“Hey! Pick on someone your own size.”
It was a stupid thing to say, especially since the guy was probably twice Billy’s size, but even more especially because his eyes, as well as those of his two companions, were now focused squarely on him instead of the woman they were holding at knifepoint. He even more especially cursed the little twinge of fear that had caused his voice to crack on the ‘hey’ but he stood resolutely, back straight, head held high, obviously striking fear into the hearts of these nefarious ne'er do wells.“Get a load o’ this kid. Thinkin’ he’s some kinda Avenger or somethin’.”
The laughter wasn’t particularly appreciated. In retrospect, the tights were probably a bit much, no matter how much they accentuated his glutes. And the cape, that was just over the top, really. And don’t even talk about the wings attached to the headband that kept slipping down into his eyes. Gawd, this was an ill-prepared idea. But he was in it now and there was no turning back.
“Beat it kid before I smash your face in.”“I’m sorry, Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
He couldn’t but help the snarky slip out with the confidence of one who clearly knew what he was doing and was very much not out of his league. As the assailants turned towards him, surely to just politely ask him again to leave the scene of their violent crime, Billy brought his hands up, a smirk on his face, and the electricity crackled between his fingers, feeling almost warm as a blue light reflected on his face. The sparks danced around his fingers for a moment before an arcing blast of electricity shot forward. It seemed to engulf the leader of this small, would be gang of hoodlums, crackling around his body as he grit his teeth in apparent pain, before he dropped to his knees.“Who’s next?”
But his moment of bravado was cut short as the fellow took a moment to compose himself, shaking off the electric attack, climbed to his feet, and started lumbering towards Billy, their first target all but forgotten. Billy’s smile dropped into a frown but he kept his hands leveled and let off another blast of power. This time, the guy didn’t even go down, but paused in his walking for a moment before shaking it off. Billy didn’t know whether they were mutants or just freakishly strong or if he himself was pulling his punches of what, but he still realized that this situation was not going in his favor. Perhaps stalking the streets at night, looking for trouble, wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to do. You might just find it. God, he wished he was actually doing his homework at Sam’s, like he’d told his parents he was.“Hey man, can’t we talk about this?”
His request went unanswered, except for them to continue forward. Billy backed away slowly, his hands raising in a plea for mercy instead of another attack, but it didn’t seem to matter. He’d pissed off this guy and his friends were closing close in behind him. Kinda made Billy wish he’d at least let Sam know he’d be doing something this stupid. His feet caught on the hem of his own cape (more of a bedspread really), snagging him up and pulling him down to his butt. Unhelpfully, his mind resolved to cut it a bit shorter for next time. If there was a next time. The three assailants advanced on him and he raised his hands to cover his face, whispering as frantically as he could under his breath, “I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help.”
If you want, Thor could have felt a magic compulsion from Billy’s chanting that kinda drew him to the scene or he could have just been passing by