallynotwhatitlookslike!" Tommy blurted. "Youhaveadirtymindyouperv!"
"My hands are cold," Billy explained, simpering. "Tommy's warm."
An impish grin teased at Teddy's lips. "You know what?" he said, "I'm feeling kinda cold, too."
And then he walked over and stuck his hands under Billy's shirt.
"Aaaiieeee!" Billy shrieked, jerking violently at the touch of Teddy's cold fingers on his skin. "Not fair, Tee! Not fair! Tommy's warmer than I am, I swear!"
During this Tommy had managed to get away, now standing a few feet off, crossing his arms and leaning into one hip, smirking. "I think what Billy means is that I'm hotter than him. I always knew I was the sexier twin."
"I do beg to differ," Teddy said, laughing as Billy retaliated by sticking his hands up the Kree-Skull's shirt. "My boyfriend is sexier than you."
"I better be," Billy humphed at him, though he was grinning slightly.
Teddy leaned forward and kissed him.
"Okay, well, as long as you two are otherwise occupied," Tommy said, grimacing and covering his eyes, turning away. "I'm going to go run to Hawaii where it's nice and warm."
The lovers ignored him, too focused their deepening kiss and their hands on each other's chests.
And well, Tommy didn't really like being ignored, so he ran outside, grabbed two handfuls of snow from the ground, and then dashed back inside to shove the frozen water down the backs of Billy and Teddy's shirts.
"AAAIIIIEEEEEE!" Billy shrieked, leaping to his feet and dancing around crazily, trying to get the snow out of his shirt, while Teddy just yelped and pulled his shirt right off, shaking the snow out onto the floor.
The speedster leaned against the wall, laughing so hard his eyes were watering. "Cockblock!"he wheezed out between peals of laughter.
As Billy had danced around, some of the snow in his shirt had slipped down the back of his pants, and he shrieked jitterbugged spastically some more, very much resembling chicken with its head cut off.
Tommy told him so.
"DAMMIT TOMMY I HATE YOU!"