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Not Your Hamper || Stiles & Tommy
Stiles: Clean feet for a speedster means pretty damn rank feet for the rest of the planet.
Stiles: Sometimes I spray your shoes with deodorizing spray when you're not looking. As a service to mankind.
Tommy: oh so thats the weird smell haha
Tommy: im hurt tho i thought we were friends =[
We're Gonna Be Friends // Tommy and Jack
Jack couldn’t pull his eyes away from the creature as the wheels turned in his head. Maybe he could make some phone calls. “I’ve seen ‘em before. Now that I can get a good look at it…yeah I’ve met some of his kind. Not the friendliest bunch but then again I’ve met humans less friendly too.” He chuckled, the humor lost on probably anyone else. Human beings were so…mean.
The question Speed asked just made Jack realize it more.
What should he tell the kid? What did people know about UNIT? He wasn’t new to this game but he was new to run-ins with teenage superheroes so when he turned to look at Speed he wasn’t sure how he was going to respond. “Bring him in to UNIT.” Well apparently the truth was how he was going to respond. “Hopefully convince my boss to just lock him away in a cell until I can figure out what the best action is for him. If he is what I think he is then he’s not really dangerous. There’s a colony about –“ And that’s when he shut up with a chuckle on his lips. “I’m probably boring you to tears about my knowledge of alien colonies around the world.”
After letting go of Speed’s hand Jack bent down, lifting up the creature’s arm to get a better look at its stomach. Yep. Alerius. I know those dots anywhere. “Who’s Captain Jack Sparrow?”
"That's just because human beings are awful" he noted absently. "Is it sentient? Like us?" The more he thought about it the more questions he had. What was it doing here? Had it come here by itself or not? How? He wasn't sure whether the other man would know the answers.
"UNIT?" Tommy echoed suspiciously. He'd never heard of it but it sounded like a fancy government thing. Tommy didn't like fancy government things. "You'd better. It's cruel to run experiments on things, even if they're aliens." He tilted his head curiously. "A colony?" He chuckled. "You're not boring. Just...slow." He often found people interesting but he never had the patience for them.
His jaw dropped. "You don't know who's Captain Jack Sparrow?" His voice was incredulous. "I know who's Captain Jack Sparrow. And I don't watch that many movies. Dude, what century are you from?"
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Count My Sins || John & Tommy
John grinned and shrugged. “Well, I bet you got others. Kid like you… Besides, you can define ‘useful’ however you want,” he winked, laughing. He didn’t define himself based on other people’s interpretations anyway. He’d been seen as useful by various others, of course, but as for his own terms, John felt nearly powerless. He didn’t focus on that though.
He laughed at Tommy again though. “School is boring. I just like learning how other people screwed up before us. Plus, sometimes it can help out, weirdly enough. They had a few good ideas, anyway, and idiots of the future don’t expect you to pull out tactics that are thousands of years old,” he explained. “Plus, for time travel, well you pick things up as you go.”
Speaking of time travel, John was eager—more than eager. Even though he knew it would be a very short term visit to wherever they went, the last time he’d left Earth was under completely different circumstances. So naturally, he bounded outside, amazed at Tommy’s speed. He only could laugh though, and ducked back into the alley next to the building. “Jeez, kid, alright, calm down!” He laughed and hummed softly as he pulled back his sleeve, looking at the vortex manipulator. “Just for a little while, alright? I mean, when we get back here, it’ll be like we weren’t even gone five minutes. But seriously, I’m not going to get you lost on another planet or somethin’, alright?” He chuckled, plugging in coordinates. “Grab onto me,” he smirked, reaching out for Tommy.
He had plugged in for another planet. On Earth’s timeline, it was one hundred years later, but the planet was fairly primitive. They had plenty of interaction with other planets, but they had avoided technological advancements somehow. Most of the planet was filled with forests unlike anything that Earth had ever seen. Most likely, they wouldn’t come across anyone else, which might be for the best. “Uhh, this one’s called Brajh, I think. They changed the name last time so…”
A whole different planet.
A whole different planet.
"A whole different planet" Tommy breathed, spinning around once, twice, thrice, a little whirlwind on the spot. An almost maniacal grin spread out over his space, the different lighting of the planet highlighting his cheekbones to make it even worse. "Dude, this is an entirely different planet! Like notEarththisissocool--" His words were lost in the excited word vomit as he spun around again, craning his neck.
The speedster checked out the clearing they'd landed in at a speed that's close to the one that would break the human sound barrier, touching and poking things without thinking about any potential risks. He did it again, and again, checking out the entire place before he ended up in front of John. He looked like an excited child in the candy store.
"This is so cool!" he claimed, forcing the words to come out slowly and carefully, the stress he put on the articulation clearly audible in his voice. He was rocking back and forth on his feet. "So awesome, how cool is this, dude! Canwemaybeexploresome more?" Tommy was on an entirely new planet; there was no way he wasn't going to do some high speed exploring before they would leave.
We're Gonna Be Friends // Tommy and Jack
Jack brushed his hands together, dusting them off as he moved back toward the creature to grab the needle from out of its neck. He stuffed it into an inside pocket in his coat, reminding himself to get rid of it when he got back to the office later. “It usually doesn’t.” He stuffed his hands into his coat pocket and shrugged. He hadn’t planned far enough ahead because no, as he stared at the creature, it occurred to him that this thing was not fitting in the SUV and he couldn’t just time shift into UNIT at this hour of night.
“Not sure. Looks like it’s from Alerius. They have the weird spots on their skin.” He pointed to a purple dot close to where the needle had gone in. “But I’ve never seen one this big. Or mean. Usually they’re a little more…handsy.” He chuckled, finally turning his full attention to the kid. To Speed as he called himself.
“Speed, huh?” He smirked, extending his own hand and graciously shaking Speed’s. “I’m gonna assume that’s a nickname, though you never can be too sure about Earth names these days.” He winked. “Name’s Captain Jack Harkness. Not a superhero, just a man who’s seen too much.”
"True" Tommy agreed, watching the man stuff the needle in his pocket. He suddenly became all too aware of the thing, his eyes on the spot he'd seen it disappear to before he dragged his eyes up, looking at the guy before he followed the direction that was pointed out.
"Sounds like you know a lot about them" he noted, quickly making a lap around it before he came to a halt, all within a second. "What are you gonna do with it?" Was the guy going to take him in for testing? Should he allow that?
The speedster rolled his eyes. If he got a dollar for every time somebody ridiculed his name he'd be rich. Or at least live comfortably. "It's an alias" he confirmed. "It's a great alias." He snickered. "I almost thought you were going to say Captain Jack Sparrow." He stared at the man curiously What did he mean by too much? He didn't voice his question, not sure whether he wanted to know or not.
Not Your Hamper || Stiles & Tommy
Stiles: You lost it, yes. That is how I found it in my -couch-, Toms. It probably got in here from the other night when you were tTHROWING YOUR SOCKS AT ME.
Stiles: You are lucky I am a nonviolent man, Tommy.
Tommy: lol like u could catch me
Tommy: besides ive got clean feet for a speedster so be glad!!!!!
Not Your Hamper || Stiles & Tommy
Stiles: Yo Tommy is this your sock stuck in my couch cushions. [stinkyholeysock.jpg]
Stiles: I think that it is, Tommy.
Tommy: dunno could b?
Tommy: yeah looks like my sock i already thought id lost it
Tommy: w8 how did it get there???????
A friend in need is a friend indeed || Stiles and Tommy
Stiles sighed fondly, Tommy always had to try and do everything on his own. Even when the guy had fresh home-done stitches from a stab wound. Stiles leaned over and gently hefted Tommy up. Stiles was always surprised by how purely muscled Tommy was. He just thought of the speedster as his goofy friend most days; sometimes he forgot that the guy was also a super hero. It was weird and stupid of him because the guy danced around in spandex most of the time. Of course he was ripped as fuck.
"I have some x-men pajamas if you want to be silly."Stiles chuckled, shaking his head. "I also have some plain grey sweatpants if you want to be somber. Sorry, no green." Stiles shifted, pulling Tommy’s arm over his shoulder. "You get the bed, Mr.Stitches. No arguments." Stiles turned and looked at his stairs. "Uuuuunless we can’t manage the stairs without bursting your stitches."
Stairs. The greatest enemy. “What sounds better to you? Hobbling up the stairs and sleeping on a bed, or the couch and less privacy?” Stiles was game to try either one, honestly. He had sewn up a gaping knife wound already today; he could manage some stairs if Tommy thought he could.
He bit his lip, trying not to hiss as he was gently hefted to his feet. Don't be such a baby he told himself. "Who's on the x-men pajamas?" he questioned, voice a little strained. Okay, moving wasn't as pleasant as expected. But he could do this. He'd faced worse; that was the thought he kept clinging to. If he just remember that he'd survived worse pain than he could do everything, right? "Hey, I'm not arguing if you're offering, in this case."
"Well fuck." The speedster stared at the stairs, scowling. His gut said hobbling up the stairs; he didn't feel like crashing on the couch to be found out by somebody he didn't know. Like Stiles' father for example. And he didn't feel like people freaking out over the knife wound or demanding he'd tell them how he got it. He'd already shown his weak side enough to fill up the quota for the coming year in his opinion. No need to make it worse.
"The bed" he decided, clenching his fist and gritting his teeth before he took a step in the direction, trying to ignore the pain. "I'm Speed, I'm not gonna be stopped by a flight of stairs."
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Another year || Billy and Tommy
Billy leaned back into his chair. He remembered back when that happened. The start of their “career” had been halfway between kids messing around and suicide runs to save the world. Everyone had raised eyebrows at Tommy’s decision for the name “Speed”. It didn’t take long for nobody to question it anymore.
"Imagine the papers calling you ‘velocidad’ though. You would probably personally break into the place to edit the article!" He continued to joke. That’s all it was to him. Jokes. Science lingo was in his repertoire not to mock others, just because it was natural to him, and geeky jokes were funny to himself so he made them to others.
"Don’t take me for a LAZY freeloader, Tommy. I’m an investigating freeloader." He said, nodding his head in the general direction of Central Park. "Just staying off the radar so the Captain and Iron Man don’t show up on my doorstep to tell my parents I’ve been flying around again. I’m still trying to get the hang of my powers again though. Not as easy as it once was, though that might be for the better…" He took another sip of water. "Tech gizmos sound more up my alley, actually. You wouldn’t believe how stupid people can be while ordering a cup of coffee. Or demanding. Or just downright annoying. And with the air filled with caffeïne, I don’t think it would be a good workplace for you either…"
"Hey, I could totally do that" he said, almost thoughtfully. "I can walk through walls if I go fast enough, how hard would it be to break in to correct a very important mistake? I'm not some half-assed fake speedster x-kid. It's very important that they realize that."
Okay, so he was a bit protective about his name. He was taken for their uncle too many times not to be. Tommy wanted to make a name for himself, even if he sometimes felt like some magical carbon copy of Pietro. He rolled his eyes. "Let them. What can they do? You're like, mom the second. If you want to you can probably make them forget or something." There was a hint of envy in his voice. Sometimes he'd love to swap powers, if only he could feel he was normal for once.
The speedster huffed. "Yeah? Well I get to work for a month in five minutes and it's awful. I'd take the Starbucks over tech any day. And I can handle caffeine fine. It was an one time thing, Kaplan."
Wrong Place, Wrong Time
Arthur spluttered slightly, “You have a gay twin? What’s his name? Will I ever get to meet him?” So much new information was coming out. He was actually a little sad that he missed out on so much that happened with Tommy. He sat down on the same couch and took a drink of his tea. “Of course Lance has the cutest face but don’t tell him that. He doesn’t need anymore of an ego. He already shows off for the kids at the dog park.”
"Long story? I’ve got all the time in the world to hear about it. Well no, but I have today." Arthur replied. It was somewhat true. He had no other plans for the day besides homework, since he was finished with work and was in no real mood to go outside again. "Any city? It’s still weird to think of you as a super hero. The little kid that used to sleep over on my bedroom floor and stay up all night, making plans for the next day’s adventure."
"Oi! I have not." Arthur frowned, sticking his tongue out childishly,"I have a lot of fun, I can’t help that school sucks up most my life." He snorted slightly, thinking of Gwaine’s idea of breakfast that morning which was muffin’s with a beer from the day before. "Oh yeah he’s…he’s sort of..well he’s Gwaine. There’s really no more explaining I can do besides that. When you meet him you’ll get what I mean." He smiled slightly,"God your life got so much more interesting than mine. I’m a bit jealous."
"I have a gay magical twin" Tommy said, almost smugly. "He even sparkles, sometimes." He shrugged. "Be glad if you don't. He's looks like me, but without the cool white hair and the awesomeness. And, eh, he mopes around a lot." The speedster chuckled. "Yeah? Guess it's true what they say about birds of a feather flocking together. Or you know, dogs and their owners? Is there a saying about that?"
He rolled his eyes. "You do but I ....I have more time than you do. Relatively speaking. Everything goes way faster in my head." He gestured vaguely, like that would make his case clearer. He nodded. "Any. Well, maybe not some you can't reach by foot or over water...like floating cities are a no go." There was a bitter smile on his face. "Yeah, I have the same thing. Me, a hero? Sometimes it makes me laugh" he revealed. There was the urge to tell Arthur that that little kid was dead. Murdered in a prison that people with the same ideas as Arthur's father had thrown him in. But maybe that was a little too pessimistic for now.
"You could always not to school" he suggest, a hint of mischief on his face. He could tell from experience that it was better than going to school, though he was still reluctant to speak up about things like that.
"Ha, that Gwaine dude sounds more fun than you" he teased. He shook his head. "Don't be. It's not always fun." Even with his recent...disagreement with Arthur, he didn't wish his own life upon him. There were only two people who Tommy wished his life (and worse) upon and both of them were more powerful and more dangerous than Arthur or Tommy himself.
A friend in need is a friend indeed || Stiles and Tommy
Tommy’s smile was bit like sunshine. Seeing a real, true smile on the speedster’s face put into stark contrast exactly how many of the boy’s smiles were forced, smirky, or just from the thrill of a moment. A smile from the heart had an entirely different quality; it was nearly tangible in the space between them. Seeing it made Stiles’ breath hitch in relief. If he could make Tommy smile like that, then things were gonna be okay. They’d make them be okay together, because that was what friends were for. “Hey, anytime.” Stiles answered in the same soft voice. They both nearly always used humor and snark as a veneer for waters that ran deep; that was peeled back in this moment.
Stiles nodded, looking at a Iron Man magnet he kept on the fridge absently. “You talk to him if, and only if you feel like it.” Stiles shrugged, “I’m of the opinion that you should put you first for a while. When you think it’s time, then worry about it. Until then? You do you, and as long as you come visit ole Stiles now and then I’ll be happy.”
Stiles sighed, pulling himself to his feet and extending a hand towards Tommy. “You wanna crash here tonight? We should probably get off the kitchen floor in any case.”
Sometimes, he had trouble remembering why he did what he did. Why did he try so hard to save people when all they did was being ungrateful? But when he hung out with Stiles, or with Molly or one of his other friends. He wanted to keep them safe. He wanted to make sure there could be moments like these. And if he had to suffer knife wounds for it...then it would be worth it.
"Heh, don't worry, I can't deprive you of the presence of my pretty face, right?" He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to confront Billy or not. Tommy had been trying to ignore the matter, focusing on his self-appointed duties as Speed instead. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about it. Did he want this? Did he want to bump into Billy? He couldn't run forever. Logically, he knew that. But for how much longer did he want to run?
Stiles offer took him off guard and his eyes shot open again. He debated staying over. On one hand, he didn't want to be seen as weak(er than he had already shown himself to be) but on the other hand, it was Stiles. "Probably, yeah" he agreed. "Let's do that then." He carefully put a hand against the cold floor, trying to raise himself to his knees. "Do you have something to wear for me? Sleeping in spandex is awful."
Count My Sins || John & Tommy
John raised an eyebrow, grinning slightly. “I doubt it,” he muttered, but he didn’t know Tommy. He was trying to say the nice thing, anyway. But John knew that some people were pretty much good for one thing. For him, it was conning, anyway. He also knew, of course, that there was a way to fix that. He tried to read Tommy’s face, but it was difficult. He was certainly thinking the question through though, that much was certain. John could tell that this kid had seen a lot. He’d dealt with a lot more than a normal kid his age probably. Yeah, can’t imagine what that’s like, he thought bitterly. Something had caused it, probably more than just being a superhuman, and John felt suddenly sympathetic.
He grinned back at him and nodded. “That’s…” He stopped and sighed, looking down as he tried to think of the right word. He was calmer than he’d been in a long time. “That’s…” His grin faded and he nodded again, biting at his lip. “That’s great. Really…” His mind filled in the blank with a thousand other words that could have been used.
John chuckled back at him though, shrugging. “You all call everything foreign ‘alien’ but really… Humans are pretty damn alien. They’re an invasive species when they start leaving Earth, and suddenly…” he lowered his voice a bit, a glint in his eye. “Suddenly humans realise just how tiny they are. They realise that they’re not the dominant species and—wow! What a big shocker that one is. They can’t continue with their pointless expansionist ideas! Ha!” John leaned back, crossing his arms. “History lessons were my favourite… when I was still in school. I think most of my history I learnt from other people,” he admitted, chuckling.
He searched Tommy’s face again, his grin growing as he watched the excitement play out. Suddenly, he jumped up and looked around, holding his hand out. “We can go right now if you want. Anywhere you want. Any time. I’ll get us back here and it’ll be like we never left. Gotta go back outside though. Can’t open a rift with so many potential people watching. C’mon.” He chuckled, and practically skipped outside.
"I know myself well enough that I know that I've got only one useful skill. The only good thing about me is my mutation." Wasn't that why they'd gotten their hands on him in the first place anyway? Because of his mutation? It hadn't mattered that Tommy Shepherd had been a human being. Not when there had been nobody to miss him --not his parents, not the kids in his class or the teacher who only saw him as a bother. And after that it had been exactly the same. The Young Avengers, had they seen him as a person or an asset? Sometimes the speedster doubted. Maybe they had started out as seeing him as just his power, and had seen him as a person in the end. He didn't know. And it wasn't like he could ask now.
He shoved the dark thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on John's words. "Sounds just about right" he said with a nod. "I guess we're a bit like ants, in a way." He rolled his eyes. "I think history's the most boring. Why do we pay so much attention to the past when it's the future we gotta look forward too? I don't care about how bad rights were in the past, I want to focus on making them better in the future." He chuckled bitterly. "Then again, I just hate school. Never could focus for long enough to be a model student." It wasn't school he hated, it was more the fact that the teachers were so slow. The other kids were so slow. He had to actively focus to just stay still for an entire hour of class, and it didn't leave any space in his mind to focus on class as well.
Tommy's eyes widened. "Are you-- really?" That sounded great. An entire new place to explore; something else than Earth and the countries he'd visited. He jumped to his feet, at the door before John had the chance to turn around. "What are we waiting for? C'monc'monc'mon" he said, slurring the word in excitement as he started babbling at high speed.
Warriors || Thor and Tommy
The shining Asgardian strode forward, the sunlight gleaming off his armor, blinding, his hair brighter than the metal. His eyes flashed sharp, his movements quick and strong, like pale lightning snapping in a winter storm, his hand tightening on Mjolnir, his lip raising in a soft sound of challenge. His powerful chest was heaving, delineated by the complicated metalwork, his entire manner tense and dangerous, his soft wheat-light standing lightly in the buzzing static that filled the air. His eyes took in the situation at a glance—-although the great Aesir prince was no quick study in most academic arts, not for lack of ability but for lack of interest—-he was a military prodigy from seemly birth, a general and commander of armies, notable for facing impossible odds and terrifying foes for the sport of it.
He played at that sport no longer, did not relish in blood-lust, but that did not erase his skill. His team-mates often good-naturedly ribbed him about his slowness at adopting Midgardian custom, his largeness of frame and deliberateness of speech belied a keen mind in war strategy, and no one could belie his skill. Light eyes focused in. Two foes. They seemed to display unusual speed, unusual cunning, and tension coiled into the powerful shoulders, watching as the boy vaulted himself over them. A fighter then, of great ability, either not from Midgard or possessing incredible abilities like the Man of Stars. He recognized his fighting easily as a defensive style, one that would work for a time, but not forever. What the foes lacked in speed, they made up for in sheer doggedness.
His brows set, a menacing storm rumbling in the distance, a sheaf of lightning, jagged, startling, ripping apart the rapidly darkening sky. The eyes of the thunder god were equally as dark, and he turned to Tommy as he spoke, most of his attention still on the threat. He checked him quickly for injury, and finding none, relaxed slightly, going to stand by his side, clapping a large and battle-scarred hand to his shoulder. “You have heard the Midgardian youth,” the deep voice rumbled, “he has gained me as an ally. I have no quarrel with your people, whoever they must be. But you will stand down. Stand down, and no one need die today.” His voice was full of authority, and the thunder rumbled in quiet threat overhead, his weapon close at hand.
As the young man was thrown into the wall, Thor launched himself into the fight, instantly, having waited long enough. His hammer sparked with electricity, and racing forward, he swung, sending one crashing hard into the wall, deep within it, sending plaster raining down, prone for a moment. As the other rushed him, he turned the hammer easily in his grip like a natural, deadly extension of his arm, striking him with a sickening crack in the jaw, a blow that would have killed any other man. He watched, stiffening, wide-eyed as he watched the wound heal before his eyes. Magics, similar to what Loki used? Seidr? What?
His mind was racing and he barely side-stepped a blow, taking the man’s arm, twisting it to his chest and throwing him effortlessly to join his partner, who was rising. “By me, young warrior,” Thor shouted to Tommy, readying himself for the next charge. He did not tell him to stand behind him, did not offer to protect him, seeing his skill. He asked him instead in respect to fight by his side.
“We shall face them together.”
"Fuck" he breathed, staring at the God of Thunder struck one of the foes down, his stomach churning. The crack was sickening and it made him want to puke. Superhero he might be, but he would never get used to the sounds of impending death, regardless whether the one dying would be hero or villain. Tommy didn't like death at all. It was too permanent, and as an ever-moving and ever-changing speedster he didn't like permanent things.
That, and he still kept to Kate's words of Young Avengers don't kill.
His shock turned into something close to fear when he saw them rise. That wasn't-- that wasn't supposed to be possible, was it now? Unless they weren't human. He should've guessed that, really.
He was distracted for a moment, just simply staring in awe of the thunder god as Thor smoothly threw them into the wall. At least now he knew that they were practically indestructible; he could let go a little. Thor's shout pulled him out of his reverie and a grin split out over his face.
Young warrior. Nobody had ever called him that before. Nobody had called him anything that came close to it; they stuck to Speed, or to Tommy. Team sociopath, once --and boy, did that still hurt-- but never, never something positive. Having nobody less than Thor, one of the actual Avengers and the God of Thunder, call him that made him feel all tingly and happy in a way that was rare.
The pale-haired mutant was aware of the almost(!) goofy smile as he made his way to Thor's side, racing around the creatures before he came to a halt, turning on his heel with a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye. His body was aching slightly from the impact and using his mutation didn't make him feel better but he assumed his body would soon take care of it. The aches didn't hinder him enough to stop anyway.
"Any idea what to do?" Tommy asked softly so that their enemies couldn't hear, brushing some dust and sweat from his face. "Any idea what they are?" the mutant added with a little hesitation. "Because I don't. Other than the fact that they are creepy."
Wrong Place, Wrong Time
Arthur chuckled and rolled his eyes before crouching down as the golden furball trotted towards him and sat down. “Ah but the bank robbers didn’t have such a cute face, did they?” He asked, making the noise that most people end up doing making at babies and animals alike.
"Do I really have to question what you mean by spiritually because you’ve never been a real spiritual person." He stood and picked up the two mugs, offering one to Tommy,"Sounds like your life got…adventurous. I’m suprised you stuck to the city." He smiled slightly and shrugged,"Ah, see nothing exciting. I went to boarding school and now I’m in college here. One of my best friends and I are sharing it. His name is Gwaine. I’d introduce you if he was here but I guess he’s out doing something or another. What about you? Best friends? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?"
"Can't tell you, I'm not the gay twin" Tommy told him. "Personally I think this one here has the cutest face." He took the mug from Arthur and sat down on the couch, making himself comfortable.
He chuckled. "It's complicated. The Shepherds are not my parents? But they are? It's long story." And he wasn't quite ready to divulge it just yet. Not when it involved Magneto. The mutant shrugged. "I just crash here. It's not really sticking around when you can run to any city in a few seconds."
Tommy rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his tea as he listened to Arthur. "You became so boring" he teased. "School, school, school. Is your friend Gwaine like that too or is he more fun?" He pursed his lips. "Superhero team and magical twin brother" he offered. "And two best friends."
We're Gonna Be Friends // Tommy and Jack
While the thought might have been soothing, Jack had seen enough dog like creatures in his life to know that this was not one of them. “Definitely not a dog.” He examined as it eyed them. It wasn’t acting like a pet. “Dog would mean domestic. Or animalish. This thing seems to be just fine functioning on its own.”
Jack turned to the kid, an eyebrow raised in the air. “Your friend had a dinosaur from the future.” He was nearing the point of asking this kid if he was actually from around here when he finally heard a sound coming from their alien friend. His eyes widened slightly. Alright, time for the plane.
Quickly he watched the alien turn its attention on the kid, and regret started to wash over Jack. No. Stop. This kid had obviously volunteered to help out. He isn’t gonna get hurt. Not seriously anyway. As the kid ran off in one direction, the alien trampled toward him, almost acting doglike in its attempt at running for the chocolate. He tried to get his attention, mouth the words THROW IT to him, but Jack was sure it would be useless. So he crept, turning a corner with the syringe in his hand, watching the tail thrash mad behind the species. He had one shot and so long as he –
The alien saw him. Shit. It didn’t seem to like the needle in his hand, but it also didn’t seem to be very smart. Trying to escape, the alien ran right for Jack, nearly trampling him, but giving him the opportunity to reach up and press the needle clear into its bloodstream. As it ran for the door it tumbled and fell to the ground.
"That didn't go as planned" Tommy said first thing as the creature crumpled to the floor. He wiped some non-existent sweat of his brow, curiously coming closer. He put his hands on his hips --a form of dealing with the fact that his uniform didn't have any pockets and woah, maybe his next one totally should because it was awkward to try and stuff his hands in his pocket when he didn't have any.
He knelt closeby, studying it. It was extremely ugly, and it made him wonder where the hell it came from. The mutant wasn't scared of it. He could get out of its way even if it suddenly woke up. "Okay, yeah you're right, definitely not a dog. Even those little naked dogs are prettier. Where'd come from?" He glanced at the man, keeping one eye on the thing in case it did suddenly wake up. He assumed the other would know, as he obviously had something to stop it.
Tommy straightened up less than a second, holding out a spandex-clad hand out to him. "I'm Speed, by the way. Local superhero." Former Young Avenger. It was too recent --even after a year-- to put it that way.
A friend in need is a friend indeed || Stiles and Tommy
Stiles smiled softly and swatted at the air in front of Tommy. The guy wasn’t bad looking at all, in a pointy, kind of pale way. Ruggedly handsome was off the table for both of them, but currently Tommy looked like ‘bloody waif’ and it wasn’t the most flattering look Stiles had ever seen on the speedster. “You are the picture of manliness. Girls swoon when you run past, and that’s just from your musk. They can’t even see more than an overly handsome blur.” He snorted and dropped his hands, still feeling a bit weak from the relief.
This was some heavy shit they were discussing now, but Stiles totally knew that feeling. That ‘you’re not wanted’ feeling. It used to hit him a lot, after Scott was first turned and seemed to be meeting all these new people, befriending Isaac, part of this super cool and dangerous supernatural club. It had taken Stiles time to carve out a space for himself. He copied Tommy’s pose and breathed in deeply. “…Yeah man. Yeah I know that feel. But, hey. Here? With me? You’re always wanted; never think that you’re not. Team you and me. Not a great name or whatever, but we’ll work on it.” That’s what friends were for, and Stiles didn’t have all that many. “Yeah, the memorial. Hey, about your brother, Billy, you talked to him at all lately? Or I guess more accurately, do you want to?” Stiles was a big fan of ignoring a problem until it went away, and he could sometimes feel that Tommy shared the trait. “If you don’t feel like talking about blue sparkle magic hands, dat’s coo.”
"You know it" he agreed. "Overly handsome blur, I like that description. I should put that on a card somewhere. Tommy Shepherd, Overly Handsome Blur." He was rambling, and he knew that but he blamed it on the fact that he had had a knife in his back not two ours ago. He deserved the right to ramble.
He smiled, a true and genuine smile that was unlike the grins and smirks. It was great, knowing that for once in his life he was wanted somewhere, not because he was somebody's brother or son but because he had a true, genuine friend who truly and genuinely seemed to care. The feeling was too good for him to even true and argue. "Thanks, man" he said, voice soft and stripped of it's usual confidence. "I couldn't have wished for a better team., Stiles."
He carefully shook his head. "I haven't" he admitted. Part of the mutant knew he couldn't run away from Billy forever. There was going to be a point where he'd have to face him. And if it was up to Tommy, he'd postpone it for several years. "I don't know, I don't...if I have to talk to him I'd like to talk to Billy and not some zombie looking like him, y'know? And I don't know what he's like now."
