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specialshera:

kaciart:

So specialshera is writing a story to go along with this.

I’ve been babbling ideas about this for the last 2 nights and she’s taken upon herself the arduous task of ironing my inane musings into something that will be awesome I’m sure

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Young avengers and X-men First class crossover

If someone had told him yesterday that he’d be in this situation right now, Billy would probably have laughed in their face.

But here he was, cradled in Teddy’s arms, face-to-face with the man that would one day become his grandfather. Not to mention another man who could be none other than a very young version of Charles Xavier himself. He’d studied their faces thousands of times, in magazines and newspaper articles and on websites over the internet. Despite the age difference (they couldn’t have been older than their mid to late twenties), and Charles’ hair, and the fact that Magneto was still brunette and everything, there was no question.

It was them.

And he and Teddy were in deep, deep trouble.

Teddy, echoing that sentiment, whispered in his ear. “Think you can zap us out of here?” he asked, keeping an eye on the others. There was no room or fly here- spacious as this hallway was, there was no place among the numerous decorations and paintings to run. And the taller man- the one who would later be known as Magneto- knew it full well. He eyed them coolly and, despite the fact that his arms were folded, Billy knew that any metal in the general area could become Magneto’s weapon in an instant if he so wished.

“It’s alright, my friend. They are only children,” he heard Professor X say to the other man.

“You’re too trusting, Charles,” growled the other, but Billy saw his body language relax, slightly. Very, very slightly.

The professor then turned his gaze to the younger heroes, and held out his hand. “Please, you’re hurt. Let us see to your injuries.” Teddy looked back and forth between him and Billy, obviously looking for some kind of positive answer.

Billy would’ve loved to get them out of there right then, back to where they belonged. But he couldn’t lie to Teddy. “I’m tapped out,” he muttered. It was then that he felt the first gentle intrusion upon his thoughts, and spasmed in Teddy’s arms. The movement only made him remember that, yes, he was actually wounded. In several places. Rather deeply. Doombot’s electric bolts tended to scorch pretty badly, barrier or no barrier, and he let out an involuntary pained gasp. For a moment, he weakened.

But he couldn’t let the Professor in, not even a little, because time travel and crossing paths and all that jazz, and they’d learned the hard way with Nate (ohgod, Nate, why did you have to send us here, of all times and places?!), and with the history between these two and the way it affected everyone and everything, and he just-

He felt the touch on his mind again, and this time it wasn’t so gentle. He could feel his mental barriers bending.

All of his memories of their history were right on the front of his mind.

NO.

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The pressure on his mind, which had peaked to a painful level, ceased as Professor X staggered backward with a gasp. Magneto was by his side in a split second, raising an hand out toward the two. As Teddy tensed for a fight, Billy could’ve sworn that he felt his headband begin to tight and crinkle up like aluminum foil.

“Please,” he cried, and the pressure on both his mind and skull stopped as the Professor grabbed Magneto’s arm. He was looking at Billy with an expression he couldn’t quite place, something between surprise and scrutiny, and it spurred him on.

“Please.” His voice was shaking so badly it didn’t even sound like his, but he needed to say this. Everything depended on it. He felt Teddy’s arms tighten around him, and took comfort in that. “I know you have no reason to trust us, but …”

Here, his voice broke, and the look on Magneto’s- no, Erik’s face- finally changed. He could’ve sworn it softened ever so slightly, and took the chance. He would not have call himself a manipulative person, but this was a situation where a little manipulation was needed. He turned back to Profes- no, Charles- and continued.  “I can’t explain, but … please. Please promise not to read our minds.” He tried raising himself up in Teddy’s arms, but everything started spinning, and his head fell against Teddy’s shoulder with a thump.

He heard footsteps on the wooden floor as the others took a few steps forward. Teddy, in turn, retreated. “Please, I need to get him treated,” he said, and Billy realized anew just how tired his voice sounded. He tilted his head and looked up at Charles, barely a few feet away.

There was a long silence, made longer by Erik’s suspicious glares and the odd, worried thoughtfulness of Charles’ expression, but the answer came soon enough. “I promise not to read your minds,” he said at last, and beckoned them down the hallway. Billy tucked his head under Teddy’s chin, suddenly more tired than he could remember being in his entire life, listening to Charles talk about an infirmity and a room they could stay in later.  But there were no more attempts on his mind, and even the sight of Erik hanging back to take up the rear couldn’t ruin the relief he felt in that. At least they’d managed to keep Charles from figuring out his entire future, for now.

Only … what next?