[center][b]William "Billy" Kaplan Wiccan Holy Smokes Batman![/b][/center] "Huh, yeah," Wiccan nodded, "I guess so." But, maybe Roy wasn't just hot headed. Wiccan frowned at his sudden outburst and the spilling of some juicy secrets. It wasn't too much of an issue for him, especially since he understood that they were still kids and being an actual superhero, doing things like stopping Doomsday or Apocalypse from consuming the entire world was far above their league—and pay grade. Billy just wondered why they kept it a secret. Why not just come clean to 'em? That was the ultimate reason he frowned, but aside from that all he could do was nod in understanding. Roy just reacted to things with a little more emotion and bravado than most of the others and he could see the realization twisting on Bucky's face, but from where Billy sat, he seemed to realize and understand the situation better than Roy. To Billy, it only strengthened his self-conscious feelings about himself, though it didn't show on his face. Of course he wasn't worthy of seeing the actual League base and he might never be. "Well," Billy spoke up, looking around nervously, "The only issue I can see here is lying to our faces. But, hey, we [i]are[/i] still kids. I heard Red Arrow's voice crack just a second ago!" Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a violent buzzing in his pant's pocket. Who could have been calling him at such an important time? Oh, maybe his parents saw the news that afternoon. And maybe they were going to reprimand him, disown him or... or something. Billy could only swallow the lump forming in his throat as he jumped up and found a quiet place in the corner of the room. He didn't want to leave completely, especially when he... kinda enjoyed the drama currently happening. Billy looked down at his phone and let out a huge sigh of relief. And unknown caller and definitely not his parents about to condemn him for being a mutant. "Hello? Who is this and how can I help you?" he mumbled into the receiving end of his touch phone, just realizing he should be slightly perplexed at having been called by a random stranger. How did this person even get his number? Was it... a bad guy? Already? Holy crap... --- [center][b]James Buchanan Barnes Bucky Better Than Nothing At All[/b][/center] The base they were currently standing in wasn't the real one. That kind of made sense. But why keep it a secret? Bucky could only stare at Steve the minute Roy was done accosting him. "I agree with Billy," he finally said, calming slightly, but still disappointed in his Captain, "Why keep it a secret? I'm sure there would only be one person here irked about it. Now it just seems like we're liabilities in Halloween costumes, rather than the children we actually are." His eyes fell onto Red Arrow as he continued his charades. There were way too many secrets being thrown around like they were nothing. How was he, of all people, supposed to adjust to a world that wanted to hide itself from him? Couldn't he have his cake and eat it too, or was that way too much of a hassle? And to think, he really did trust Steve most out of everyone currently alive on the planet. There he went, though, crushing that like it didn't matter. Like he couldn't handle that they were being kept from the real HQ. Billy was right: it was the fact that they kept it a secret from them that was the issue. No one, at least at that moment, seemed to care that they were being put at the kiddy table on Thanksgiving; it was the fact that they were told that the kiddy table was actually the adult table and the the adult table was hidden far, far away from their wondering eyes. Weird analogy, but Bucky wasn't currently at his best. "You know what? I really don't care anymore. If we're liabilities, we're liabilities. Just don't expect much of what you say anymore to hold as much ground as before. I think I speak for everyone when I say that," Bucky threw his hands in the air, directing his words at Steve as he spoke. With that, he left the group to find a nice, quiet place in the supposedly fake headquarters. Maybe to collect his thoughts before they decided to finally give them a mission. At least the building blocked the screaming fans and clicking and flashing cameras that were locked tight outside. Once he found a nice, solitary room, it'd just be him and his thoughts. A very nice change from what just happened to what was went on moments prior.