Meanwhile~
When this whole strange mistake started, Teddy didn't think he was particularly thankful for anything. Maybe he was thankful for Not Being Dead, or Magneto Being Nice Even Though It Was Creepy, but not really. He wasn't thankful for his boyfriend calling him, hysterical, with a super villain in his bedroom. He was not thankful to be hauled off to another dimension, or to find that all his friends had been, too. He was not thankful for all of the jarring unfamiliarities, and, sometimes, sadly not thankful for all of the things that were so much the same.
When he sat at that table with all of these strange people, an odd assortment to make a family, to be sure, he found himself quietly thanking the Scarlet Witch. He supposed he had been a little thankful to her for some time, for Billy, and even for Tommy on good days (and, to be honest, those really bad days), but not really to her personally. Even if this wasn't the right Scarlet Witch. She still made Billy happy, and she took them in when she really didn't have to, and still tolerated them after all the horrible things that happened. He found himself thankful for this weird world, where heroes weren't forced underground by their fellows, and mutants weren't an endangered species.
And he was thankful for turkey.
By the time he sat in the living room (on a new couch, ouch), he was thankful for more than he had been at these dinners with the Kaplan's. He thought he could never appreciate life as much as he did when invited to that family's full supper table that first time after his mom... But being displaced into a strange world put things into a different perspective again. It was a different kind of loss, and a different kind of gain. So even Nick Fury, making him nervous by virtue of being Nick Fury, couldn't really dampen his pleased grin or the way he held on to Billy's hand or shoulder when he shifted and his feeling of warmth and contentment. It was all right here. Teddy was thankful for that.