Shampoo
Billy was taking a shower (not with his boyfriend, this time), humming to himself as he lathered his orange citrus shampoo into his hair.
"Hey bro! Can I borrow your shampoo?"
Startled, Billy stuck his head out from behind the shower curtain to see Tommy standing there expectantly. His hair was wet and dripping and he was completely naked, like he'd literally just run out his own shower and into the bathroom that Billy was occupying.
Billy glanced accusingly at the door, but it was still locked, just like he remembered. So Tommy had just vibrated himself on through.
"Tommy!" Billy exclaimed. "What are you doing in here?! And why are you naked? Did you seriously just run across the mansion without any clothes on?"
"Hey, it's not like anybody could see me," Tommy snorted. "I move too fast."
"I see you," Billy pointed out, raising a dark eyebrow.
"Yeah, but you're my twin," Tommy said, smirking. "Same body, right?" He spread his hands and turning in a few quick circles. "And 'sides, it's not like I've got anything to be ashamed of!"
Billy groaned and rolled his eyes, pulling his head back behind the shower curtain, ducking down slightly to let the hot water run over his face. "So Tommy," he said, straightening and shaking his head to get the water out of his eyes, "why are you standing naked in my bathroom again?"
"Because I ran out of shampoo, and you're the only one who has the orange citrus stuff I like. So I'm borrowing some."
The voice was right behind him, and Billy whirled around to see that Tommy had gotten tired of waiting and had simply gotten into the shower with him, and was now emptying some of said orange citrus shampoo into his hand, lathering it in his argent hair.
"Tommy!" Billy exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring. "You can't just barge into people's showers!"
Tommy scoffed. "Dude, I do not barge into people's showers! I'm not a pervert or a creep! I only barge into your shower, because you're my fucking soul twin so it's not weird, and because you have the shampoo that I like."
Pushing his brother aside, Tommy claimed sole occupancy of the water streaming down from the showerhead, washing the shampoo out of his hair.
"Oh, and I need your conditioner too." He grabbed Billy's conditioner. "Thanks, bro!"
Billy was still crossing his arms and glaring at the speedster, annoyed at the intrusion, but there wasn't exactly much he could about it. But, hey, at least Tommy had fully accepted the fact that they were twins, enough so that they could be nude around each other without any awkwardness. It was kinda nice, actually, to have that level of trust and familiarity.
If this wasn't an 'oh, we are definitely twins,' moment, then Billy didn't know what was.
"So," Tommy said, sending his brother a smirk as he rubbed the orange citrus conditioner in his hair, "is that," he gestured at the mage's backside, "the scar you were talking about Teddy liking to kiss the other day? The one that makes it look like you sat on a porcupine?"
Billy raised a dark eyebrow. "I thought that kind of thing made you uncomfortable."
"It makes me feel sick," Tommy corrected, "when I'm eating. But otherwise I'm totally cool." He grinned and patted his brother on the shoulder. "I'm your twin! You can always tell me about your adventures!" He smirked. "Even the ones that take place between the covers," he added, and while Billy just stared at him, somewhat disbelieving and flabbergasted, Tommy laughed and turned back to the stream of water and washed the conditioner out of his hair. "Just not while I'm eating!"
"I don't understand you," Billy said finally, shaking his head and stepping forward, forcing Tommy to share the hot water.
Tommy just laughed. "Thanks for the shampoo and conditioner, bro!" he said, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel, quickly drying himself off.
"So what are you going to do now?" Billy asked, sticking his head out of the curtain to raise his eyebrows at his brother. "Run all the way back to your room naked?"
"I ran here naked," Tommy said with a shrug and a smirk, tossing the towel aside onto the floor. "Nobody could possibly see me. Except for Pietro, but he's not here. I'm practically invisible when I run!"
Then Tommy saluted his twin, grinned, and vibrated out the door.
Billy retreated back into the shower, shaking his head.
His brother was crazy.
Pietro was walking up a flight of stairs in the Avengers Mansion, arm-in-arm with his sister, who had insisted he come visit, when he saw Tommy run by, not wearing a single article of clothing.
"OhhiUnclePete! Funnyyoushouldturnupnow! Don'tyoudaretellanybodythatyousawthis!"
Pietro paused in his steps and raised an eyebrow as the naked teenager disappeared from sight.
"What is it?" Wanda asked him, scanning his mystified expression, wondering why he'd stopped.
"One of your sons," was all Pietro said, giving his head a hyper-fast shake and clearing the confusion from his features.
"What about one of my sons?" Wanda insisted as they started ascending the steps again. "What did one of them do?"
"He was..." Pietro hesitated while he tried to come up with the right word, pausing long enough that they cleared the flight of stairs onto the third-floor landing, beginning to stroll down the hall before he finally settled rather lamely on: "Tommy."
"One of my sons was Tommy?" Wanda asked in amusement, raising a dark eyebrow at her twin brother.
Pietro met her gaze. "Tommy was being decidedly Tommy."
"Oh, well then," Wanda laughed, "that's a good thing, then. I would worry if Tommy wasn't being decidedly Tommy."
The corner of Pietro's lips quirked. "Indeed."
