It seemed like the time that the 'Young Avengers' would patrol together was well lost; a childhood game, nostalgic, not real. Here, Stature seemed to morph to fit three lives that didn't fit her old friends, and lived them all up in that unattainable tower that Agent Altman squinted up at every day before slinking into the less dramatic S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters nestled against it. It was easy to forget once inside, S.H.I.E.L.D. was just as much of a dream as the Avengers were, but it was a very different one. Speed had run away, a hunted man once more, maybe just his natural state of being. He didn't seem to realize that his friends would run with him if he would ask, but maybe that was his natural state, too. Maybe that was why Teddy didn't understand him. Patriot, Hawkeye and the Vision didn't even seem to exist here. Not as far as anyone could tell. Maybe they had found their own way back, or were never here at all.
That left Billy. The only one that hadn't made himself a new life, grown out of the Young Avengers, as it were. Teddy wasn't certain if it was because he still clung to going 'home', or if he really realized the value of the team better than any of them and wouldn't dig up those roots to put down new ones. It tinged Teddy with a certain shame, though, when he finally walked out of his dream at the end of the day, looked up again at the one he hadn't achieved, and left them both behind to wonder about other things on his way back home.
So he wondered about patrol. He wondered at how he hadn't really felt anything like it since the war, and it became harder and harder to go out. He wondered how to tell Billy he was sorry, and how he could tell him he missed the team, and how he couldn't. His uniform had finally been adapted to accommodate his change, so when Teddy slipped into an alley he came out without any fuss or embarrassment as Hulkling at the other side, a great beat of his wings launching him into the air to start his...it wasn't really a patrol. He wasn't really the attentive eagle-eye on the team. It didn't really have the same feeling anyway. It was nice to fly, though, whatever he was doing. And spot something quite irregular hanging from a pole.
She clung daintily like a bat with her hair draping below her, and he alighted with a skipping step to crouch on the edge of the roof with his wings folded like a gargoyle some feet above where she hung sentinel, leaning carefully and reaching over into the air like he meant to test it for further exploration. He wasn't sure if he expected friend or foe from the strange presentation, but he certainly didn't expect to come to breath, "Woah." That was unmistakably Spider-Woman. This must have been a small universe.