[ That checks out and it doesn't check out because like... wouldn't the Avengers want to nab a kid like that up? Not let them go to juvie? He doesn't know, but all he can think of is if Tommy was out there he went somewhere different. Not to a loving home like the Kaplans and his throat constricts at the thought - at the singular word: experiment. ]
[ He doesn't say anything, partly to shove down the emotions that broil over. The problem with being a telepath that almost exclusively works on empathy is you get your own mixed emotions and thoughts and someone else's. And in this case, he doesn't need either to roil in Tommy's distrust. ]
I've tried a few tracking spells. It's not like that.
[ But he can't explain it, doesn't know how. He doesn't have any of the answers the other boy is looking for other than the pieces don't line up. Similarly shaped? But the edges are different, different enough that they might almost fit in but they don't. They don't fit and Tommy asks his question as the rest reverberates as a practical yell in his skull. ]
[ Tommy takes a step back and he visibly flinches before he does, his hands slackening in their grip before realizing what he was supposed to be doing and he doesn't look at him. He can't look at him. ]
No. [ He forces it out, hollow and hard. ] This thing just happens. Whenever someone I'm close to or someone has an intense emotion... or both... I hear it in my head.
I can't stop it. And I am a witch. Mostly. I'm learning.
[ He closes his eyes to stop the stinging, to stop the urge to snap, to do something, because he still feels - ]
Look. I don't have the answers you're looking for. I'm - I didn't even know Wanda and Vision had kids before like - time on the Witches Road is weird? It's been a couple of days maybe?
I don't know. [ It feels like the mantra of his life. He doesn't know. He doesn't know anything and everytime he gets a step closer something else happens. ] Maybe. We're not quite right, but you thought I was Billy? And I thought you were Tommy? That has to mean something, like magick.
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[ He doesn't say anything, partly to shove down the emotions that broil over. The problem with being a telepath that almost exclusively works on empathy is you get your own mixed emotions and thoughts and someone else's. And in this case, he doesn't need either to roil in Tommy's distrust. ]
I've tried a few tracking spells. It's not like that.
[ But he can't explain it, doesn't know how. He doesn't have any of the answers the other boy is looking for other than the pieces don't line up. Similarly shaped? But the edges are different, different enough that they might almost fit in but they don't. They don't fit and Tommy asks his question as the rest reverberates as a practical yell in his skull. ]
[ Tommy takes a step back and he visibly flinches before he does, his hands slackening in their grip before realizing what he was supposed to be doing and he doesn't look at him. He can't look at him. ]
No. [ He forces it out, hollow and hard. ] This thing just happens. Whenever someone I'm close to or someone has an intense emotion... or both... I hear it in my head.
I can't stop it. And I am a witch. Mostly. I'm learning.
[ He closes his eyes to stop the stinging, to stop the urge to snap, to do something, because he still feels - ]
Look. I don't have the answers you're looking for. I'm - I didn't even know Wanda and Vision had kids before like - time on the Witches Road is weird? It's been a couple of days maybe?
I don't know. [ It feels like the mantra of his life. He doesn't know. He doesn't know anything and everytime he gets a step closer something else happens. ] Maybe. We're not quite right, but you thought I was Billy? And I thought you were Tommy? That has to mean something, like magick.