Six months. Six months of nightmares, of panic. Of terror and fury. Six months of tearing buildings, towns, cities and states apart and finding nothing. Six months of clinging to hope only for fate to snuff it from his fingers ever. Single. Time. Six months of wondering if he was ever going to see his husband again, if they were already too late because Teddy swore he would know the moment Billy died. But he hadn’t Billy couldn’t be dead. He was alive somewhere and Teddy didn’t care how many rules and laws he broke or how many government facilities he tore down, he was going to find his husband.
In all honesty, he should have known. After all the best place to hide your prey is right beneath their rescuer’s nose. Six months, and Billy had been less then 100 miles from the tower. Tony’s words were nothing more than sounds echoing off metal walls. Steve’s hands were only hindrances that were slowing him down and he was way too pissed off to worry about hurting anyone. S.H.I.E.L.D. told him to wait for their mark, Hulking told them to fuck themselves.
He didn’t care if it broke protocol or if it endagered the mission. He was finding Billy before anyone else did. And god help the people who got in his way.
Part of him didn’t want to see, didn’t want his nightmares to be confirmed as reality. But the deeper into the facility he went, the more faces he wore because a silent approach was always faster and easier than an explosive one, the more he realized that his nightmares were indeed real. And Billy had been trapped in this hell for a long, agonizing 180 days. But nothing, not even his most grueling nightmare could prepare him for what the reality was.
"Oh God…." He wasted no time locking the room before running to where Billy was suspended above the floor. His hands were hidden by cuffs that completely encased them, a visor of metal that covered his eyes. Hundreds of wires were embedded in his skin, and Teddy wanted nothing more than to rip them out.
Billy was too high off the ground for Teddy to reach, and after taking another five agonizng minutes to figure out the computer system, he was able to lower Billy enough to where his bare feet brushed the ground.
"Billy….Bee it’s me, it’s ok. I’m here. I found you." His hands were shaking with the effort to be as gentle as he could, to make sure that Billy felt no more pain than he absolutely had to. Seconds felt like hours, Minutes days as he slowly pulled out the tubes and needles one by one. Tony said that he would have a ten minute window once Teddy got into the room before the security system overrode the cameras and the alarm sounded. That was seven minutes ago. He pulled the visor off so Billy could see, hating how pale he was, hating even more how much weight he had lost when Teddy was finally able to lift him up. One minute left.
"Don’t worry, Bee. I’m getting you out of here. You’re going home."
[ Pushes back from the table. ]
God, fanfic writers are strange folk.
[ He’s just… laughing. Laughing his little butt off.
Because it’s fanfic in which the person is convinced that when Hulkling isn’t Hulked out, Hulkling is in fact a girl.]
[ Squeaks and covers his face ]
Did they have to describe his size in excruciating detail??
[ He’s bright red, staring at the computer screen. A friend of his from a message board sent this over. They couldn’t have known it was him they were talking about—the characters are only ever referred to as ‘Wiccan’ and ‘Speed’ and it’s clear this person has no idea they’re actually twins, but…
Holy shit are they in character otherwise. ]
I— Holy crap this is— [ Calmly closes laptop lid. ]
I need a drink.
SHANTA I READ THE THIGN
SHANTA HOW COULD YOU
THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED TO WAKE UP TO
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