Chronic Boredom
As Billy came down the hallway on the second floor, he saw a bucket sitting by the railing, and, curious, he walked over to it.
Inside the bucket were several colorful water balloons. Even as Billy watched, more water balloons kept 'magically' appearing in the bucket while a breeze tussled the brunette's hair, until the bucket was completely full.
Then Tommy was standing there, peering over the edge of the railing at the first floor below them.
"Um, Tommy?" Billy asked, "What are you doing with all those water balloons?"
"I'm going to throw them at whoever walks by down below," Tommy said immediately.
"Um, why?"
"Because I'm bored."
Billy looked over the railing, then at the water balloons, then at Tommy. "You're bored, huh?"
"Yep. Figured I'd try something different to relieve my boredom today."
Raising an eyebrow, Billy said, "Sooo, you're just going to stand here and wait until someone walks by down below? That could take a while, you know."
"True. Do you have a better idea?"
Billy grinned. "Yep."
And then he grabbed one of the water balloons from the bucket and threw it at his brother, who'd been turned away from him.
"Oy!" Tommy yelped as the balloon burst against his back, water soaking his shirt, and he turned to glare at his brother. "Alright, you asked for it!"
Billy barely had time to shield his face before every single other water balloon that had been in the bucket struck him within the space of a few seconds, and he found himself completely and utterly soaked.
He glared at his brother. "That is totally not fair!" He murmured something under his breath, and moments later a deluge of water came out of nowhere above his brother's head, saturating the speedster.
Tommy just laughed, shaking his head of wet, niveous hair like a crazy-energetic wet dog, sending droplets of water everywhere and causing Billy to cover his face again.
"Well, that was fun," Tommy grinned.
They both stood there for a moment, completely soaked and dripping, grinning slightly at each other, mutual agreement of a match well met.
Then Tommy glanced around and heaved a sigh. "Aaaaand now I'm bored again."
"Let's get some more water balloons and go peg my boyfriend with them," Billy suggested, mischief sparkling in his eyes and pulling at his lips.
Tommy reciprocated the impish grin. "I am totally down with that."
Then he disappeared, and the bucket started filling up with colorful water balloons again.
Teddy was walking through the common room when out of nowhere, water balloons started pegging him from both sides, bursting and splashing him with cold water, saturating him. "What the?!"
When the barrage finally stopped, he saw two heads pop out from behind various pieces of furniture, with different colored hair and eyes but identical mischievous grins.
"Got you," Billy smirked, before rushing out from behind the couch to give his soaked boyfriend a hug, not minding seeing as that he was already soaked himself.
Teddy grinned and rubbed his boyfriend's back. "So you did. But, uh, what was that all about?"
Billy pulled away slightly, shrugging. "Tommy and I were bored."
"And now I'm bored again," Tommy complained as he rolled out from behind a large arm chair.
"YOU KIDS!" game a roar from a few rooms away. "I TOLD YA NOT TO TRACK PUDDLES EVERYWHERE!"
Tommy grinned, dashing off, before returning moments later with even more water balloons. "Come on," he told Billy and Teddy, holding out the bucket. "Let's nail Wolverine!"
Billy immediately matched his twin's grin, and Teddy smirked, both of them grabbing as many water balloons as they could carry and then ducking behind various pieces of furniture.
"You kids get out here an' clean up the water you've left ev'rywhere!" Logan demanded as he strode into the room, sniffing, glancing around. "Alrigh', I know ya kids are in here, now c'mon out an'—ARGH!"
Three heads poked up to grin at the irate, extremely wet Wolverine.
"Now who's tracking leaving puddles everywhere?" Billy grinned.
"You know, you're not always a completely boring person," Tommy told his brother, smirking. "Hey, does anybody smell wet dog?"
Wolverine growled at them, teeth bared.
"Um, guys?" Teddy said, glancing at the snarling Avenger, and then at his cohorts in crime. "I think maybe we need a tactical retreat."
"The best defense is a good offense!" Tommy proclaimed before disappearing, returning with his arms full of water guns, which he proceeded to hand out, one to Billy, one to Teddy, one for himself, and also one for Wolverine. "But it just wouldn't be fair to attack a disadvantaged opponent."
The others all glanced at the water guns in their hands, then at each other.
Surprisingly, Logan grinned first, hefting up the large water gun and spraying Teddy right in the face. "If it's a fight y'all want, it's a fight you'll get!"
There was a ruckus coming from the common area. Lots of yelling and swearing, a little bit of crashing, the sounds of people knocking into furniture and each other.
Curious, and slightly apprehensive, Steve glanced through the doorway to see Tommy (no surprise there), Billy (okay then, sure), Teddy (okay...), and Logan (what?) running around the room, ducking behind furniture and shooting each other with water guns.
They were all soaked. The room was also soaked.
Steve just stared for a moment, before he crossed his arms and cleared his throat. "Soldiers!" he barked, utilizing his commanding Captain America voice. "I need you all to take this fight outside."
He received four salutes of varying levels of sincere and mocking, and then the teens were rushing past him, heading towards the mansion's garden.
"Logan?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow at the short, gruff man.
Logan just shrugged. "They asked fer it. It's also somewhat therapeutic ta be able t'shoot the lil' bastards." Then he grinned toothily and shot Steve in the face before dashing past, chasing after the kids.
Steve wiped the water out of his eyes and shook his head in a mixture between exasperation and amusement.
AN: Because I needed to balance out all that angst of the previous chapters. Yay for lighthearted humor!
This story has become quite the conglomeration of different kinds of pieces.