"Be calm," was what Teddy offered first, trying to soothe before Billy strained his voice to breaking point and he couldn't relay what information Teddy needed at all, never mind help the people in this chaos he couldn't properly explain. He was hunched over then, cradling the phone like it was precious, totally unaware of his S.H.I.E.L.D. alien-volcano field team's curious glances as he murmured to his boyfriend. Could he even be Wiccan with a sore throat?
"I'm still in Iceland," he noted, just for notes' sake, because both of them already knew this and knew that even if he could get to New York and find Billy in the maze of subway tunnels, it wouldn't be for some hours. Even emergency services didn't have the capacity to respond-- Teddy didn't realize New York had gotten so bad so quickly. Iceland seemed pretty serene, under the circumstances, despite their entire airspace being a no-fly zone. It was hard to imagine 911 not taking calls. "We're in contact with Director Fury." He wouldn't hang up on them, would he? "Don't worry, I'll get someone there." He took a deep breath and tried to exhale the black worry that clouded his lungs. Stay positive. Whatever happened, Billy was a hero, and he would help everyone he could.