I think Billy would be very passive about bullying and tolerate it to a point after what he had to deal with
He will raeg on anyone who picks on his adorable Billy.
Tho he would know to have cut the Hulk strenght and just trash them normally 8D
While my scenario doesn’t exactly match this, I wrote a fic. :> It’s longer than I intended, but … HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIIIIIEEEEE~ ♥ You’re such an awesome person, and I hope you have (and keep having) a fantastic day. ♥♥♥
Teddy sped up a little as he moved through the crowd, impatient. He really, really hated being late- but then, how was he supposed to say “No, Mrs. Campbell, I don’t want your cookies and I don’t want to hear about your granddaughter” when he and said homeroom teacher had had such a comfortable relationship for this long? After all the times she had let him out of class early or had been there to supply him with good advice or a little gossip, there was no way he could just brush her off as she had come toward him with that plate of cookies. Homecoming always meant baked goods at his high school, so he really should’ve seen this coming.
Either way, Mrs. Campbell had slowed him down, and now he was late. The thing was, he was normally never late because his school got out ten minutes earlier than Billy’s. This change bothered him, made him aggravated, tempted him to shift into something slightly larger and push his way through the crowd. Or, for that matter, fly above it.
But that was just silly, because there was the school now, and Billy would be waiting at the front gate, and Teddy couldn’t wait because he had pre-bought tickets for the movie Billy had been talking about for weeks-
And just as quickly as it had appeared, the smile slid from Teddy’s face. Because there was Billy, right at the front gate.
But he wasn’t alone. Because he had chosen the worst possible day to be late.
Billy look impossibly small compared to the kids around him, all hulking sports guys who immediately reminded Teddy of Greg. Dressed right up for Homecoming, it looked like they had been in the process of heading to a party. But here they were, having their own party. They crowded around Billy, pushing him around like a ragdoll and laughing like it was the funniest damn thing in the world.
Things got very quiet for Teddy, apart from the sight and sounds of that group. He could hear the scrape of Billy’s sneakers against the concrete as he stumbled, holding tightly to his backpack- it was still patched from the last time they’d caught him like this and ripped off one of the straps. There were already a few bruises rising faintly from his knees, just visible under the long shorts, from where they’d knocked him down. But he must’ve just gotten up again, because that’s what he did. That’s what he always did.
And that guy, that laughing, ugly bastard with the rough voice at the back of the crowd who took particular pleasure in yanking at Billy’s hair or arm whenever he came toward him. He could already see pale fingerprint bruises rising on Billy’s forearm when the hem of his sleeve moved aside for a moment. The vigor he gave to the slurs he was shouting was matched only by the energy he gave to shoving Billy until he hit the ground again.
The little voice in the back of his head (which sounded quite a lot like his mother) whispered “He’s only human.” And he knew that. He really did. But in the instant it took for him to drop his bag and cross the short distance between where he was standing and where the others were, a million scenarios flashed in front of his eyes. Grabbing Kessler by the head and whacking his head hard into the nearby bench was one possibility- that, or impaling him with the ends of his wings when he transformed- or maybe just throwing him from the school’s highest floor and watching him fall.
Instead, he just full-body slammed past the guy keeping him away from Kessler and hit him as hard as he could. Well, not as hard. Only with human strength. But with his momentum, it was enough to send both of them flying- and, as he fell past Billy and gets a glimpse of his face, Teddy only got more angry. Because now he could see the bruise on Billy’s cheek that had been hidden by his bangs and angle of his head before.
The guy was tough, he had to give him that. He actually almost threw Teddy off as they hit the ground, but Teddy got in a few good hits before the rest of the crew was on him, yanking him to his feet. One well-aimed punch drove the back of one earring into the space behind his ear and left said ear hot and inflated-feeling, but it didn’t matter. Because Kessler was back on his feet and that was all he needed to see.
The rest of the fight went by quickly enough. It wasn’t the same as fighting as Hulkling, for more than one reason. He couldn’t allow his healing factor to kick in. There could be no unleashing his real power here, unless he wanted to get taken in for manslaughter, and he’d had enough of captivity between the Skrull/Kree thing and the War, thanks a bunch. And it was the most frustrating damn thing of his life, because there was nothing he’d like to do more than wipe the memory of their smiles from his mind, wipe away the thought of Billy mutely enduring everything, head down and waiting for it to end. Because they had no damn clue who they were dealing with. They had no right-
“Teddy, don’t!” Billy’s voice cut through the haze of adrenaline, and Teddy that he’d blocked one of Kessler’s punches by grabbing his fist. And was squeezing.
The look Kessler gave him then, that cocky jock attitude mixed with a tinge of fear, made him want to just squeeze the fist in his hand until all the bones broke. Maybe then he’d think twice before using it to harm others. But he couldn’t not while the others were watching. Not while Billy was watching, all wide eyes and apprehensive head-shaking, framed by two men in uniforms who were apparently with the school. Teddy growled and pushed Kessler back, releasing his hands. It wasn’t worth it.
And that was when the fist came out of nowhere, striking his nose with a bright flash and a crunch of pain more heard than felt. Teddy just blinked through blurred eyes, watching that smug grin bloom in Kessler’s face like some kind of rancid flower.
Teddy’s punch, unlike Kessler’s, didn’t just send his opponent back a few steps. It sent him to the ground.
Then Billy’s hands were on his arm, dragging him away, babbling some excuse to the uniformed guys, bringing him to some unseen place where he could chant “IwanttogohomeIwanttogohomeIwanttogohome-“
And then they were in Billy’s room, with all his knickknacks wobbling on their shelves from the air displacement. “Oh my god, T,” said Billy, shoving a towel he’d thrown over the chair from his morning shower at Teddy’s face and pushing him down on the bed. “You’re like a fountain.”
It was only then that Teddy noticed the steady stream coming from his nose, dripping down his nose and onto his thighs with an unpleasant warmth. He pressed the cloth to his nose, spitting a little as some of the blood crept into his mouth and left behind a coppery aftertaste with which he was way too familiar. Billy had disappeared, but came back a moment later with a cold pack. Mrs. Kaplan, ever prepared, kept a stash in the downstairs freezer for her accident-prone son. Who was going to need one after this for the bruise rapidly swelling up the right side of his face.
Billy crouched down, wincing a little (one of the jocks had apparently stepped hard on his foot) and handed the pack up to Teddy. Who refused. Billy just ran a hand through his mussed-up hair and sighed. Teddy knew what was coming, but didn’t want to hear it. Not right now. Not while the bruises were still fresh on Billy’s face and arms, and the memories were clear in his mind.
But it came anyway. “Teddy,” said Billy gently, offering the coldpack again. “We’re the heroes. We’re supposed to be the better person and walk away.”
In spite of himself, Teddy felt a sliver of the anger he’d felt at Kessler and co. turn toward Billy. “Yeah, I could see that was going sensationally for you,” he said, accepting the coldpack but holding it loosely in his lap. The bleeding was stopping, anyway. Here he didn’t have to hide his healing powers. He’d recover shortly.
But Billy wouldn’t, and that’s what made Teddy’s hands tighten around the coldpack until it almost split between his fingers. Because when it happened next, Billy would just do the same thing. He’d just stand there and wait until it was over, because that was how he’d survived until this point. Because despite what had happened when his powers awakened, Kessler and the other still wouldn’t leave him alone. Because even though he could wish them across the world in a moment, he wouldn’t.
And really, he was the better person for it. Teddy knew that. He did. And if he hadn’t been so damn slow today- if he’d just told Mrs. Campbell “Sorry, but I have places to go,” none of this would’ve ever happened. But the fact remained that it did.
“Please don’t fight with me over this, T,” said Billy softly, and Teddy looked down. Not at his bruises, but into those brown eyes which would always be more patient with this sort of thing than his own. Because somewhere along the way, he had learned the price of losing control, and he was all the stronger for it.
But still. “I will never, never walk away from anyone who says or does shit like that to you, Billy,” he said, his voice a soft emphatic growl meant for only them. He looked Billy full in the face again and pressed the coldpack against Billy’s cheek. Despite the gentle touch, the other boy flinched, which just made Teddy feel even worse. But he had to understand. He had to.
“But, Teddy …” A smaller hand covered Teddy’s over the coolness of the pack, desperate for touch, hoping to avoid confrontation.
“What would you if it were me, B?” Teddy asked, looking at him seriously. “What would you do if you saw me in your place?”
There was a long silence, and the hand on his tightened. “I’d kick the shit out of them,” he said quite seriously, and the cool intent in his voice made Teddy remember all over again the damage he could incur if he really wanted to. If Kessler knew that, he’d probably run away screaming. “But it’s different, because it’s you.”
“Pffft, you hypocrite. It isn’t different at all.” Teddy scooted over and helped Billy up onto the bed. They mutually inspected one another’s injuries, while Billy magicked the blood out of the carpet. Mrs. Kaplan let them room together on the condition that the room be kept clean, and bloodstained carpet didn’t fit that criteria.
Teddy brushed a thumb across Billy’s lips, watching them swell up almost in front of his eyes from a hit that had landed right on his mouth. Billy, apparently seeing the lines of his face grow angry again, pulled Teddy down onto the bed.
And just as they reached a comfortable cuddle position, Teddy remembered something. “Oh, crap,” he said with a groan, reluctant to get up.
“My bag. I dropped it at the school.”
There was a sigh, a muttered spell, and the bag appeared on the floor on the other side of the room. Teddy couldn’t make himself get up and go see if the tickets were still in there- but if they were, he still planned on going. Because, regardless of the Kesslers of the world, he was still going to go out on a date with his boyfriend. Well, if said boyfriend was up to it, anyway.
Because every day with Billy was something to cherish. And while he would try very, very hard not to get into any more direct fights, anyone who came between him and Billy would learn the hard way that he wasn’t going to let the most important guy in his life get hurt. Which meant no more mistakes on his part.
And, he thought as he drew Billy closer, mindful of his bruises, no more being late.
(AND THEN TEDDY GOT TOMMY TO TIE KESSLER AND CO’S SHOELACES TOGETHER FOR THE REST OF THE SCHOOLYEAR AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END.)
OMG, It’s so perfect! This is EXACTLY…EXAAACTLY how I had pictured this entire scenario. You just took it rigt from my mind ;w;
Mannn you just write them so ooooo adorably and Billy *cuddles forever* GOD SO CUTE!!! hrnnnnggg