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Teddy rolls his eyes, shifting against the hand trying to shove him. He settles in and boots up his game, logging in only to head out to a Pokecentre for the linkbattle. He turns over to give him a retort, but with the way he’s staring at him he winds up just leaning in to press a kiss to his lips, pushing forth with his tongue for just a brief second. 

“Prepare to get your ass kicked, Kaplan,” Teddy grins with a wink as he pulls back from his lips. “Oh, and you should totally be in my room more often, coming in after a long day and seeing you here, it made me less stressed; even if you are totally wearing my sweater right now.”

A bit of a surprised squeak slipped out at the sudden kiss considering the fact he was just expecting some half-assed taunt. His face flashed to red,  shoving at  him again. "Jerk!  You're trying to distract me!"  The whine  came full force,  wiping his  mouth off  on the  back off his hand childishly  with a pout on his  face.

He buried his face back in his DS, flying away from the route he  was on back to a Pokemon Center.  "If you win, I'll be in here whenever you want. And also, I told you before that I'm stealing all your clothes to wear." He pulled one hand into the sleeve, waving it at Teddy to smack him with the fabric.  "I'm broken,  don't yell at me." Yet he was the one saying he was going to be independent about his broken leg.

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“This isn’t the boys bathroom! Nice singing, by the way. Love the song choice.”

      "This is definitely the boy's room."

                  "Thanks, I really like it too---                          okay, what are you still doing in here?"

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She rolled her eyes. “No, you started it by not knocking. Is that something you picked up from your little brothers?” she asked, pouting. “I don’t care if you ate this morning, you haven’t ate since. So, c’mon, food.” She reached into the fridge and pulled out ingredients for a recipe her Mom used to make. It was quick and simple. “Well, if the shoe fits.”

"Okay, but I've never knocked before and you didn't stop me then either. Technically, that's your fault in entirety." Billy stated rather matter-of-fact. "Maybe." He swung his good foot, watching her go over to the fridge. "You don't have to make my anything..." He perked a brow at the ingredients, "Like, pretzels or something  would be fine."  He grunted at the  dog comment, "I'm gonna throw somethin' at you."

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“I can assure you that you are not Asgardian.” Wanda chuckled. He was sharp, but she was determined. She took in his wounds with a furrowed brow, but she didn’t lecture him on it. Not yet. She wasn’t entirely sure that she wanted to play the role of the mother who scolded, because he was nearly her equal in age. She did care for him though. “I spent the first few months with my power sitting down. We can start stationary and gradually change when you heal.”

                   "I figured that part out. It was part of the whole                    'look, we're like the Avengers' schtick.' That's                    why Teddy was Hulkling, Eli was Patriot--uh."                    It was a while since he heard from Eli and  it                    kinda hurt to mention him and wonder where                    he'd wound up. "Yeah, I know I'm not a mini-                    Asgardian." He shrugged, his arms wrapped                    around his  stomach in a subconscious little                    attempt to protect himself  with a small sigh.                    Things were weird here  and he kind of  was                    missing  some things he'd lost --- a product                    left from after the 4th of July party. Call him                    the angst king because he never seemed to                    be able to keep himself happy for very long.                    When his voice came again,  it was distant                    and  somewhat  defeated in  comparison to                    his  snappy demeanor  from seconds  prior.

                                "Yeah, sure... whatever."

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Teddy just huffs, reaching under his pillow to find his DS and turn it on. “Okay, that fight was bullshit and you know it. How you got that many hyper potions I’ll never know.” He shifts so he’s on his stomach, arms in front of him with a pillow under his chest to prop him up. “Fine, but if I win you have to get the Oreos and I’m going to eat them all in front of you.”

Billy smirked, looking at his own DS as Teddy huffed and puffed. "That fight was totally fair---you're the one who didn't prepare for the endeavor-focus sash trick." He snorted, "My Bellsprout and Rattata are the best duo ever and you know it. I don't even need Jolteon to kick your butt."  He went to kick Teddy's butt with his good leg before realizing it was the one that wasn't close to him. Instead, he shoved him with one hand. "Wow, that's rude. Didn't know you could be so harsh, Altman." He gave him a sidelong glance, a sly grin appearing to replace his smirk.

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“I mean it’s just so odd that people would think I’d ever do that.”

   "Uh-huh, totally odd."

              "... So did you do it?"

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“Darling, I am so much more than just that.”

            "You are?         Then why are you here?"

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     "I'm bulletproof,               nothing to lose,                     fire away, fire away---"

                             "... What are you doing in the boy's room?"

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                      Victor von Doom pondered the applications                       of the SHIELD Institute. It was a resource of                       a sort, like the Baxter Institute had been. It                       was the government’s solution to the super-                       humanity problem, and had become a pool                       of young super-powered beings and those                       that saw fit to ‘teach’ them. It behaved almost                       autonomously of the government of the United                       States, however, and it amused him to imagine                       how long that’d last. The core staff were com-                       posed of the Avengers, most of which were                       agents, soldiers, and contractors.

                     The less promising would be cast aside one day.                      None of that concerned Doom. He had come to                      slake his own desire for a suitable resolution con-                      cerning Dr. Richards and his own reputation in the                      science community. However, sorcery was also a                      particular interest to Doom, and badly performed                      sorcery had a broken chord to it that irritated him                      like an out-of-tune violin.

                     Doom slammed open the doors to the gym with a                      thunderous BANG that splished water back. It pool-                      ed around his feet nonetheless, and he glared at the                      culprit from beneath his hood. Nothing more than a                      youth dabbling in things he knew not of, and a broken-                      limbed one too. He weighed the silence for several                      seconds, then spoke, gesturing slightly with one                      hand to perform a simple spell that evaporated the                      water from around him in a circle and kept it at bay.

    “Magic is a resource one owns and commands.

                           Whoever taught you was a fool.”

Billy was obviously sulking over his failed attempt at the spell he was trying to cast, sitting in the puddling  water before he heard the doors slamming open. His head snapped over to look, hands raised with sparks flinging from his person. There was no attack, but the man staring him down didn't look like he was here to practice anything. "Uhm..." He tried to break silence with a hum  before a lesson was  being barked in his direction. Oh goody, a lecture.  He watched the little spell he had  cast to keep the water away with a  tilt of his head. Great, a lecture from a show-off wizard.

                  He wasn't in the mood for this---any of this, really.                   All he wanted to do was mess around in the gym                   where there was no one to judge him.  It seemed                   he'd somehow attracted attention anyway. There                   was  no way he could run away exactly, not  with                   his leg like this  and the hooded man staring him                   down like a hawk. Who was this guy anyway? It                   took him a minute to justify the comment with a                   response, "Good to know." He murmured, hands                   splashing in the water as he tried to stand up to                          no avail. "I learned from a book I found."

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Teddy drops onto his bed after a long week of classes and extracurriculars. Kicking off his shoes he pulls off his pants and then the covers, laying next to Billy. “I bet you my Squirtle can kick your Jolteon’s ass. Linkbattle?”

Billy looked up from his game, arching a brow in question with a smirk on his face as Teddy crawled into bed. "Bold words from  a man who got owned by a bellsprout,  dork." He nudged him with his elbow before leaning his head on  the other's shoulder. "Fight me, nerd." He smirked, giving him a kiss on the shoulder. "Loser has to get me oreos."

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“Yeah, I know great timing. Right? I mean look at the butt, it’s so round.” He smirks, pointing for Billy, “That’s almost as nice as your butt, I mean I’d assume. I haven’t seen yours yet.”

“yo this is occupado–as in get your asses out.” bobby replied, icing most of his lower half–all except for the parts he needed to urinate of course–which is what he was trying to do. 

          "Okay---                 but why are you completely naked to go to the bathroom?"      He asked while smacking at Teddy for talking about his own butt.

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“well this is……awkward….”

“Bee!” he calls into the hall. “Get in here, Iceman’s naked!”

          "Sorry, mom---yeah, that's Teddy.                   No, he's--- no one's naked.               Mom, Iceman's an X-Man.                                ---No, no! X-Man, the heroes!           I gotta go, love you. Tell dad I said hi.                               Okay, I'll call him later, I can't talk now---                            Love you too, bye."      After hanging up the phone, there's yelling in return.                            "PERFECT TIMING, TEE."                      Of course he's coming, though.

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“Me? Shrinking to go somewhere I’m not supposed to go? Never.”

        "Oh yes, of course. Forgive me, your highness."

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“Well if you’re okay, then it’s cool!” he laughs, shaking his head. “Ah know this kid, he might be able to help you? He’s got gold skin, he was at Xavier’s he might not be here, but Ah know his buddy is.” Sam moves forward and goes to pull up the kid’s shirt to take a look, “Was it the right or left side?”

Sam laughs, “Yeah, Ah get that a lot. It’s a normal thin’ in Kentucky though,” he responds with a shrug. Sam knits his eyebrows together, “Wait, how do ya not have stitches? You’ve been shot, ya should have stitches, right?” Sam looks him over, “Ya don’t look like ya’ve been restin’, man.”

"Sure, let's go with that." Billy laughed with him, liking this guy's attitude in a way . Plus, he was carrying his stuff now. "Yeah? I never went to Xavier's, I don't know a lot of  mutants."  He shrugged,  looking up in thought  before he felt him playing with his shirt. He swatted at the hand though he figured...  well,  it wasn't someone who was going to report him to a professor, hopefully.

"Okay, fine. Left side." He paused mid-stride, tugging up his  shirt to reveal a strangely  hand-shaped burn wrapping  around his side to cauterize the wound.  "I kept ripping the stitches,  took matters into my  own hands. No pun intended." Okay, maybe pun intended. "Hey, I slept last night."

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America rolled her eyes, but slowed down a bit anyway. “I don’t really want to be discussing my sex life with my little brother, thank you very much.” She rolled her eyes again. “You just said you hadn’t eaten. At least eat something like popcorn to make me happy.” She steered him into the kitchen and forced him to gently sit down in a chair. “Stay.”

"Neither do I, but you started it by having sex in the first place."  Billy protested with  a pout on his face. "I ate like this morning, plus I can't eat if my stupid appetite's gone." He whined a bit, complying to her demand to sit. He moved his crutches to lean on a different chair,  leaning forward.  "I've  been moved  from the position of little brother to dog, apparently."

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Remy chuckled and shrugged, playing it casual. “I got a bit of a…checkered past, you could say. They wiped my record in return for me comin’ here.” That was the simple version of it, at the very least. He didn’t feel like going into detail with the stranger. “I’m a mutant, mon ami. Looked like this since birth. Got me the nice nickname of El Diablo Blanco.”

          "Checked past. You like checkers?" Billy joked, hoping that it was clear     that he wasn't actually being serious. "I guess whatever works for you."                   He wasn't about to ask about what kind of record he had that needed               to be cleared, but he was curious.                             "Oh... sorry to hear about that---the nickname thing, that is.                       Is it just the eyes or something else too?"

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She laughed. “I have older sister rights. You don’t,” she teased, smiling. She nudged his shoulder. “I know, I’m so rude.” She laughed, rolling her eyes fondly. “You’d miss us terribly, and just know something wonderful and lovely was missing from your life.”

           "Older sisters get rights?      How come older brothers don’t get those?                  That, or my younger brothers don’t follow the sibling code.             Teddy ruined them when he moved in, they don’t listen to me anymore.“   Billy nudged her back, "Uh-huh, like you miss a kick in the face.” He sneered,                  wrapping his arm around her for a half-hug.                           “Yeah, I’d miss you guys… after a week.”