And next thing he knew he'd thrown himself at the head of S.H.I.E.L.D. hugging him tightly round the middle. He didn't care how big an imposing he was. He didn't care that a week ago he'd been scared shitless that the man would hit him anytime he saw him.
His arrival, his scowl, all of it, so perfect and so out of place had been the thing to convince Billy he really truly was going home. It would be okay.