That was exactly the kind of train of thought Teddy was trying to avoid voicing. He was looking up at the ceiling again, puffing a breath of air up to the bangs that had gotten just irritatingly too long recently, going noncommittally slack against the couch with his arm boneless in his lap. "Maybe they didn't think attacking the Avengers was as faultlessly brilliant as Tommy did," he suggested, doing his best to keep the conversation from getting too dark. Unless Billy had some brilliant rescue mission brewing in his clever brain, Teddy didn't want to dwell on it.