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[Okay, so. Several things need to be dealt with here, one way or another. First being the fact that he has a facetwin hanging around who is pretty damn hard to explain, though Tommy being more or less okay with the "brother" title helps with that. Second is that he knows the truth about his heritage now, which is, in short, a huge weight off his shoulders. Third is that his strength is mostly back in his arm as long as he doesn't bend or twist it in a way that stresses his brace too much, which admittedly doesn't mean much, but it does mean that he's able to finish the sketches he'd promised to Pepper's art gallery.

Thus, since it's so warm and dry today, he'll be heading out to deliver a set of hefty-sized rolled sheets of drawing paper to Pepper's art gallery, and then to swing by Tony's house to catch up on some work and maybe fill his... sort-of employer in on the recent developments. Mainly the kid with Billy's face who is probably going to hate him for a while. Tommy's not as keen to forgive as some people.

His last stop will be the plaza, armed with a miniature sketchbook, and props himself up against the side of the fountain to draw whatever comes his way. Occasionally he might have to stop and give his hand a frustrated shake, but hey, there's no physiotherapy like a good work-out, right?

At some point while he's out, though, he'll be doing what he told himself he'd get done: a journal entry that is better late than never.]

[Voice, locked from Tommy]

Hey, it's Billy. Just wanted to get it out there that if you see anybody with my face - or hear my voice, I guess - that's Tommy, my... brother. Kind of. It's complicated. He might be a bit tough to deal with sometimes, but he's not a bad guy, so just try to put up with him, if you can. He could use some friends.

[....]

Just don't let this get back to him, I'd never hear the end of it.

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The one that mentioned Wiccan? [Yeah, he noticed it, and ultimately glossed over it. Hey, it wasn't really pertinent to him.] A friend of yours?

[Oi. OI. HE'S TALKIN' AT YOU.]

I'm serious!

[...Buh. How...]

One difference being I'm not a mind reader.

[Or a stalker. That could be a thing.]

Sort of. More like a long-lost twin brother.

[Might as well be up front about it.]

Yes! [She's a bit excited for this, honestly. She props the canvas against the wall, and makes her way over to Billy.] I am definitely taking submissions. Let me see them.

... with your face? And your voice? [ Actual siblings are like that? ] Are you two, um, twins?

[...found Wanda.

Rogue remembered their conversation, when she'd found out who Billy was.

"I met her once... the Scarlet Witch, I mean. Before I knew who she was. Before I knew who I was."

But she hadn't known Wanda had been missing. Looking back on it, it makes sense - why he'd only met her once. But...

"We found Mom."

And there's that pang that every adopted child feels, that sort of aching hollow rush inside, of pain, and longing, and confusion and - who am I? - and - why did you go? - that suddenly floods her heart until Rogue blinked it away.

She's Rogue. That's all. That's got to be enough, despite what her psyches shriek.

But the echoes of that pain make her eyes limpid and her tone soft when she responds.]

Oh wow. That's huge, Billy.

I'm not a mind reader.

[Cue more staring.]

Yet. Merely an observer. A spectator, if you will.

[...Oh wait, is he actually being serious?]

...You're serious? You're serious. Long-lost twin brother. Seriously.

I hope your expectations aren't too high. They're just pencil sketches.

[His tone is more playful than self-deprecating for once, though, and he unravels the papers to offer them out one by one. There's three in total: the first is a cityscape featuring Avengers Tower, since Tony had mentioned that the mansion didn't exist, the second is a group image of as many of the Avengers as he could fit on the sheet (amounting to like 25 heroes, it's very crowded), and the third is a scenic image of the upper part of the mountains, as if seen from above, the beach and the ocean stretching out below and a tiny winged figure standing on the very peak.

He looks oddly proud of the third one, even though it's the most roughly drawn of the three.]

No kidding. [She doesn't have to tell him twice. He glances up at her, lips pursing.] Apparently she had amnesia, couldn't remember anything about her powers or the Avengers or having a family, but we managed to get her memory back, and- confirmed it. That she was really our mom. It's a huge relief... I didn't think we'd ever know for sure.

[It should be good news. He's happy, really, genuinely happy to know the truth about his family, his history.

So why does it make him feel so pensive, too?]

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[Wow, could he possibly get more cryptic.]

You do know how creepy you sound right now, don't you?

[Juuuust want to confirm that.]

Seriously. [Though he can't blame Tony for being skeptical. He can hardly believe it himself sometimes.] A year ago I didn't even know he existed.

Yeah, I get that a lot.

I read your comic books.

[He's still missing the part why this is important to him. Unless Billy just wants to detail him on his personal life now.] And? Is he going to become our chauffeur, or what?

[OR MAYBE HE JUST WANTED TO CONFIDE IN YOU OR SOMETHING okay no. He knows better.]

He's my brother. Which means he's from my universe. [You know, where you're a dick and everyone kind of hates you right now.] I thought I'd give you fair warning, I guess.

[His-

Oh god his comic books.]

Tell me you wore gloves.

[Wait.]

Did you break into my apartment!?

Well, I'm glad I was able to do something. She seemed like she needed it.

I know I said it before, but I'm Billy. It's nice to meet you.

[Nice. Nice. Freaking understatement.]

Uh, more or less? Like I said, it's complicated.

[Normally, Sakura wouldn't really care about a message like this. But when she arrived, someone talked to her about friends...and she has a feeling a friend of hers would react the same way Billy is if she saw someone in need.]

What kind of person is your brother?

It could be some kind of brotherly conspiracy.

[Logan becomes aware that there's a familiar teen sketching while Logan is walking out of the grocery with a bag full of food. Manly food. Like beef jerky. The kind of stuff the ladies at home wouldn't pick up.

Yeah. Not gonna happen.]

Don't get any ideas, kid.

[Same face and same voice?] Are you guys twins?

[The same Pietro that used to seem to have a strange, completely unprovoked rivalry with her nephew, that Pietro?

Ah, of course not, different universes, right.]

Not exactly the same, surely. The Pietro Maximoff I know is not much older than yourself, I believe.

Listen William, I said I'd show a pretty girl a good time. What I do beyond that doesn't concern you.

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