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TITLE: SS:AOS: The Rise of A’kresh
SERIES: Stiles Stilinski: Agent of SHIELD
RATING: PG-13 (for now)
PAIRING: Stiles/Clint
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: Stiles is back home, everything and nothing is the same.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing Marvel, MTV, etc own everything but the idea to mesh them..
FEEDBACK: Please?
SS:AOS: The Rise of A’kresh 7/?
The hospital is quiet when they get there, it’s always quiet because they’re fairly well contained here. Sometimes they’ll get people through the barriers that are injured in some way, but most of the time those people are super naturals in some way and heal pretty quick after getting into the safe environment.
“Whoa,” Melissa holds up her hands to stop them. “I don’t see anyone bleeding…”
“Isaac dropped off…”
“Agent Barton,” Melissa nods, “Agent Romanoff already vouched for him.”
“I want to see him,” Stiles says, he thinks it’s actually pretty admirable that his voice is as even as it is.
“I don’t think he’s up to being interrogated right now.”
“I just want to see him, I won’t even try and start a conversation with him,” Stiles says, Melissa makes a noise of disbelief and Stiles keeps his face as earnest as possible. Melissa, unfortunately knows him really fucking well, because she rolls her eyes even as she turns to escort them down the hallway.
Natasha is already in the room, leaning against a wall, arms crossed. It’s Clint that Stiles really focuses on though, looking pale and kind of worn in the bed. He looks tired, like most of the people that come through the barriers do. Like they push and push themselves to get to one of the havens and then once they get there they’re so exhausted it takes days upon days to get rested enough to even function.
Stiles has seen pictures of what’s going on outside the havens, A’kresh is using the human population as sacrifices to open portals to the demon underworlds, those things coming out of the portals once he opens them are fed others.
Rayden keeps talking about Kombat and how A’kresh is definitely not operating within the rules set up to govern it, he doesn’t seem to be doing anything about it though. Or maybe he can’t do anything about it, Stiles knows, but he also knows that he’s not sending his dad off to fight in some crazy death match with a bunch of demons either.
Just because he’s already done it once, well that only means that Stiles wasn’t born yet and couldn’t stop him.
“Stiles,” Clint’s eyes are opened just enough that he can apparently see Stiles futzing at the foot of his bed.
He ignores the noise the werewolves and Melissa are making at the door, because the amount of people that he grew up with who know about Clint and who he is to Stiles is Lydia and she’s probably buried nose deep in four books at the Argents.
“Hey, you’re looking a little…”
“I’m okay,” Clint mutters. “Just a flesh wound, it wasn’t even bleeding all that much, not sure why Crawford brought me here.”
Natasha snorts and Clint scowls at her.
“Probably because of the actual blood loss,” Stiles says, he wraps his hands around the bars at the foot of the bed. “And the fact that you were, I don’t know, unconscious when they brought you in.”
“Do we have a plan?” Clint asks. “I really just want to know if we have a plan.”
Stiles clears his throat, flicks his eyes to the group at the door, Derek looks intently focused on the conversation, it’s kind of off putting to be honest. Stiles has had to be really focusing himself on what’s going on here and not what has happened in the past or what might happen in the future.
It’s harder than it should be.
“We have a plan,” Stiles says. “It’s not my plan, I’m not really involved in the execution of it or anything, because A’kresh has been kind of really focused on us, me so…”
“So what? The coven is planning on keeping his focus on here while they, what, try and do something somewhere else?”
“We’re not a coven here, here we’re just sparks and wiccans and…” Stiles shrugs, waves a hand. “We don’t have the kind of strength here that we had over there.”
“Stiles…” Derek says from the door, whether to stop him from saying anything or in confusion that Stiles knows Clint and is conversing with him like an old friend.
“We’re going to merge the realities,” Stiles says. He stares at him, wills Clint to understand.
“You were on the Helicarrier,” Clint says, he holds his hand out and Stiles comes around the bed, links their fingers together and grips tightly.
“I don’t remember a whole lot of what was happening, what we’ve managed to piece together,” him and Crawford and Darla, he’s sure Tony will come up with some pithy name for them if they make it through this without dying. “They’d found symbols to contain a witch, me and we think that there was about to be an attack against me either in the works or happening right then.”
Clint stares at him.
“When it happens, it’ll happen fast, like really fucking fast, like there’s not going to be a whole lot of time to actually come up with a plan there because my pack will be in Beacon Hills, the Avengers were dark on some mission that the Director didn’t tell me about, I’m going to be on the Helicarrier with Crawford and Darla,” Stiles takes a breath, “We, really, really, really need you to remember that we need help.”
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” Clint says, and it sounds like as close to a promise as Stiles is going to get.
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Clint refuses to stay in the hospital which Stiles could have told someone would happen. He can vividly remember Clint showing up in his room on the Helicarrier when he should have been lying in a hospital bed getting the good drugs and sleeping the sleep of the righteous.
He stays with Natasha, wherever she happens to have holed up since his dad would probably have a mild coronary if Stiles insisted he stay with them, not counting what the pack would do.
He still appears at their door each morning, eats breakfast with them and then goes to the Sheriff’s station with them. He joins Derek and Scott against the wall and watches while they focus on the maps.
The maps are their escape route out of Beacon Hills; their ‘just in case whatever the other witches are doing doesn’t work’.
It’s basically just a list of where everyone needs to go, he’s not sending them all together, splitting them up and sending them all in completely opposite directions means that at least some of them have a chance of survival. The group leaders are assigned, typically whichever werewolf is traveling with them, and since Stiles will be the focus of whatever is going to happen (even though he’s not directly involved, which he absolutely hates with every fiber of his being) he has not included himself in those evacuation plans.
If it goes bad wrong, it’s going to burn him out and his barrier with him. He’ll be deader than dead, no bite of a werewolf is going to save him from his spark being snuffed out like that.
Derek and Scott haven’t figured it out yet, he’s fairly sure that Clint has an inkling and Crawford definitely knows.
He hasn’t said anything thankfully. And he might think he’s being sneaky, but Stiles is a Sheriff’s son and has been sneaking out from under his dads nose to do things that his dad would ground him from the rest of eternity for, Crawford isn’t even close to being competition.
Crawford doesn’t affix himself to any of the groups and he can’t draw attention to it without Crawford selling him out.
Bastard.
So Stiles keeps his mouth shut and Crawford keeps his mouth shut and Clint’s frown gets progressively deeper as he moves closer to the table and starts actually looking at their plans.
There’s nothing Stiles can do about it now. The pieces are already in motion.
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“If this works…” Rayden starts, John looks over at him.
Liu is leaning in the doorway and looking expectant, John already knows what he’s going to say.
“You’re going to call for Mortal Kombat,” he says, it’s no less than he expected. He’s not sure who Rayden has in the pipeline for the fights, they could probably still kick a whole bunch of demonic ass if it came down to it. But neither he or Liu are as young as they used to be.
The spirits willing, but the body might give up the ghost.
They would both go if it came to it. Stiles might put up a fight, but John thinks that Stiles is reaching his capacity for what he can worry about at one time. He might be able to slip it by him.
“Don’t give me that look, I’ve got fighters in reserve,” Rayden says without looking at him. “Besides the fact that I think that if I were to call you to Kombat that your son might actually figure out a way to kill me.”
John smirks, just a little and hidden by his hand and the fact that Rayden isn’t looking directly at him.
“I’ll call for Kombat, and A’kresh, depending on how badly he wants to stay in this world will be honor bound to observe the formalities. He normally would have amassed his own fighters I’m sure, but for the sake of this realm and all the ones linked to it I’ll operate under the assumption that he’s really as bad at strategic planning as he seems to be.”
John raises an eyebrow at him.
“He had your son in his grasp, and instead of killing him and ending his opposition he allowed him a glimpse of another world that he’d yet to put a secure foothold in and thereby gave him the tools by which to destroy him,” Rayden shrugs. “It’s almost as if he wants to commit suicide by teenage angst, and if he doesn’t he’s certainly making a decent appearance of it.”
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Crawford’s making notes in a little spiral bound notebook that one of the deputies had found for him.
He’s not sure why, nothing that he does, nothing he writes in this book is going to have any bearing on what ends up happening if they succeed.
If they succeed, Stiles, Darla and himself are going to end up back on the Helicarrier, in the middle of the ocean, completely isolated from the others.
The Avengers had been on a mission, Stiles’ pack is both landlocked and in Beacon Hills.
It’s going to be just him and Darla and Stiles and praying that they’re not under attack. That they’ll set down in that reality and things will be calm.
He doesn’t think that likely, someone had been trying to bind a witch on the Helicarrier, whether that witch was Stiles or someone completely different. There’s hope that symbols were wash through of the restraints being used on the Stiles in this reality, Crawford himself is hoping for that.
But he’s also planning an escape route for all of them…
Just to be on the safe side.
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TITLE: SS:AOS: The Rise of A’kresh
SERIES: Stiles Stilinski: Agent of SHIELD
RATING: PG-13 (for now)
PAIRING: Stiles/Clint
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: Stiles is back home, everything and nothing is the same.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing Marvel, MTV, etc own everything but the idea to mesh them..
FEEDBACK: Please?
SS:AOS: The Rise of A’kresh 7/?
The hospital is quiet when they get there, it’s always quiet because they’re fairly well contained here. Sometimes they’ll get people through the barriers that are injured in some way, but most of the time those people are super naturals in some way and heal pretty quick after getting into the safe environment.
“Whoa,” Melissa holds up her hands to stop them. “I don’t see anyone bleeding…”
“Isaac dropped off…”
“Agent Barton,” Melissa nods, “Agent Romanoff already vouched for him.”
“I want to see him,” Stiles says, he thinks it’s actually pretty admirable that his voice is as even as it is.
“I don’t think he’s up to being interrogated right now.”
“I just want to see him, I won’t even try and start a conversation with him,” Stiles says, Melissa makes a noise of disbelief and Stiles keeps his face as earnest as possible. Melissa, unfortunately knows him really fucking well, because she rolls her eyes even as she turns to escort them down the hallway.
Natasha is already in the room, leaning against a wall, arms crossed. It’s Clint that Stiles really focuses on though, looking pale and kind of worn in the bed. He looks tired, like most of the people that come through the barriers do. Like they push and push themselves to get to one of the havens and then once they get there they’re so exhausted it takes days upon days to get rested enough to even function.
Stiles has seen pictures of what’s going on outside the havens, A’kresh is using the human population as sacrifices to open portals to the demon underworlds, those things coming out of the portals once he opens them are fed others.
Rayden keeps talking about Kombat and how A’kresh is definitely not operating within the rules set up to govern it, he doesn’t seem to be doing anything about it though. Or maybe he can’t do anything about it, Stiles knows, but he also knows that he’s not sending his dad off to fight in some crazy death match with a bunch of demons either.
Just because he’s already done it once, well that only means that Stiles wasn’t born yet and couldn’t stop him.
“Stiles,” Clint’s eyes are opened just enough that he can apparently see Stiles futzing at the foot of his bed.
He ignores the noise the werewolves and Melissa are making at the door, because the amount of people that he grew up with who know about Clint and who he is to Stiles is Lydia and she’s probably buried nose deep in four books at the Argents.
“Hey, you’re looking a little…”
“I’m okay,” Clint mutters. “Just a flesh wound, it wasn’t even bleeding all that much, not sure why Crawford brought me here.”
Natasha snorts and Clint scowls at her.
“Probably because of the actual blood loss,” Stiles says, he wraps his hands around the bars at the foot of the bed. “And the fact that you were, I don’t know, unconscious when they brought you in.”
“Do we have a plan?” Clint asks. “I really just want to know if we have a plan.”
Stiles clears his throat, flicks his eyes to the group at the door, Derek looks intently focused on the conversation, it’s kind of off putting to be honest. Stiles has had to be really focusing himself on what’s going on here and not what has happened in the past or what might happen in the future.
It’s harder than it should be.
“We have a plan,” Stiles says. “It’s not my plan, I’m not really involved in the execution of it or anything, because A’kresh has been kind of really focused on us, me so…”
“So what? The coven is planning on keeping his focus on here while they, what, try and do something somewhere else?”
“We’re not a coven here, here we’re just sparks and wiccans and…” Stiles shrugs, waves a hand. “We don’t have the kind of strength here that we had over there.”
“Stiles…” Derek says from the door, whether to stop him from saying anything or in confusion that Stiles knows Clint and is conversing with him like an old friend.
“We’re going to merge the realities,” Stiles says. He stares at him, wills Clint to understand.
“You were on the Helicarrier,” Clint says, he holds his hand out and Stiles comes around the bed, links their fingers together and grips tightly.
“I don’t remember a whole lot of what was happening, what we’ve managed to piece together,” him and Crawford and Darla, he’s sure Tony will come up with some pithy name for them if they make it through this without dying. “They’d found symbols to contain a witch, me and we think that there was about to be an attack against me either in the works or happening right then.”
Clint stares at him.
“When it happens, it’ll happen fast, like really fucking fast, like there’s not going to be a whole lot of time to actually come up with a plan there because my pack will be in Beacon Hills, the Avengers were dark on some mission that the Director didn’t tell me about, I’m going to be on the Helicarrier with Crawford and Darla,” Stiles takes a breath, “We, really, really, really need you to remember that we need help.”
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” Clint says, and it sounds like as close to a promise as Stiles is going to get.
Clint refuses to stay in the hospital which Stiles could have told someone would happen. He can vividly remember Clint showing up in his room on the Helicarrier when he should have been lying in a hospital bed getting the good drugs and sleeping the sleep of the righteous.
He stays with Natasha, wherever she happens to have holed up since his dad would probably have a mild coronary if Stiles insisted he stay with them, not counting what the pack would do.
He still appears at their door each morning, eats breakfast with them and then goes to the Sheriff’s station with them. He joins Derek and Scott against the wall and watches while they focus on the maps.
The maps are their escape route out of Beacon Hills; their ‘just in case whatever the other witches are doing doesn’t work’.
It’s basically just a list of where everyone needs to go, he’s not sending them all together, splitting them up and sending them all in completely opposite directions means that at least some of them have a chance of survival. The group leaders are assigned, typically whichever werewolf is traveling with them, and since Stiles will be the focus of whatever is going to happen (even though he’s not directly involved, which he absolutely hates with every fiber of his being) he has not included himself in those evacuation plans.
If it goes bad wrong, it’s going to burn him out and his barrier with him. He’ll be deader than dead, no bite of a werewolf is going to save him from his spark being snuffed out like that.
Derek and Scott haven’t figured it out yet, he’s fairly sure that Clint has an inkling and Crawford definitely knows.
He hasn’t said anything thankfully. And he might think he’s being sneaky, but Stiles is a Sheriff’s son and has been sneaking out from under his dads nose to do things that his dad would ground him from the rest of eternity for, Crawford isn’t even close to being competition.
Crawford doesn’t affix himself to any of the groups and he can’t draw attention to it without Crawford selling him out.
Bastard.
So Stiles keeps his mouth shut and Crawford keeps his mouth shut and Clint’s frown gets progressively deeper as he moves closer to the table and starts actually looking at their plans.
There’s nothing Stiles can do about it now. The pieces are already in motion.
“If this works…” Rayden starts, John looks over at him.
Liu is leaning in the doorway and looking expectant, John already knows what he’s going to say.
“You’re going to call for Mortal Kombat,” he says, it’s no less than he expected. He’s not sure who Rayden has in the pipeline for the fights, they could probably still kick a whole bunch of demonic ass if it came down to it. But neither he or Liu are as young as they used to be.
The spirits willing, but the body might give up the ghost.
They would both go if it came to it. Stiles might put up a fight, but John thinks that Stiles is reaching his capacity for what he can worry about at one time. He might be able to slip it by him.
“Don’t give me that look, I’ve got fighters in reserve,” Rayden says without looking at him. “Besides the fact that I think that if I were to call you to Kombat that your son might actually figure out a way to kill me.”
John smirks, just a little and hidden by his hand and the fact that Rayden isn’t looking directly at him.
“I’ll call for Kombat, and A’kresh, depending on how badly he wants to stay in this world will be honor bound to observe the formalities. He normally would have amassed his own fighters I’m sure, but for the sake of this realm and all the ones linked to it I’ll operate under the assumption that he’s really as bad at strategic planning as he seems to be.”
John raises an eyebrow at him.
“He had your son in his grasp, and instead of killing him and ending his opposition he allowed him a glimpse of another world that he’d yet to put a secure foothold in and thereby gave him the tools by which to destroy him,” Rayden shrugs. “It’s almost as if he wants to commit suicide by teenage angst, and if he doesn’t he’s certainly making a decent appearance of it.”
Crawford’s making notes in a little spiral bound notebook that one of the deputies had found for him.
He’s not sure why, nothing that he does, nothing he writes in this book is going to have any bearing on what ends up happening if they succeed.
If they succeed, Stiles, Darla and himself are going to end up back on the Helicarrier, in the middle of the ocean, completely isolated from the others.
The Avengers had been on a mission, Stiles’ pack is both landlocked and in Beacon Hills.
It’s going to be just him and Darla and Stiles and praying that they’re not under attack. That they’ll set down in that reality and things will be calm.
He doesn’t think that likely, someone had been trying to bind a witch on the Helicarrier, whether that witch was Stiles or someone completely different. There’s hope that symbols were wash through of the restraints being used on the Stiles in this reality, Crawford himself is hoping for that.
But he’s also planning an escape route for all of them…
Just to be on the safe side.