Disclaimer: I do not own Young Avengers or any other characters from Marvel Comics – a girl could dream though...

Summary: Sometimes you have to select your words carefully...they might bite you in the rear later. BTW, this is a two-part story.

Say It Right – Part 2

Billy couldn't believe it...he just had the worst argument ever with his boyfriend. Maybe he overreacted...then again, Teddy didn't really make him feel any better either. But honestly, how does one react to having an older man flirt with a teenage male's boyfriend and hear said boyfriend casually say 'I'm seeing someone'? Simply put, Billy was hurt and wandering the streets of the Lower East Side at night was not helping his disposition. The sad teen continued to walk in the cold air, unconcerned of whatever potential evils lurked within New York's streets at night.

"Well, well, well..." a deep voice sounded behind Billy, scaring the young warlock. He turned around just to be pushed into an alley. "If it isn't the little witch wannabe."He fell onto the dirty ground, then looked up to see who his assailant was.

'Damn it!' Billy thought. Of all the people to jump him it had to be the Dark Wolverine, the same creep who flirted with his boyfriend. Not one for taking things lying down, Billy decided to goad his attacker back. "And if it isn't the decrepit grandpa, luring boys instead of getting on with someone his own age." Judging by the villain's stance, Billy knew he pissed him off. He was expecting the older man to attack, but instead he heard a chuckle.

"Heh," Dark Wolverine leaned towards Billy, invading his personal space. "You got moxie, kid...I like that." He caught scent of Billy. 'Fear and bitchy attitude...never had that combo before.' He mused. "You seem like you'd be good for some entertainment."

Not liking the insinuation of the words, Billy kicked at the Dark Wolverine, his foot making contact with the man's jaw. "Never gonna happen!" Billy scrambled to his feet, his clothes transforming into his Young Avengers uniform. Swirls of energy glowed from his hands, followed by crackling of lightning.

"So, the twink wants a fight..." The villain smirked. He unsheathed his claws. "Like I said before – you'd be good entertainment."

Teddy flew above the night's sky, straining his eyes to locate his boyfriend. 'Stupid! I could I have been so stupid to talk to Billy like that?' Teddy thought. 'I hope he's okay.' While circulating over one neighbourhood, a flash of light and the crackling of lightning caught his attention. 'Wait a minute...' Teddy thought, 'there isn't a cloud in sight and no mention of rain for tonight...oh, no...Billy!' Teddy quickly picked up speed, hoping to help Billy in whatever dangers he was facing.

Billy had never encountered an opponent like this before.

Despite continuously changing his spells to keep the Dark Wolverine away from him, alternating between his selections of range attacks, Dark Wolverine was able to dodge all of them with his acrobatic skills, able to get close to the young warlock and throw some painful punches, likely to cause some bruising yet leaving the scarring to a minimum. This left Billy puzzled; this man had claws that could rip him to shreds, yet the only thing that was left ripped were parts of his uniform; for some peculiar reason, Dark Wolverine would unsheathe his claws when he knew he was going to make direct contact with Billy's skin.

"You know," the villain smirked at the young hero. "Maybe you should make this your new uniform...makes you look – delectable – forget the Hulk wannabe. Obviously things won't work out; he'll continue to do and say whatever to piss you off. It's the facts of life; men say stupid shit all the time. With this new look, you can get anybody."

Billy got fed up of having the villain make passes with him. Conjuring as much energy that he could muster, he exerted a powerful energy wave that propelled Dark Wolverine against a wall and fall by a trash dumpster.

"Now that's what I wanted to see." The Dark Wolverine got up from the concrete ground, wiping a small amount of blood from his cheek when he made contact with the wall. "Looks like you're my type after all...a little young...but definitely my type – losing control and playing rough." Billy tried to perform another spell but was too exhausted. Dark Wolverine took advantage of this, by punching Billy's stomach, forcing the teen to groan in pain and slump to the ground. The air seemed to change around them. The man grabbed the teen by his neck, lifting him off the ground. "Nice try, but not good enough."

"Wiccan!" Shouted a voice from the sky. Before Dark Wolverine could try anything, Teddy descended towards him, fury evident in his features. He knocked the villain away from his boyfriend, grabbing him by his neck, flew up and punched the Dark Wolverine towards the night sky. Teddy returned to the alley and ran towards Billy, who was kneeling on the ground and gasping for breath. The muscular teen held the smaller teen tight in his arms, trying to comfort him after the brutal fight he had. "Are you alright?" The alien-hybrid asked the warlock.

"I've been better." Billy whispered. "Mainly exhausted."

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier." Teddy apologised. He buried his face into the dark locks of his boyfriend. "I love you." He whispered, shaken by mix emotions, realising how close he was to losing the most important person in his life.

"I love you too." Came the response. Billy relaxed and snuggled into the warm arms that held him.

"C'mon. I'll take you home." Teddy picked up Billy bridal-style and flew out of the alley.

Unbeknownst to the teens flying away, a tall figure watched them from a rooftop far away, smirking. 'Well, that worked out...no one can say that I don't do anything nice for others.'

End

Author's Note: Finally finished! (Happy dance time! ^.^ )

Yep, that's Dark Wolverine (Daken) on the roof top. The idea was that his fight with Billy would cause Teddy to find him and come to the "rescue". Best way to patch up a relationship is with a rescue attempt...

So sorry for the long update (dang, it's been over a month since I wrote Part 1.); my muses were on strike and finally got back to work. I think I might have to write notes in a note book again whenever I get story ideas, so that I have something to review for inspiration – you know, in case the muses go on strike again...

Reviews and constructive criticism are most appreciated ^.^