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I did not expect to see

Who: Billy and Tommy (and maybe Wanda and Remy and Kate later)
What: Coming back from getting some fog and OH IT'S MY TWIN.
Where: Near Wanda's house.
When: When all the missions are said and done *jazz hands*
Warnings: Tommy is a troll.

Billy teleported just short of actually inside Wanda's house - he was still getting his head around the idea of it being his house too, as immediately as that had been made the case, and it would probably take him a little while to start referring to it as such - but the distinctive blue glow of his powers might have been visible through the windows. He really had to work on making more stealthy arrivals, at some point, but for now he was just glad to be done with the more than exciting and perilous enough quest.

Thinking of which... maybe he should try healing himself before he went inside. He was never very good at healing spells, especially for himself, but it might be a good idea to at least try and get rid of the more obvious bite marks so that his mom - so that Wanda didn't freak out. It wasn't as bad as it looked, really. And he should have a little time to try healing up before anyone came outside.

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He'll never admit it, but Tommy's been waiting for that tell-tale flash of blue that comes with his brother's magic, teleportation or otherwise. When he sees it, he's out the door and tackling Billy within half a second.

"BILLY! Billybillybillybillyyou'rehomehiwecomebackALSO."

After the initial tackle-hug of "I'm going to pat you down all over to make sure you're not too beat up because we're brothers so that's cool and also you might be hiding candy on you so I'll check for that too", Tommy goes from grinning to annoyed and pulls Billy into a noogie.

"You put me in leiderhosen!"

Because obviously that's the most important issue to be addressed right now.

There's maybe a split second where Billy actually gets to be surprised by the fact that Tommy is here, and barrelling out of the house, and then he's being tackled and patted down and noogied and he just has to deal with it. He thinks he got the gist of what Tommy says - alright, so it's not that hard, but he really is getting better at understanding, uh, speedster-speed speech (that was terrible) - but there's really only one important part.

"I put everyone in leiderhosen - ow, will you quit it?" He doesn't sound too annoyed, though - he's actually kind of happy to see Tommy, although he probably shouldn't be. Stranded in another universe, and so on.

"When did you get here?"

By the time Billy responds, Tommy is almost done with the noogie, so he decides stopping is okay.

"Weeeeeeell... Okay. But only because I got new clothes. Pretty snappy, huh?"

Even though the clothes aren't anything particularly special, Tommy is so pumped about having clothes from Mom that it doesn't really matter. He spins around and poses, orange goggles glinting from around his neck.

"And I got in, y'know, just after you left on your fog mission thing."

Now he takes a good look at Billy, squinting and leaning in. "Hey!" Back into Billy's personal space he goes, pulling the neck of his shirt down a little. "Who the fuuuuu-lip did this?" He glances back at the house guiltily (someone's been being on his best behaviour for Mom) then turns back to Billy, more pissed off than worried.

Billy raises his eyebrow - did Tommy seriously just cut himself off from swearing? That's a new one. But he catches the backward glance, and - oh, right, it's because mom might hear him. It reminds him of how his little brothers act when they're trying to be on their best behaviour. Not that they know any swear words like Tommy does (he hopes).

"There were these snake thinngs, in the fog," he shrugs a little, putting up with Tommy invading his space - he's learned that it's generally over with quicker than he could protest, and he's just checking to make sure he's okay, so. "It's okay, it probably looks worse than it is. I mean... I can't see how bad it looks, but I'm guessing."

Tommy knows all the swears. It's been interesting trying to stay PG-13 these past couple days. Really interesting.

"Sanke things? What?" Zip zip zip, Tommy is suddenly leaving after images all over as he takes in Billy from several angles. Bitemarks, bruises, oh man this is not making him happy at all. "Dude. You look like a giant squid just tried to make out with you. Did you kill 'em at least?"

"Snake things," Billy gestures with his hands a little - they were creepy fog monsters, okay, he's not getting any more specific. "I think I might have preferred the giant squid, at least it wouldn't have been able to bite me. No, wait, they have those nasty beaks don't they." Alright so fine, maybe he is a little more beat up than he'd like. "But yeah, we killed them - it's not like I was alone."

He manages to take some surrpetitious glances at Tommy, too. "I see you're okay - you managed to stay out of trouble?"

"Okay, so that's really not a real answer about the snakes, but since they're dead and I'm a kind and loving brother, I'm just gonna write that up to you being even more dumb when you're tired. And duh I got into trouble."

Cue Tommy's ladykiller grin. "I just didn't get caught."

He smirks, then wrinkles his nose. "And, dude, why don't we drag your ass inside and get you, I dunno, some food and a nap and a bath. And we can get you the bath first because I love you, but you stink, man."

Tommy starts tugging on Billy's sleeve and making speedestery "get in the house" gestures, which are basically anything he can do except for picking Billy up and tossing him through the door. Patient, he is not.

"Alright, alright, I'm moving." He is, just not... you know, speedster-fast. He might have liked to take his time getting inside because he'd like to delay the inevitable of having to show Wanda his injuries (not that this is - look, he's just nervous about it), but that's pretty much impossible with Tommy tugging him along.

"A bath sounds pretty good right now." Not because he stinks, thanks a lot, Tommy - he's just achey and tired, and sinking into a nice hot bath and just relaxing really does sound like a good idea. So does a nap, but he'll try not to combine the two.

"Please tell me you didn't blow anything up." He doesn't bother making that a question, of course he blew something up. Billy just hopes it wasn't anything too important.

"I didn't blow anything up." Tommy's face is deadpan... until he cracks up. "No, seriously man, did you really think I could tell you that with a straight face?"

He scoops a pebble up from the ground and makes it go off with a "paf!" just because he can.

"This is what I do! Well that and go fast, but I do that all the time too." He's back at Billy's side in an instant, arm slung over his twin's shoulder companionably. "Don't worry, though, I didn't break anything too important. Mom would've been mad"

Billy has to resist the urge to roll his eyes - actually, no, he doesn't resist it, that totally deserves eye-rolling. Blowing up a pebble, Tommy, really? What did it do wrong?

"Uh huh. It's amazing how that's a better motivator than how much you owe me for fixing the important things you break. I'm keeping a list, you know."

He speaks a little more quietly. "So you believe she's our mom?" Finally? he doesn't add - it's kind of implied. He doesn't know why Tommy has had such a problem accepting it - except in front of Magneto, and really, when Magneto says he's your grandfather, it's hard to argue.

Tommy is so used to the eye-rolling that it just slides right on by him as he leans in to drawl at Billy, using his free hand to gesture around in the air.

"Well yeah. I mean, Mommy frowns versus little bro whining. Obviously one is more important." He smirks. "Her, I listen to. You, I just noogie."

At Billy's question, Tommy shrugs and puts Billy's thoughts into words. "I've believed since Magneto came down and was all word of god about it, yeah. I mean, he's Magneto. If he wants me to call him Grand-Pappy, I'm gonna do it, and gladly."

"I don't whine! I make perfectly reasonable complaints about massive property damage that you expect me to clean up! How is that whining?" That... might qualify as whining, though.

He gives Tommy a skeptical look. "I don't remember him asking to be called Grand-Pappy, that seems like it might be... a little much." But grandfather is just fine... hm. Actually, he might just stick with calling him Magneto, and leave the grandfather-diminutives to Tommy. "It's nice to know it just takes the word of a megalomaniac - who wanted us to invade Latveria - to change your mind."

"See? Whine whine whine, you're doing it right now!" Tommy bops Billy over the head just because he can. As usual, Tommy responds to what he wants to and ignores everything else. "And that was just an example. I'll call him what he wants in the future if we meet him, I guess. How do you say Grampa in Jewish?"

"Ow." Billy makes a face, but it's a very tolerant ow. And just as expected, Tommy is glossing over the part he doesn't care about. "Uh, Zayde -" he pronounces it Zaydeh, "but you're not Jewish. And let's hope we don't meet him again any time soon, things got complicated enough back home."

Tempting fate, Billy.

"Zaaaay-deeee." Tommy rolls the word around in his mouth, testing it out and only getting it sort of wrong. "Hey, if he's Jewish, and he wants me to call him that, I'd better practice now so I don't muck it up. Just in case, y'know?"

It helps that it sounds cool. Thank goodness Magneto isn't Magneta. "Bubbe" isn't nearly as distinctive a phrase.

"And, with our luck? We'll probably be seeing him again sooner than later."

Fate is Tommy's bitch (or is that the other way around?).

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