[ Tommy can think as fast as he can run, and Billy has his brain going in what would feel like thirteen different directions. For the speedster, it’s linear. For anyone else, it’s flashes of what Tommy spends any real amount of time on. Bullshit - perm? - fucking what - a mental image of himself with curly hair -
The “trash-can like object” joke clicks and he barks out a laugh. ]
I promise not to puke in your direction. I got over it.
[ His thoughts shift from inner narration to visualization. Aurora explaining the alternate universes - the first time he saw Wanda Maximoff - the curve of her jawline. His jawline. This Billy’s jawline. Well at least Uncle Pietro didn’t have another kid. A cute guy at a party, with a straight-haired Billy in a starry shirt in the background of the memory.
Fuck. Why? How? Where’s the right one? What if it’s “Mother” that everyone was babbling about?
It’s not a happy train of thought, but there’s a desperate undercurrent of wanting it to be happy. The sort of self-squashing hope someone struggles with when they’ve been kicked in the teeth too much. He settles on sardonically amused. ]
no subject
The “trash-can like object” joke clicks and he barks out a laugh. ]
I promise not to puke in your direction. I got over it.
[ His thoughts shift from inner narration to visualization. Aurora explaining the alternate universes - the first time he saw Wanda Maximoff - the curve of her jawline. His jawline. This Billy’s jawline. Well at least Uncle Pietro didn’t have another kid. A cute guy at a party, with a straight-haired Billy in a starry shirt in the background of the memory.
Fuck. Why? How? Where’s the right one? What if it’s “Mother” that everyone was babbling about?
It’s not a happy train of thought, but there’s a desperate undercurrent of wanting it to be happy. The sort of self-squashing hope someone struggles with when they’ve been kicked in the teeth too much. He settles on sardonically amused. ]
Nah I’m the sprinter.
Billy.