Marc was silent on the ride home. His eyes slightly glazed as he stared out the window. Why did the sun have to be shining? Why wasn't there any rain on a day so bleak? Why did everyone have to look so happy? Why was everyone so happy when they had family ripped away from them? Why did they smile like they had just won the lottery? What was wrong with them? What would he tell Tony?

Ice settled in his stomach. It ebbed its way through to his heart like frost on a window pain in the dead of night as he glared at everything outside in disdain.

"Are you okay Marc?" Megan asked. Marc didn't acknowledge his twin. His eyes lit with a cold fire and indifference.

"Marc sweetie?" his mom said trying to get his attention.

"No farewell words were spoken, no time to say goodbye, you were gone before we knew it, and only God knows why," Marc whispered. How fitting it seemed. He was gone before they forgot, and mom, dad and siblings would never say goodbye. And yet they would search for him. Under a name given by circumstance. How long until Tony shattered with this betrayal? God he sounded like one of the artsy kids at school. Was this how Tony felt before he was banished by Jerry? No wait. Away from the artsy thoughts.

He sighed. Text Tony, email, or letter? Maybe call Phil... Yah that would be good...

No. He had to do this in person.

"Marc?" his mom asked again.

"Sorry mom. Just thinking about my pen pal," he stated. Inwardly he smacked himself. Pen pal? Really?

"Oh! Marc who's you're little friend? Where's he live?"

"Does he like sports?" Lee interrupted.

"How old is he? Is he hot?" Megan asked. Marc inwardly gagged. Ew. Nasty. Outwardly he gave a sheepish smile.

"His name is Anthony. He lives in Washington. He likes parkour and dance. He's a year younger than me and is more like a teddy bear."

Megan pouted at losing the prospect of a possibly cute boy. Marc recalled all information he knew Jerry wouldn't be suspicious of if he did listen in.

"Any siblings?"

"Two brothers," Marc said quickly. Well... It wasn't a lie. Just not the whole truth.

"Older?" Megan asked with sparkles in the eyes.

"Yes. Though I don't think you'd be interested in them."

"Why's that?"

Um... Um, "BECAUSE THEY'RE GAY!" he yelled the first thing that came to his mind. A small bead of sweat dripped down his brow.

"Okay."

Marc restrained a sigh of relief. This was going to be complicated as neither he nor Lee were gay. But perhaps... Alan and Orji could be. What did he know about twins who were scientifically created together who were extremely dangerous when near each other who love singing and dancing? He blinked in realization. Apparently enough for him to work with. Oh this was going to be excruciatingly awkward when he ran into Tony and his new team later.

"Damn missions."

Orji gasped indignantly, "Language T-bear!"

"What? We've been working our butts off at school as well as losing sleep from all these missions. I think a damn is in order."

"You're just saying that because you have to wear a dress," Alan smirked. Tony's face lit up bright red. There was no denying he was the only one in the team who could pass off as a believable girl. Wearing a dark green dress and his hair straight made a believable girl no doubt, but the fake c cup boobs were the tipping point in the outfit. His face stained a light pink from his blushing. Or perhaps his anger. Maybe a mix?

"Bad enough I have to wear a bra for the musical and now this? Phil must hate me," Tony groaned. Two arms fell over his shoulders from his two partners.

"Naw. The fem fetales are busy this week so we had to fill in," Orji explained. Tony furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Fem... Fetales?" he questioned. Alan and Orji smirked as they slipped into their black suits.

"All female teams with rather feisty personalities."

Tony shivered thinking of a team consisting of many Megans.

"Saucy sisters with short tempers."

"Please stop talking," Tony paled. Alan and Orji laughed at the younger's misfortune.

"Aw, is someone embarrassed?" Alan taunted.

"Someone like girls like that?" Orji cooed. Tony his his face in his hands as the twins laughed.

"It's okay Tani, we won't tell anyone you swing that way."

"Let's just get this over with," Tony grumbled. He grabbed a black purse (because god knows Phil wouldn't let him go without it) and walked out of the base with faux confidence.

"So parameters," Tony stated. Alan and Orji's faces grew serious.

"WHOOP spies have been captured by Lezile Phoenix," Alan began.

"She's a pyromaniac noted in HOW's data base," Orji continued.

"Given her recent escape from prison, WHOOP has been alerted of her activities and..."

"...sent spies to recapture her."

"However she is as tricky as she is..."

"...In love with fire. The only people she lets close are..."

"...Strong females."

"Like amazons?"

"Exactly."

"So... A feminist pyro with captured ex allies. Sounds like fun."

"Yep!"

"Wait. Then why are you wearing suits?"

"Oh. That's easy."

"Is it?" Tony retorted.

"We're your homosexual man servants!"

"Why? Just why?"

"One, no straight guy is allowed."

"Distracts the young amazon like women."

"Two, we don't look good in dresses."

"I mean we may have sexy legs but that only really works in a good old fashioned man-skirt."

"So your not gay?" Tony asked. The twins shrugged their shoulders.

"We swing both ways."

"Ambidextrous in love young Tani."

Tony paled once more walking faster with the twins skipping merrily after her.

Been a bit over a year... Damn. Don't kill me. Review please.