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Being left behind sucked beyond all telling -- it was worse than being bullied through high school, worse than being imprisoned in the Negative Zone, worse than watching heroes and friends get hurt, or die. There was a gaping hole in his chest Billy hadn't been prepared for, because reality was hard to grasp until it hit him right in the face.
Kate was gone, as was Nate, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Their huts had a vague, un-lived in feeling that made Billy's stomach turn, and there was absolutely no sign of any of Kate's costume when he went through her stuff. There was nothing Kate left, just things she acquired during her time on the island.
He couldn't even make it all the way back to the compound from her hut, and instead found himself sitting down on a bench in the orchard.
With him were the only two things he could bring himself to take out of Kate's hut: a framed picture of the Avengers, and her nunchuks. Why the nunchuks, he had no idea, other than they made him feel better. Swinging something around on a chain (and that's all he did, Billy had absolutely none of the skills Kate had) made him feel better.
The picture didn't. Not really.
They'd all looked up to the Avengers, and they all had some connection to them. Staring at a picture of the Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, Hawkeye and Captain America on any other day would have made Billy feel a little nostalgic and a lot inspired, but all it did right now was make him homesick. He wanted to be around his own Avengers again, be there to take pictures with Tommy, Kate and Eli, tease Jonas and Cassie, and that didn't even take into account how much he missed Teddy on a daily basis.
Billy set the picture on the bench beside him face down, and did his best not to sulk. He was going to be eighteen in four months and he'd been in superhero prison -- adult superheroes didn't sulk.
No matter how much he wanted to.
Kate was gone, as was Nate, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Their huts had a vague, un-lived in feeling that made Billy's stomach turn, and there was absolutely no sign of any of Kate's costume when he went through her stuff. There was nothing Kate left, just things she acquired during her time on the island.
He couldn't even make it all the way back to the compound from her hut, and instead found himself sitting down on a bench in the orchard.
With him were the only two things he could bring himself to take out of Kate's hut: a framed picture of the Avengers, and her nunchuks. Why the nunchuks, he had no idea, other than they made him feel better. Swinging something around on a chain (and that's all he did, Billy had absolutely none of the skills Kate had) made him feel better.
The picture didn't. Not really.
They'd all looked up to the Avengers, and they all had some connection to them. Staring at a picture of the Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, Hawkeye and Captain America on any other day would have made Billy feel a little nostalgic and a lot inspired, but all it did right now was make him homesick. He wanted to be around his own Avengers again, be there to take pictures with Tommy, Kate and Eli, tease Jonas and Cassie, and that didn't even take into account how much he missed Teddy on a daily basis.
Billy set the picture on the bench beside him face down, and did his best not to sulk. He was going to be eighteen in four months and he'd been in superhero prison -- adult superheroes didn't sulk.
No matter how much he wanted to.