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[Okay, so. Post-draft, he's given himself a few days of seclusion and bed-rest (apparently being infected with a zombie virus is exhausting), and even Billy can freely admit to himself that he's been pretty depressed lately, a fact for which he feels no shame considering that depression was well and truly earned. One can only spend so much time fretting, moping, and dwelling on one's own misery for so long, however, and today? He's decided that enough is enough. Billy will be going out today, limping around the village and visiting the people who were on the draft whose fate he's still uncertain of. The ones he can't find or has no reason to actually visit, he'll check with a light location spell, and he'll spend a few hours at Seventh Heaven people-watching out the window while he doodles in a book that Teddy had given him containing a series of patterns (much like this) that resemble inkblogs, and bit by bit Billy's turning them into something like this instead. It's been a tiring week, though, so you could always catch him napping on the table, instead.
At some point he'll attempt to find Peter, and when both a location spell and a teleport fails, he tries to teleport to the apartment he'd been staying at instead, finding it almost completely emptied. All he manages to dig up is a small cartridge that, after a moment of scrutiny, he identifies as a web fluid cartridge. His fanboyish glee at the discovery is tempered by the fact that the empty apartment means one more piece of bad news.
After his visits and window-watching is done, he'll return home to make the announcement, along with one more message-]
Hey out there... just wanted to let his friends know that Peter Parker went home. So... sorry. Yeah.
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...We still on for tomorrow, or do you want to take a break? Because... you know. [Draft. Awfulness all around. He wouldn't blame Loki if he wanted to take a week off.
Later on in the evening he'll be over at Ben's barbeque, if anyone wants to bother him while he's there.]
At some point he'll attempt to find Peter, and when both a location spell and a teleport fails, he tries to teleport to the apartment he'd been staying at instead, finding it almost completely emptied. All he manages to dig up is a small cartridge that, after a moment of scrutiny, he identifies as a web fluid cartridge. His fanboyish glee at the discovery is tempered by the fact that the empty apartment means one more piece of bad news.
After his visits and window-watching is done, he'll return home to make the announcement, along with one more message-]
Hey out there... just wanted to let his friends know that Peter Parker went home. So... sorry. Yeah.
[Locked to Loki]
...We still on for tomorrow, or do you want to take a break? Because... you know. [Draft. Awfulness all around. He wouldn't blame Loki if he wanted to take a week off.
Later on in the evening he'll be over at Ben's barbeque, if anyone wants to bother him while he's there.]
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I usually act as a sniper on missions. Find a secluded spot high up, out of the way. It's my job to remain out of sight. If I'm getting shot at by anyone, then the mission has gone to hell.
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Give yourself some time. I'm sure you'll get used to the "team" thing eventually.
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[Sorry, he can't help being a bit cheeky. It's weird to imagine he and his fellow teenage heroes having more experience with being an Avenger than Hawkeye. Or heck, any of that world's Avengers, apparently.]
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I'll bear that in mind. Should I start calling you sensei when I ask you to impart your great wisdom, oh venerable one?
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Yes. I think I look pretty good with a beard actually.
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[Let no one say he's unwilling to compromise.]
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[He can't really find the words to explain this very important distinction, besides the fact that no one really tells Thor to do anything.]
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Pretty sure he and Cap were my first crushes as a kid. No one can resist a big blond hero.
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[Clint can't resist teasing him gently.]
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[Also Cap being here. That could be awkward.]
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[And neither will he talk about the numerous and brief infatuations of his pre-teen years. There are some things you just don't share with anybody, okay.]
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Point taken. I'll stop teasing.
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Just making sure. People keep telling me my mouth isn't always connected to my brain.
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