AU: Where Billy is a bad guy and Teddy is Captain America's son.

Summary: It's not easy being the son of the Scarlet Witch. It's also not easy having to follow her around on her "errands." But when I run into a certain hero, it gets even harder to stay sane. I don't like being a villain, but I do it for the love of my mother. However, just because I enjoy blowing up the city and causing mischief doesn't mean I don't like making friends or actually value an academic education. Also, it's not like I don't have a heart. Hell, I didn't even know I had one until I was given the chance to work with the nicest and most compassionate boy in school, Theodore Altman, captain of the football, and star athlete of Mid-Town High.

It's not easy being the son of Captain America. Especially when I'm part Kree and Skull, I know, complicated story. Then the hero business, it's a lot of pressure to keep the world at the bay of destruction with a dad like mine. Well..."dads" I should say…again, my life isn't your average teenage angst sotry. Then it gets even trickier juggling my life around when I met this one kid at school. He's quirky and a complete nerd but, he seems to have a lot of issues. All I want to do is make those problems go away. Only if he knew I was one of his favorite heroes.

A/N: Hi. I'm old to fanfiction, but new to the fandom. Well, not really. I've been reading Young Avengers since I was a kid and yeah. So my style is a little weird. I like to start in one character's POV then switch to another and use that character to review past events explained from their point of view. So, yeah. That's a small explanation. READ ON!

A/N (2015): I've decided to revise the earlier chapters and when I'm done, this story will finally end. It's great to be back guys!

Teddy

A burst of light flashed in my eyes, dazing me for a few seconds while in mid-flight. The next thing I know, my is face smashed into a metal column.

I really needed to work on my recovery and a better method on "how to not crash".

"Owww" I mutter, rubbing the lights from my eyes, looking back at the me shaped dent in the column in front of me before it descended back into the wall and a new pattern of column sprouted.

"C'mon, Hulking! You can't let a little light show get you distracted!" Hawkeye, aka Kate Bishop, aka my best friend, playfully yelled out from behind me as she shot two arrows consecutively, knocking the heads off of two training droids easily.

The training room consisted stainless steel, hundreds of thousands of octagonal panels lined the walls, ceiling, and floor. From each panel or group of panels, metal columns, flamethrowers, walls, bots, turrets, or just pits that swallow you whole for a few minutes, could emerge.

I will the wings away and I crash down on a group of three droids, crushing the middle one, grabbing the one to my left, and swinging it over to the droid at my right, leaving both in scrap metal in a fiery explosion. I clap the grime off my hands when all of a sudden the familiar sound of a laser turret powering up captures my attention behind me on the wall. I raise my arms, but I know I can't form a shield fast enough.

Immediately, Patriot drops in and takes the blast, then quickly counters, throwing his shield at the turrets barrel, "What's been up with you lately? You're a little lax."

"Sorry, guys. I've been a little stressed lately. You know how it is." I assist Kate, throwing Elijah (that's Patriot's name) like a spear at another turret that popped out of the ceiling, while she hops on the shoulders of a droid and thrusts an explosive arrow in its cranium, then gracefully back-flipping onto the ground, already reloading another arrow.

"Why? Exams aren't for another three weeks?" Iron Lad, aka Nate, asked while ramming through turret after turret, catching Elijah on his way down.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Is it a girl?!" Cassie cheerfully speculated, growing from inside a droid like one of those birthday cakes with a person inside, but with fiery explosions and scrap metal.

I couldn't really tell, but I'm pretty sure Kate rolled her eyes while drawing the string of her bow, "No, it is not a girl! This is Teddy we're talking about!" Then she flinched when I saw that a thought shot through her mind at the same time she shot her arrow, landing a little off center from a droids chest. It still earning a satisfying explosion. "Did you finally ask out that boy you've been telling me about?" Kate blurted.

I couldn't help but blush at that, but the red glow of the exploding droid parts hid it well.

"Umm…" I muttered.

"WHAT?!" the entire team screamed into their communicators.

"No way!? Teddy found a boy! And one he likes!?" Eli chuckled.

"Good for you! It is much easier for same sex relationships to court in my time." Nate responded.

"Is he cute?" Cassie asked giddily.

"From what he's told me, he's a small little puppy he…"

"KAAAAATE!" I screamed, interrupting her before she could finish.

"What? You're the one who said it." Kate smirked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I answered back, smiling while punching a hole through the chest of another droid.

It's not long until we're all tired and worn out for the day. Droid metal and burn circles litter the training room in a wonderful technological wasteland. I will myself to shorten back to my more human looking self, still big, but not "monstrous 8ft tall" big. Being 6ft 4" was my favorite height. The large and toned muscles were a perk too.

Eli peeled off his mask while Kate unclipped her quiver, then share a quick kiss. Nate lands with Cassie in his arms, her own mask off and pecks Nate on the cheek as a reward. He blushes. I stood there awkward as they paired off. It seemed about time for me to have my own significant other too.

We walked out of the training room, took an elevator back up to ground level, and into the lounging area where the heroes were allowed to sit down and chat in the mansion. We all went to the den area with the massive TV and super comfy couches.

"Alright, spill! Who is this mystery guy that has you daydreaming in the middle of training?" Cassie demands while sitting Indian style on a couch cushion.

I sit down in a nice black leather recliner and wipe more sweat off with a towel, "Well, he's in my school."

"So we wouldn't know him." Nate said.

I shoot a sly smirk at him, "Yeah, that's because you're from the future where apparently you don't require education and therefore can't be social with any of the kids from my school and you guys are all super geniuses already."

"Just tell them!" Kate exclaimed.

"What's the point? We'll meet him eventually!" Eli interjected.

"Shush! I want to hear the story" Cassie whined.

I laughed and complied to Cassie's wishes.

It all started a few weeks ago...

I was beginning to fall behind in Geometry class and my teacher had recommended me a tutor.

I didn't want dad to know because I would get another lecture about America and how we need to keep up with the other nations. And I get that a lot because my dad is none other than Captain America. Well, my adoptive father. My mom died during the last big Kree/Earth conflict over the galactic laws of allowing Kree and other intergalactic species to live on Earth. In other words, space politics. Then my other dad, he doesn't expect me to be as smart as him, but he does have his expectations up there since he's Tony Stark, aka Genius, Billionaire, FORMER Playboy, Philanthropist, aka Iron Man. The only perk in all of this is that Dad (That'(s what I call Tony) helps with science and math, while Pops (That's what I call Steve) helps out with History and English.

Back to the story: My teacher set me up with this really smart kid. Billy Kaplan.

I've seen him a few times around school. He's in the comic book clubs and he doesn't seem to be friends with anyone other than his brother Tommy. Tommy hangs out with my circle of friends every now and then, but like Billy, he likes to keep his distance. The only person who he seems to have some kind of connection with is Kate. Tommy and Billy are also fraternal twins. Where Tommy is more muscular and has white hair, Billy has dark raven black hair and is slender but leaner muscled.

So there I was, sitting with a complete stranger. In comparison to me, he was puny. My large, big football jock stature was gigantic compared to his lithe and slender body. He seemed pretty nice, polite, and explained everything better than Mr. Johnson. Billy was pretty tense when he first walked in the room, like he was conflicted whether he wanted to be here or not. I shook it off and assumed it was the jitters. I mean, everyone has their reasons. To break the ice, I outstretched my hand and gave him the biggest smile I could. He flinched slightly at the gesture, shyly letting down his tense shoulders.

Slowly, his gaze nervously met mine and his deep hazel-like topazes met my own. I was lost for a second, but the touch of his hand brought me back to the world. I squeezed his fingers gently to show that I wouldn't hurt him and I took my seat.

"Hi, I'm Theodore Altman, but my friends call me Teddy." I said.

"Hi, Theodore, I'm William Kaplan. But my friends, if I had any, would call me Billy." He nervously introduced himself, giving a nervous chuckle. I raised an eyebrow at this. Did he just call me Theodore? And no friends?

"Ummm…you can call me Teddy you know?" I offered.

"Oh, I didn't…" Billy nervously pulled out a few paper and his book, averting his face back to the desk. I chuckled lightly and patted his back.

"It's fine...Billy." I smiled, not really sure what to say next, scratching the back of my head, trying not to make this anymore awkward than it already was. It took him a few minutes to break the silence. His eyes met mine again, a faint smile pulling the corners of his mouth.

"So…umm…geometry?" Billy asked.

"Yeah!" I smile, trying not to stare too much at the Hazel-eyed boy in front of me.

So that's how that began. We studied for about an hour, him teaching me the basics and reviewing what I already knew. He did this cool thing with his pencil where he'd twirl it on his fingertips while he waited for me to finish a question. To be honest, it was more interesting than trigonometry. I didn't really understand how co-sins and tangents work, but I learned SOHCAHTOA. Eh? That's improvement right?

Then my eyes couldn't help but wander up his arm. Surprisingly, even though he was wearing a black-longs sleeve shirt, I could see lean muscles rhythmically move back and forth in his sleve while his fingers worked tentatively to twirl the pencil in perfect coordination.

Propping an elbow on the table and turning my body, I found myself resting my head in my hand and staring at Billy's face. He had this shaggy mop hairstyle going on for him. It was cute. It fit his face. It didn't seem to distracting from his eyes, which were hazel. Obscenely hazel. It was crazy how hazel they were. Girls have said I have pretty, but I'm sure that Billy has me beat here. They were just that perfect combination of grey, green, orange, and brown that made it seem like I was staring into the stars. It was almost ethereal.

As he explained how the Pythagorean Theorem correlates with the hypotenuse of default angle C, I noticed that he'd turn his body to mine so we were looking over the same paper, his knee brushing lightly against mine. He didn't flinch away so I kept mine there. It felt nice, and so completely normal compared to my life this past year. This was about a 5 minute lecture until he stopped in his rant about reversing some equation.

"Ummm…Teddy? Are you following along?" Billy asked, tapping his pen to an equation I had no idea how to solve, snapping my mind back to reality.

"Oh sorry, what?" I spit out.

"Did you get any of that?" Billy asked again. I nervously laughed with a sideways smiles.

"Well…what was that about the Pythagorean and the Hynpotenuse?" I answered truthfully, "I got lost there."

Billy sighed, but not a disappointed sigh. "Sure, at least we're getting progress." He looked up at me just in time to see me with my hands behind my head, leaning back in my chair, balancing a pencil on my upper lip with my lips puckered up in an over dramatic kissy face. I admit, I'm a dork, but when Billy looked at me, I swear he blushed, and the tips of his ears turned red. I set down the pencil and got serious again.

Again he started on about the Hypotenuse, and going slower this time how the hypotenuse is always the opposite of the right angle in any triangle and how it's always relative to Angle C and side C. He did a few equations to give an example.

While he worked, I couldn't help but notice how his tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth when he's thinking. It was adorable. His lips looked soft and a light peach pink. Not extremely pink like a girl's, just the right amount that doesn't make me feel too girly yet extremely kissable.

Our legs were brushing against each other again, and every now and then he would face me and smile asking if I was following along. He even had me pull out my own pencil and write down which angles were which and how to find out what sides belong where.

By the time 4:00 had rolled around, it felt like we had barely spent any time together.

It was my phone that told me it was time to leave. His phone too. We both reached into our pockets and read our respective messages, then we turned to each other one last time, suddenly realizing our faces were a few inches apart.

"Oh, um…sorry. My time is up. I gotta head to practice." I told him. His eyes were locked onto mine.

Billy smiled, "Same, I have to pick my little brothers from day-care."

"Alright." I said. On the inside, I was a little sad. I wanted to know more about this Billy Kaplan. He's already helping out with my classes so I have to find a way to repay him back.

"Do you want to do this again tomorrow?" Billy offered while packing his books.

"Sure…" I smile, taking my phone. Another session with Billy? Hey, it'd only raise my grade, right? "…what's your number."

Billy

I sat there quietly as the grunts and other villains suited up or had a drink before going out on another rampage on New York. It was the same every time. The grunts loaded up their laser tech weapons, the villains either loaded up their own weapon or had a drink to get into their zone. Mostly they'd do both.

The room I was in was a cleared out area in an abandoned warehouse that the current group of villains I was associated with had commandeered. It was West of Central park, where we had planned to base the diversion team for this month's evil pot. Of course, everyone had a part in it. They all had crucial roles. Like who had to feint defeat, then those who had to make sure certain heroes were busy.

And then there was me.

I was the odd one out of the group. I just followed along with the super villains. My mother was the Scarlet Witch. She turned against the Avengers when she remembered her children, Tommy and I. But in her eyes, we were Speed and Wiccan, the reincarnations of the two boys who she lost to Dormamu years ago. She went ballistic when we were taken, and the only way to calm her down was to completely wipe the memory of having. Well, then something happened a few years back. She remembered everything. And things went crazy again.

After spending some time in hiding, she vowed revenge on the Avengers for not allowing her to rescue her children back then, and will use those children to destroy them. When the Avengers disassembled, she found me. I was lost, suicidal, and alone. On that bench a almost two years ago now, I was the child she lost and awakened. Then next day at school, I fried Kessler, the bully who deserved every gigawatt of electricity I sent through him. I found my powers and my family.

In a way, I thought it was pretty cool because that technically made Magneto my grandfather and gave me automatic authority over a majority of the other villains who feared my mom. And with my powers, everyone knew my mysteriously powerful potential was almost limitless. With my abilities, I knew I would be an ace up my mother's sleeve.

My mother… my mother is the only person in my life that I trusted fully. She found me, healed me when I was down. She was there for me when even I wasn't there for myself. She awakened my true potential. She is the reason I am who I am today. The Magical and Chaotic Wiccan.

So there I was, bored out of my mind, in my supersuit. It was pretty ridiculous really. I had a red cape like my mother, but that's where the similarities ended. I wore a dark blue leotard type uniform that was made of a specially engineered material that was resistant to fire, water, and most light based weapons. I even had head gear too but it didn't cover up my face. Although, it didn't matter because I didn't have a problem with my friend recognizing me. I had no friends. But just in case, I had a charm on me that's always active in the field that makes the person forget my face or distort the memory of recognition. So a person would remember my eyes, but they wouldn't remember the rest of my facial features, and when they look back at my face, they completely forget what they even saw me face. (A/N 2015: Note, this was written right before that one Doctor Who Episode)

Tommy, however, needed some goggles. His features were more…noticeable. He was suited up in honor of our uncle Pietro, or other well known as, Quick Silver. Tommy is just as fast, if not faster, than our uncle, and twice as smart too. Tommy is already "higher" than me in the rankings of villainy. His cut throat attitude and lack of remorse helped too. When I first met him, Tommy nearly killed all of the doctors and officers at the mutant juvenile facility he was at by accelerating their particles to explode.

He and I, we were lost until we found each other. We look out for each other. Even though we don't know which one of us is older, he likes to take the big brother role and tease me constantly like any other older brother should. He and I both know it's out of love. He'd never admit it though. I didn't mind it either. He was cool and didn't make me wanna do anything that would hurt me.

"Hey, Wic! Gimme a hand with these boxes! The grunts need to replenish their lasers' energy reserves. You mind zapping them into the warehouse?" Tommy sped over in a white flash, holding a crate of what looked to be the illegal plutonium canisters that powered our main weaponry.

"Sure." I shrug and crack my fingers. I concentrate for a second and like a rush of caffeine, magic flows through my body and begins emanating from my skin. And with a thought, I "magic" the crates in the warehouse from the semi that pulled just outside.

"Thanks bro!" Tommy smiled and patted me on the back. I give a side-ways smirk and sit back down at the table, where I was beginning to doodle scribbles with magical plasma with my fingers. I wasn't really in the mood for destruction today.

Tommy didn't miss the vibe.

"What's the matter baby bro? A girl got your panties in a bunch? She not enjoy what she see down there?" Tommy teased.

I glare back at him, feeling my eyes pulsate a bit. Tommy back off with his hands by his head.

"I was kidding! Tommy defended, "But seriously, what's up? We haven't really talked lately since Mom started hanging with Gramps and his league of evil buddies again."

I lean my chin into the palm of my hand, "It's nothing."

"Really? You're going to be like that? God you sound like a girl right now." Tommy exasperates, "Just tell me what's wrong and I'll leave you here to pout, then come back and laugh about it!"

I draw a poorly shaped heart on the table, "I…met someone." I admit it. A tingling blush creeps lightly across my face.

"SO IT IS A GIRL!" Tommy yells out happily, earning a few questioning glares from the villains and goons hanging around. I duck my head under my arms in embarrassment.

"SHUT UP, SPEED!" my muffled voice manages to reach his ears.

Tommy calms down with a huge smile on his face, "Alright, just tell me who it is and I can get her in your bed by the time this mission is over with! Oh this is great! My little brother finally going for a girl!" he rambles on, "Is she pretty? Tell me she has tits? No? Oh, so you're one of those guys who like to go for the flat chested ones with the nice ass right? The small petite ones? I could see you going for that since you're a guy like you. Not that that's bad but I'm just saying that it's typical. Do you like that Kawaii Desu and Sempai..."

"I barely know them, Tommy." I spit out in the middle of his interrogation. He stops and thinks.

"Well, I guess I can help set you guys up or something to begin with. I mean, I guess sleeping with her is out of the question, unless she's like that but I'd have to…"

"Tommy…" I stop him again.

"Yes, dear little brother of mine who I am going to help get laid?"

"It's a guy." I tell him straight up.

"…..." Tommy looks at me. I can tell what he's thinking, and I'm not even using magic to do it. He's confused and disappointed that he can't help, and is only now totally remembering that embarrassing conversation we had with mom about sex we had a few months ago and me coming out. The one

"Oh yeah…" Tommy reminded himself, "Well…if he hurts you, just call."

Tommy smiled and sped out of his seat. I sigh in defeat in loss and wonder. I slam my forehead onto the table, but when I lift up my head, something is sticking to it.

It falls off my forehead and back onto the table with a little note in sharpie, "Use protection, Baby Bro! –T"

My eyes widened in shock and awe.

Where the hell did he even hide one of these in his suit!? And how does he know what size I am!...oh right...twins.

So…yes. I may or may not have fallen head over heel for this guy I met. I'm a normal tutor at my school, but this was the first time I ever had to tutor someone from the football team. They had a reputation of pushing me into lockers, or cornering me to be used as a punching bag, a reason for me to develop my powers.

It wasn't easy at first controlling them. Usually it would be little things like random shocking people whenever they brush up against me in the halls or maybe accidentally levitating myself when I sleep, but when I did lose control, I would fry people and seriously hurt them with the excessive magic in my body. One time a bully was picking on me and I wasn't haven't any today, so I said, "Get Lost!" and walked away. Later that day, reports for him were sent out. They just couldn't find him anywhere. I wasn't questioned or anything.

They found him a week later wandering the ghettos of the Bronx, babbling about being lost and delirious.

Now here I was again in a potentially life scarring situation. I knew who he was before he even introduced him with a dazzling smile. He was Teddy Altman, a Junior like me, but that's where our similarities ended. He's the Varsity Quarterback and Linebacker. I could see why. He was massive. His muscles were literally rippling out of his Letterman jacket. He looked adorable…but, I didn't dare act on my feelings.

So I only assumed those muscles were used to hurt me instead of protect me, which is why I flinched when he outstretched his hands. I was pathetic. Of course he wouldn't deliberately hit me in a class room when we had literally just met seconds ago. But my mind was overwhelmed. I didn't know whether to melt under his gaze or zap him with a quick shock and run.

When we took our seats, it was so awkward. I didn't know how to start this tutoring session off! I was a loss for words. So I just got my books out and hoped he followed my lead. He spoke first.

"I'm Theodore Altman. But my friends call me Teddy." He smiled, his eye gleaming a beautiful shade of grey blue. His skin was perfect, and his dimples. Oh my gosh he was perfect.

I did my best not to show any real emotion and tried to not be timid.

"Hi Theodore. I'm William Kaplan. But my friends, if I had any, call me Billy". I blurted out before I realized what I said. Why was crude and kinda depressing sarcasm my default emotion?

"You know, you can call me Teddy?" Teddy sympathized. He seemed sorry and I knew right there that he pitied me. But somewhere in my heart that felt good, it meant he cared.

"Oh, I didn't…" I sputter. I didn't dare look up because I knew the blush on my face was a fiery red. I had goosebumps, butterflies, everything that a person can get from being nervous. I could feel my power reacting too. I gripped the edge of my seat and waited it out. It must've been awkward for Teddy too, I mean, I was acting a little creepy.

Then he said the impossible.

"It's fine...Billy" He said, putting a little emphasis in my name as if it were a new word for him, like he was practicing to say it over and over again. But in a way, he called me his friend. He deliberately gave me an invitation to be his friend. To call him Teddy!

I smiled a bit, but I didn't dare let him see, unsure about what was going to happen if I lost emotional control.

"So…geometry?"

From there it went uphill. He seemed really interested in what I was saying. He picked up the Pythagorean Theorem pretty easily and a few of my own little tricks.

I don't when though, but in the middle of my ranting and explaining and pointing and working, our bodies had become obscenely close, his arm was around the back of my chair and his leg was pressed against mine. I didn't let him notice, but I could feel the warmth of his jock bod emanate onto my back and his breathe was light against my neck when he leaned over to see what I was doing.

Then when I let him take his own pencil and work on a few questions, I couldn't help but stare at his face while he thought about this equation. His eyes scrunched lightly as if he were thinking critically. It brought out the brutish manly features he had. It was then that I noticed the gauges in his ears. I wondered if he was a Hulkling fan.

Hulkling was a tough son of a bitch. He was take my lightning bolts easily and I have to use my full in-control power to stay toe-to-toe with him. He could've easily been on the dark side like me. And we definitely had cookies. He was a Kree hybrid. They didn't have a good reputation with the goodies of earth. However, that's earth in general so I digress.

While in the middle of one of my rants about how algebra can be used in real life, I caught glimpses of Teddy as he attempted to pay attention. At one point, I knew he totally was in his own world, leaning back in his chair with he hands behind his head, balancing a pencil on his upper lip. His lips were pointed right at me and his eyes were cross-eyed focusing on getting the pencil perfect centered. He was too busy with that to notice that his shirt had ridden up a bit and that a nice strip of his stomach was now exposed.

Don't think I'm a pervert here, I know every gay guy and straight has done it. They secretly LOVE it when a guy's shirt rides up and you can see the bottom of their torso, observing that nice V off their hips that leads to that glorious promise land, occasionally with a nice happy trail. Man I'd love to follow that trail and...nope! stop! Abort! Mount Vesuvius does not need to be pre-heated at the moment!

I watched Teddy progress through the equation, a faint smile that slowly grew bigger and bigger as he went along. Finally, he had the biggest grin when he finished it. It was like watching a little kid learn his times tables for the first time.

But as soon as it started, it ended.

My phone went off and so did his at the same time.

I reached for my phone and read the text, "Mom wants you home soon. Zap when you can. –T"

I sighed and looked up from my phone. Teddy looked up at the same time as me and suddenly our faces inches away from each other. I will myself not to blush like a ripe tomato and smile. He was the first to speak.

"Sorry, I gotta get to practice." He explained.

"It's cool, I have to pick up my little brothers." I lie.

For a moment, I thought I had seen a flash of sadness on Teddy's face for a second as I began stuffing my books back into my bag. It was at that moment I knew that I wanted to keep this going because I felt the same way. So I made him an offer that he couldn't resist.

"Do you want to do this again tomorrow?" I ask. Okay, not exactly the best offer, but it was all I could put out.

Instantly his face lit up and I got a response I never expected.

"Sure! What's your number?"

Back to the warehouse, I zap the condom away to whatever pocket in space I sent it to and pull out my phone out of a little pocket dimension I created.

I smile at the screen.

"(2) Texts from Teddy"

I swipe open my phone and read them.

"Dude! Same here!"

"Batman could totally beat Superman!"

I grin happily. FINALLY! Someone else who thinks Batman is a total boss!

Over these last few weeks, I felt like I had finally found someone other than my brother that I could confide in. I am a total comic book nerd! I absolutely love the Avengers comics. Ironic really since they're my worst enemy in real life. But it's funny to see how I'm portrayed from another view point. Honestly, I know I'm not evil on the inside. It's my occupation. Also, who doesn't like to be bad every now and then? To have so much power in your hands? What other better way than to go out and just wreak havoc.

But I haven't really had that primal feeling lately since Teddy has become my best friend. Well, my only friend. Which by default means he's my best! He's just perfect! He's funny, smart at all the other subjects, and nice!

He's into comics, he's adopted, his birthday is October 17th, his favorite color is Green (as in hulk green), he's actually met a few of the heroes and he's shook hands with Captain America.

Funny, I've shook Captain America's hand before, until he launched me 40 feet into a tree.

It feels like I've known him my entire life.

I shot him a quick text back.

"When do you want our next tutoring session?"

As soon as I lock my phone, mom, The Scarlet Witch begins levitating overhead.

"It...is time!"

Immediately the grunts and other villains begin cheering and quickly resume the final preparations. I got up from my seat and began my own little pre-battle meditative state. I let my powers let me levitate and I felt the magic culminate around me and into my body. Soon I felt the familiar sensation of a fire burning in the back of my eyes.

Time to cause some havoc!

Teddy

"Son! Hulkling! We have just got the alarm! Multiple hostiles in Central Park!" Captain America, Dad called into my room.

"Roger that, Dad!" I call back, throwing my phone back onto my bed. I would have to text Billy back some other time. I hopped over to my closet, pulled out my suit and quickly pulled it on. Shape shifting had its perks when it came getting clothes on.

Heavy footsteps stomped down the hallway in a quick sprint, "I'll see you there Teddy! Iron Man is picking me up!" the Captain yelled before I heard the familiar of the sound barrier breaking above my house and a red streak flashed past my window. Thank God the mansion had specially made glass so we could fly around as we please without shattering the windows every time break the sound barrier.

In minutes I was soaring through the skies of Brooklyn and to the park. The greenery was stark in contrast to the concrete jungle. Underneath me the ground was moving with bodies. Explosions and whirs of machinery going off could be heard up in the air. Along the borders of the park I spotted Spider-Man and other heroes doing their best to evacuate the surround blocks and keeping the footmen within the area of the park. At the center of the park I spotted a congregation of villains with some kind of black and tall device. It stood about 20 feet tall, the base implanting 5 prong claws into the Earth, the shaft an array of complex coils and lights. Finally, the topper was a circle like you would see on the end of bubble wands, and in the center of it was a shifting pink energy that swirled in a concentric pattern. Before I could get a closer look or attempt to do any reconnaissance, Doctor Doom spotted and started shooting angry red bolts of lightning. I circled away and decided it'd be best to wait for back up.

On the far north side, I met up with my team, assisting Patriot with the heavy fire he was taking by shifting my body's density as high as I could and crashed down on the crowd of unlucky footmen like a green meteor.

I flash his a grin and thumbs up.

"Thanks…DUCK!" Patriot immediately jumped over my head and took a massive pink energy bolt directly into his shield, knocking him back and into me. We both were sent flying several yards back. Elijah was dazed on my chest, groaning and struggling to recuperate. The blast felt like a canon ball at point blank.

I look up and there was the Scarlet Witch, floating through the air with malicious grace as she and Iron Man had a heated air battling. Pink tendrils encircled her, acting as whips and shields as Iron Man shot bursts of energy at her trying to find an opening. She barely lifts a finger every time he fires out a full salvo of miniature missiles or modified repulsor shots. It was scary how powerful she had become. This Scarlet Witch was far beyond who she used to be.

Using this opportunity to catch my breathe, I survey the battlefield.

My team is taking on the footmen, beating them down wave by wave. The bigger supers are having their own quarrels with the main baddies. Abomination. Task Master. Sand Man. Enchantress. etc.

Whoa, there were a few top notch baddies here. I haven't seen Enchantress in a while and Task Master usually does his own thing. Sand Man is an exclusive too and doesn't really roll with a crowd. Same with Abomination, who is typically found rampaging with Doom on occasion. The last time I've seen a fight this big was when the Skrull and Kree invaded Earth last year.

There were a few other teen villains there too.

Wiccan and Speed, the reincarnations of the Scarlet Witch and Quick Silver.

Wiccan was levitating overhead in an energy shield while Kate was dodging his lightning bolts while repeatedly sending volleys of arrows that would occasionally phase through, but only cut around the edge of his suit. He was just like his mother, using his powers as a huge offense and defense on and off. He spun through the air using centrifugal force to wind up his energy bolts.

Speed was running circles around Cassie as she tried to smash him with her colossal fist. She swept her foot around her to raise up some dust to try to keep up with Speed and to blind him as well. She didn't want a chunk of his foot suddenly gone if she let him scramble her molecules. Iron Lad was keeping the area clear of the grunt, frying anyone who dared to enter the fray.

"C'mon man! Your girlfriend could use some help over there!" I warn Patriot.

He groans and shakes his head to regain better focus, "Gimme a hand will ya?"

I smirk and flex the wings out of my back again and grab Elijah by the arms, lifting us both in the air and towards Wiccan.

"Hey Witch Boy!" Elijah screams as I let him go, launching a devastating kick to Wiccan's energy shield. The kick breaks Wiccan's concentration and the shield breaks, sending the other teen back flying, where I take the chance and tackle him to the ground. Elijah easily falls back into the trees and recuperates with his girl.

I easily take hold of Wiccan in my hands, keeping both his arms by his smaller body. I could've easily snapped him like a twig, but his powers would've liked to differ.

"LET. ME. GO!" he screams, suddenly his eyes flare with a blue fire and suddenly I'm covered in a searing pain. Blue flames scorched my skin. My body flailed out of control and my body goes numb, black filling my sight. My skin automatically growing more scales in response as a last resort defense.

Before my brain slips into unconsciousness, I remember hitting the ground, taking into most of the impact of whatever had fallen on top of me.

Billy

This disgusting creature had come out of nowhere and knocked me out of the sky. His friend had just rudely called me 'Witch Boy.' I wasn't going to let that go. But I wasn't fast enough. Patriot's kick broke my concentration and sent a spike of pain to my cranium, leaving me open for a follow up attack from Hulkling.

His gargantuan hands held me tight, but I quickly concentrated again, focusing on one goal: Staying alive.

"LET. ME. GO!" I commanded and I unleashed a burst of flame onto his body from mine. Nearly all of my energy was poured into that last spell.

I smirk as his fingers relax, but his body flails out of control and a fist connects with my jaw and the pain sends me into unconsciousness. God damn he was strong.

The last thing I recall is crashing into the trees and landing on something that isn't the ground.

A/N: Well, I hope that's not too bad. I haven't written in such a long time. I need to brush up on my action scenes. Ha. I wanna keep this going cuz I've had this idea in my head for a long time and written out in my journal. It just needs to be typed up and posted. Tell me what you guys think!

Sorry for any grammatical errors too by the way.

I'll update this soon! Bye!

A/N 2015: Wow...wow...I was so bad at writing back then. XD! Well I fixed some errors, added more detail, and added more to the plot. Hope you guys enjoyed the edit!