Oh my gosh ReeRee, you really can't stop, can you?

I think my only justification for churning out a third story with Beast Boy and Nightcrawler (also Spiderman) is that this story is different. Every time I throw these boys together, I want to do something different. Roommates is a crossover that runs with the ideas of Civil War, Boys Support Boys takes Endgame and runs with it, and this beautiful story plops down my boys with two of my favorite goofballs from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

I'm proud of this story, and it makes me happy. Boys Support Boys isn't finished yet, Roommates is, and I'm working on Boys Support Boys (no I'm not but I will because of quarantine). I'm working on everything tbh. Everything all at once. Uhhhh, ultimately, I'm not sorry. That's it.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Lance Hunter was repulsed.

"I invited you and your grandparents for tea and you expected boba?"

"Boba tea is good," Deke Shaw said with a shrug. Lance swiveled around to stare at FitzSimmons.

"No wonder I hadn't met your grandson before now. He's rubbish. He doesn't know a thing about proper tea. I would be ashamed of him as well."

"We're not ashamed of him," Jemma said with a smile, affectionately putting a hand on Deke's shoulder.

Fitz reluctantly agreed, "Honestly, I'm ashamed of myself. I've failed as a Bobo if all the boy thinks about is boba."

"You let this boba-drinker call you Bobo?" Lance glanced between the young grandfather and his time anomaly of a grandson.

"He insists that that's what I wanted to be called in the future."

"You know, you have time to change that before little Deke is born." Fitz nodded with a laugh.

"I'll get on that."

"Oh, come on, Bobo, it's growing on you. Don't listen to Grunkle Lance."

"What did you call me?"

"Grunkle Lance. You know, Great Uncle, Grunkle."

"Listen here, sonny, you have FitzSimmons wrapped around your little fingers but I am no one's Grunkle."

"You'll warm up to that too."

"Fitz, mate, your grandson is insufferable."

"Yeah, he gets that from me. He's got a few good qualities too. And he's rich."

"I'll remember that. This round of tea is on you, mate."

"Fine. Can it be boba?"

"Absolutely not."

It didn't take long for Lance to indoctrinate Deke as a proper English tea drinker. Really it just took one tea of the month subscription box and Deke was hooked. Deke did a little indoctrinating of his own, and it didn't take long for Lance to warm up to being his Grunkle. Weirder things were happening, a lot of changes coming all at once for Lance. Bobbi was pregnant and so Lance had started taking merc work again and that led to the strangest change of all, a discovery in the last place he would have expected.

Lance Hunter might have gone to the circus once or twice as a child and never in his professional life, so it was kind of odd, going there now with the illusion of being a spectator. He'd been sent to kill a man and liberate a number of endangered animals so that an environmentalist could take over for the good of the animals. It was supposed to be an easy job, from what Lance had heard no one who worked with the ringmaster wanted to defend him.

So he wasn't expecting his target to have bodyguards, though these were hardly normal bodyguards. He must have missed these sideshow attractions when he was casing the joint. If it weren't for his work with Daisy he would have been alarmed to see the two eccentric teenagers. One was younger, shorter, with green skin and darker green hair, who shapeshifted into various animals while he scuffled with Lance. The other had blue skin and dark shaggy hair and teleported around during the fight. The younger was 13, 14 at the most, the older 16 or 17. They were as caged as the animals that Lance had been hired to rescue. So Lance set up a second, separate rescue mission, one he would not be paid for.

"Boys! I'm not here to fight you! In fact, I could help you!" Lance tried to reason with them before the antagonistic little green bat could turn into a wicked green pterodactyl. It seemed to help, as the bat turned back into a boy.

"Kurt!" The broccoli colored boy said with a wave of his hand, motioning him over. Kurt teleported beside him, a tail flicking back and forth behind him.

"You actually believe the assassin, Garfield?" Kurt asked, his German accent thick with frustration.

"If he lies to us, we'll feed him to the lions like the last guy," Garfield pointed out, and they both took a step back.

One easy murder later, Lance had rescued a handful of endangered animals and two endangered teenagers. He'd been on the money about their ages, 13 and 17. Garfield Logan and Kurt Wagner, who quite preferred Lance's little car to the cages they were usually locked in. After Lance got paid for a job well done, he headed home, making some phone calls as he drove. First, he called his wife, who was seven months pregnant with twins. She was not happy to hear from him.

"Darling, our guest room is fit for overnight guests, right?"

"Do you mean the nursery? Of course not, are you insane? What did you do?"

"The couch bed, then."

"Hunter. What did you do?"

"We need to put up two inhuman boys for the night, Bobbi. They were living in a circus cage!"

"Lance Hunter, how are you gonna have two boys sleep on the couch when that's where you'll be sleeping tonight?"

"Bobbi, please-"

"Our household is about to double, Hunter. You can't expect me to immediately be on board with us tripling it instead."

"Right. I'll find other arrangements for the night. But once you meet these kids-" Bobbi hung up. Lance groaned.

"Okay, Google, call Great Nephew." Deke picked up immediately.

"Grunkle! What's up?"

"You got a guest bedroom, Deke?"

"A couple, why? You in the dog house with Bobbi?"

"A bit, but it's not for me."

"Oh? What're you playing at?"

"I found these two inhuman teens while on a job. A shapeshifter and a teleporter. I'm gonna warm Bobbi up on letting them stay with us maybe but for the night they need somewhere else to stay."

"So, get a hotel room?"

"Deke! You live alone and have plenty of space, let these kids stay with you for one night."

"They could be con-artists, Lance! They could rob me! A teleporter doesn't need to pick locks!"

"Fitz said that you had good qualities. Give me a reason to believe him."

"Fine, your con-artists can come sleepover."

"Thank you, Deke!"

"But I'm suing you if they rob me." Lance hung up and glanced at the teenagers. Garfield was asleep in the back seat. Kurt sat in the front seat with his arms crossed and a frown set on his face.

"What are you going to do with us?"

"You'll spend the night with one of my friends. After that, I'll try to find you a space to stay that's more permanent. I need to talk face to face with my wife."

"Gar hasn't lived this life as long as me," Kurt said, "so maybe he trusts you. But I have no reason to. I'm only here so that he doesn't get hurt."

"I understand. I hope I can change your mind about that."

"We'll see."

They pulled up to Deke's penthouse about half an hour later, Kurt rousing Gar in the back seat. Deke came out to meet them.

"You boys have luggage?" Deke asked.

"No sir," Kurt mumbled.

"Well then, follow me. I'll see you tomorrow, right, Lance?"

"Right. I just need to go talk to Bobbi."

"Right, see you tomorrow, Grunkle. Come on, boys, let's go in."

Deke got painfully awkward when he was alone with the two teenagers.

"What's up? What's the dealio, road dogs? You guys want food?" Gar stared at him in stunned, confused silence, and Kurt nodded.

"Gar is vegetarian."

"Gucci. Let's go over names a couple dozen times because I am not gangsta at remembering names. I'm Deke. Deke Shaw, if you want, or just Shaw, but Deke is my fave and sir or Mr. Shaw is no bueno. You don't work for me so you don't have to talk like you do." Deke moved into his large open kitchen and started to make grilled cheese with vegan cheese, which was far hipper than normal cheese.

"I'm Kurt Wagner, this is Garfield Logan."

"Gar," the younger corrected, "Gar Logan."

"Tight. I'll try my hardest to remember, correct me if I get it wrong." Deke looked between them. He pointed at Kurt, "You're the shapeshifter?"

Kurt smirked a little, "Nope." He teleported to the other side of Gar, flicking the younger boy with his tail. Gar let out a tired but happy laugh, and Kurt smiled for real the first time that night.

"Weird flex, but okay." Deke found himself smiling too until he smelled something burning.

They ate burnt grilled cheese out on Deke's balcony, in the cool autumn air, three pairs of legs dangling through the railing. Deke was pointing out constellations, prattling on about space, and Kurt ate it up. He nodded and murmured his interest, squinting up at the dim, white spots in the sky. Gar wasn't as captivated and drifted off, head falling against Deke's shoulder.

"I'm gonna put him in his room," Deke whispered, carefully lifting Gar up, "don't disappear on me, okay?" Kurt nodded.

Deke noticed how light the little green guy was and it worried him more than he expected it to. When he had tucked Gar in he found Kurt in the kitchen, cleaning their dishes. Deke grabbed a drying rag and joined him.

"I'm sorry I burnt dinner."

"It's okay. It was good. I liked it. Gar liked it."

"I don't think Gar cared about constellations."

Kurt laughed, "Probably not. Did you really live up there?"

"Yep. In the future. Well, an alternate future. It's my past, now… It won't be your future-"

"Stop!" Kurt pleaded with a laugh, splashing soapy water at Deke to emphasize his plea, "You're making my head hurt!"

"Sorry, home slice," Deke laughed too, "I haven't fully figured it out either. You should go to bed too. Thanks for washing these."

"You're welcome. Uh, Mr.- Sorry, Deke? Do you think that we could stay here a little longer?" He asked as Deke walked Kurt to his own room.

"I'll have a talk with Lance about it. The odds are in your favor." Kurt went to bed smiling. Deke was smiling too, but he never went to bed.

Why is Lance having twins? #1. I like babies. #2. In my short story Clashing (now discontinued) he has three kids and I wanted to bring back the older two in this story. You wanna know their names? Go read Clashing. Or wait until the next chapter because I'm gonna say it then.