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Summary: Stiles goes to college and accidentally gets hired by SHIELD.
TITLE: Stiles Stilinski: Agent of SHIELD
RATING: PG-13 (for now)
PAIRING: Gen – but Stiles/Clint (eventually)
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: Stiles goes to college and accidentally gets hired by SHIELD.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing Marvel, MTV, etc own everything but the idea to mesh them..
FEEDBACK: Please?
Stiles Stilinski, Agent of Shield 2/?
Stiles goes to school and then he does his job (it involves a lot of paper and very little to do with the Avengers which is disappointing but not unexpected), it has nothing to do with his degree and he thinks sometimes, in the privacy of his own end, that he’s completely underused.
If he were home, back in Beacon Hills, Lydia, Danny and he would be working on the database of creatures they’d started working on in his first year of college. They still poke away at it, Lydia and Danny together and Stiles when he has time.
He’d be valued as a human member of their pack instead of being a glorified paper pusher. He wonders which is worse.
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They have morning briefings where they all sit in one room at the start of their shift and the agent in charge of their floor goes through activities, requirements, etc. Stiles listens because he’s there but his job never really changes and if something interesting comes along it never comes to him.
“Amerty, Miller and Stilinski stay behind please, the rest of you are dismissed,” Stiles straightens in his chair, watching from the corner of his eye as Wayne Amerty and Valerie (don’t call me Val) Miller do the same.
This is a deviation and Agent Callahan closes the door as the last of their peer group leave, he comes back to the front of the room but instead of going behind the desk he normally sits at he leans against the front of it. That’s when Stiles notices the packets by his right hand.
Agent Callahan smiles, “Congratulations, the three of you are being shifted to new job responsibilities, I’ll give you your packets and you’ll have 48 hours to pack up your belongings to move to the new locations that are outlined within.”
He straightens and hands packets to each of them. He nods once and then leaves.
Stiles watches Miller tear into hers, the expression on her face gleeful, a posting she wanted then. Amerty like him is waiting.
He kind of wants to wait, just in the case the new location sucks. Every room is bugged with cameras and microphones, he can fake a happy face with the best of them he just kind of doesn’t want to have to.
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His new posting is on the Helicarrier, his new job title is Document Specialist which he thinks is just a fancier title for ‘paper pusher’. But he’s stationed on the Helicarrier, one of the perks of his new job is that he gets to watch monitors on one mission a month (though in small print it says that the likelihood of those missions being Avenger missions is slim to fucking none), and he’s stationed on the Helicarrier.
There’s no way that’s not the coolest thing ever.
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He should have known what it would all go horribly wrong, like right out of the gate.
And it’s not even his job, like he would have thought it would have been.
His job is fun and kind of awesome; he’s got access to some of the coolest books in the world, books that Lydia and Danny would sell unborn children of every member of their pack in order to read ten pages of. Document Specialist actually turns out to be like assistant to the Librarian of the every cool and awesome book about everything. He kind of wants to read them all and take pictures of himself rolling around in them and send it to Lydia and Danny with an accompanying ‘pfft’ text.
He’s pretty sure that the woman in charge of the books would kill him in painful and creative ways if he even thought of doing that in her presence.
No it goes horribly wrong because he signs up to watch a Tuesday mission (it was the only slot open and he, being the new guy and all, didn’t have many options and/or friends to trade with). He’d expected it be look see, watching a guy in a tree, and not even the cool one with the bow, but some regular Agent with a gun.
Instead the Tuesday mission ends up being an Avengers mission, they’re tracking some Hulk-like creature (but not the actual Hulk who apparently had opted to sit this mission out) and Stiles is watching with wide eyes, because that’s Captain America and Iron Man and Black Widow and Hawkeye and it’s all so unbelievably cool. The door is shut because once everyone had realized that the Tuesday mission was an Avengers one there’d been a line of people offering up cash, cars, women and men to be able to be in the room.
Then he sees the blur to the right and bright blue eyes and he thinks ‘oh fuck, please don’t be in Beacon Hills’.
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They’re not in Beacon Hills; they’re in Laurentville, Kansas. Stiles isn’t familiar with pack lines and areas with the exception of his own but he’s 98% sure that the Avengers are in some packs territory and that a member of that pack is taking exception to that fact.
“Did they ask for right of passage?” he mutters, he runs a hand over his head and he wonders if he should raise his hand or keep his mouth shut, people on his left and right glare at him and he gets an abrupt and sort of rude ‘shhh’ from the front of the room.
Then the blur solidifies and it’s a kid maybe his age or little younger, blue eyes which means not an Alpha but that’s a born wolf like Derek and Jackson and Peter, he snarls and leaps forward and Captain America throws his shield at him and Stiles stands up.
“Did they ask for right of passage?” he asks loudly and clearly, inside he’s kind of shitting himself a little because he’s on the Helicarrier and this is an Avengers mission which means that Agent Coulson (he of the really awesome suits and was maybe actually dead once story) and Director Fury (of the eye patch of death) are right fucking there.
And now they’re both looking directly at him and Captain America’s shield is back in his hand and he’s getting ready to throw it again.
“Cap hold,” Agent Coulson says quietly.
“Hold?” Captain America says and there’s disbelief in his voice, then a grunt as the kid launches himself at him. Captain America fends him off, thankfully not using the shield as his battering ram. Instead he uses fists and legs which are probably just as bad. The feed is coming from Iron Man’s camera and they all watch as Captain America tries to fight the guy without actually hurting him when the other guy doesn’t have the same feeling.
“Hold,” Coulson touches his ear, looks over at Director Fury and then back at Stiles, “what’s your name son?”
“Um,” Stiles fidgets, “Stiles, Stiles Stilinski.”
“Explain.”
“Um, my first name is a family name and kind of…”
Coulson looks at him with a long suffering expression on his face. “Right of passage.”
“Oh, well that’s a werewolf,” he waves a hand at the monitor, “the blue eyes mean he was born a wolf, he’s attacking them because the Avengers are obviously in his packs territory, or, well he could be an Omega but they’re mostly just crazy and he’s defending like…”
Coulson holds up his hand so Stiles stops talking.
“Did you catch all that Cap?”
“There’s no such thing as werewolves,” Captain America says.
“I’ve got a young man in front of me who is actually in front of me and not in a padded room, which means he passed his psych evals, which means that the thing in front of you is a werewolf.”
“So is there something special I need to say to ask for right of passage or whatever because we’re losing Ramirez’s trail the longer we wait here.”
Coulson looks at him then looks over at Fury.
“Someone get him a headset,” he says and waves Stiles down, Stiles waits a moment then Coulson glares and he brushes past the four people seated to his left that are now all glaring at him for evidently knowing something they didn’t know.
He pushes the headset on, it’s like Bluetooth thing not an actual headset and it feels weird.
“What am I supposed to…” he starts.
“Tell Cap what he needs to say in order for us to keep going after Ramirez,” Coulson says.
“Well he needs to ask for right of passage” Stiles says, again, he feels like a broken record, it’s a fairly simple concept, packs had periodically requested passage through Hale territory.
“The Pack Alpha,” Stiles says, “you need to ask his Pack’s Alpha for admittance into their territory and then the right of safe passage through it.”
“How good is werewolf hearing?” Cap asks and its right in Stiles’ ear, he startles a little, he wasn’t expecting it even though, yeah, headset, he probably should have been expecting it.
“I’ve got a shot,” comes another voice, Stiles in pretty sure that’s Hawkeye. “Should I take it so we can go on our merry way?”
“Not unless your arrows are somehow lined with something that will take down a werewolf and you want to declare war with whatever pack calls where you are home,” Stiles mutters.
“Hearing?” Cap asks again. “How good?”
“Pretty good, why?”
“Because the kid is backing off a little, or at least not actively trying to claw my face off so I think he can hear you.”
“Oh, huh, interesting,” Stiles says. He guesses that it shouldn’t surprise him; Scott had been able to hear Allison’s heartbeat and Gerard threatening everyone he loved from across a lacrosse field.
“You have someone on your radios who knows of our kind,” comes another voice, male, silky smooth. It sounds far away, Stiles has to strain to hear it.
“What color are his eyes?” Stiles asks, because if the other wolf is backing off it means he has support now.
“Red, is that important?” Cap asks.
“That’s the Alpha, you need to ask for admittance and safe passage, explain what you’re looking for, they may be able to help you track it.”
“Admittance and safe passage is granted,” the voice says, Iron Man swings around and Stiles can see that the Alpha is barely in the clearing, “we’ll help you find what you seek.”
“Thank you,” Cap says.
“On the condition that your voice on the radio tells me how he is aware of our kind, is he a hunter, is he pack?”
“I’m human,” Stiles says. “But I… was pack in Beacon Hills before I came here.”
“Beacon Hills is Hale pack land,” the man says. “We have no quarrel with their Alpha or their pack, though we were sorry to hear of Laura’s death.”
“Murder, but yeah.”
“My name is Darren, admittance, safe passage and guidance through and around,” Stiles doesn’t hear anymore because he pulls the radio off and hands it off, he leaves the room and no one tries to stop him.
Summary: Stiles goes to college and accidentally gets hired by SHIELD.
TITLE: Stiles Stilinski: Agent of SHIELD
RATING: PG-13 (for now)
PAIRING: Gen – but Stiles/Clint (eventually)
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: Stiles goes to college and accidentally gets hired by SHIELD.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing Marvel, MTV, etc own everything but the idea to mesh them..
FEEDBACK: Please?
Stiles Stilinski, Agent of Shield 2/?
Stiles goes to school and then he does his job (it involves a lot of paper and very little to do with the Avengers which is disappointing but not unexpected), it has nothing to do with his degree and he thinks sometimes, in the privacy of his own end, that he’s completely underused.
If he were home, back in Beacon Hills, Lydia, Danny and he would be working on the database of creatures they’d started working on in his first year of college. They still poke away at it, Lydia and Danny together and Stiles when he has time.
He’d be valued as a human member of their pack instead of being a glorified paper pusher. He wonders which is worse.
They have morning briefings where they all sit in one room at the start of their shift and the agent in charge of their floor goes through activities, requirements, etc. Stiles listens because he’s there but his job never really changes and if something interesting comes along it never comes to him.
“Amerty, Miller and Stilinski stay behind please, the rest of you are dismissed,” Stiles straightens in his chair, watching from the corner of his eye as Wayne Amerty and Valerie (don’t call me Val) Miller do the same.
This is a deviation and Agent Callahan closes the door as the last of their peer group leave, he comes back to the front of the room but instead of going behind the desk he normally sits at he leans against the front of it. That’s when Stiles notices the packets by his right hand.
Agent Callahan smiles, “Congratulations, the three of you are being shifted to new job responsibilities, I’ll give you your packets and you’ll have 48 hours to pack up your belongings to move to the new locations that are outlined within.”
He straightens and hands packets to each of them. He nods once and then leaves.
Stiles watches Miller tear into hers, the expression on her face gleeful, a posting she wanted then. Amerty like him is waiting.
He kind of wants to wait, just in the case the new location sucks. Every room is bugged with cameras and microphones, he can fake a happy face with the best of them he just kind of doesn’t want to have to.
His new posting is on the Helicarrier, his new job title is Document Specialist which he thinks is just a fancier title for ‘paper pusher’. But he’s stationed on the Helicarrier, one of the perks of his new job is that he gets to watch monitors on one mission a month (though in small print it says that the likelihood of those missions being Avenger missions is slim to fucking none), and he’s stationed on the Helicarrier.
There’s no way that’s not the coolest thing ever.
He should have known what it would all go horribly wrong, like right out of the gate.
And it’s not even his job, like he would have thought it would have been.
His job is fun and kind of awesome; he’s got access to some of the coolest books in the world, books that Lydia and Danny would sell unborn children of every member of their pack in order to read ten pages of. Document Specialist actually turns out to be like assistant to the Librarian of the every cool and awesome book about everything. He kind of wants to read them all and take pictures of himself rolling around in them and send it to Lydia and Danny with an accompanying ‘pfft’ text.
He’s pretty sure that the woman in charge of the books would kill him in painful and creative ways if he even thought of doing that in her presence.
No it goes horribly wrong because he signs up to watch a Tuesday mission (it was the only slot open and he, being the new guy and all, didn’t have many options and/or friends to trade with). He’d expected it be look see, watching a guy in a tree, and not even the cool one with the bow, but some regular Agent with a gun.
Instead the Tuesday mission ends up being an Avengers mission, they’re tracking some Hulk-like creature (but not the actual Hulk who apparently had opted to sit this mission out) and Stiles is watching with wide eyes, because that’s Captain America and Iron Man and Black Widow and Hawkeye and it’s all so unbelievably cool. The door is shut because once everyone had realized that the Tuesday mission was an Avengers one there’d been a line of people offering up cash, cars, women and men to be able to be in the room.
Then he sees the blur to the right and bright blue eyes and he thinks ‘oh fuck, please don’t be in Beacon Hills’.
They’re not in Beacon Hills; they’re in Laurentville, Kansas. Stiles isn’t familiar with pack lines and areas with the exception of his own but he’s 98% sure that the Avengers are in some packs territory and that a member of that pack is taking exception to that fact.
“Did they ask for right of passage?” he mutters, he runs a hand over his head and he wonders if he should raise his hand or keep his mouth shut, people on his left and right glare at him and he gets an abrupt and sort of rude ‘shhh’ from the front of the room.
Then the blur solidifies and it’s a kid maybe his age or little younger, blue eyes which means not an Alpha but that’s a born wolf like Derek and Jackson and Peter, he snarls and leaps forward and Captain America throws his shield at him and Stiles stands up.
“Did they ask for right of passage?” he asks loudly and clearly, inside he’s kind of shitting himself a little because he’s on the Helicarrier and this is an Avengers mission which means that Agent Coulson (he of the really awesome suits and was maybe actually dead once story) and Director Fury (of the eye patch of death) are right fucking there.
And now they’re both looking directly at him and Captain America’s shield is back in his hand and he’s getting ready to throw it again.
“Cap hold,” Agent Coulson says quietly.
“Hold?” Captain America says and there’s disbelief in his voice, then a grunt as the kid launches himself at him. Captain America fends him off, thankfully not using the shield as his battering ram. Instead he uses fists and legs which are probably just as bad. The feed is coming from Iron Man’s camera and they all watch as Captain America tries to fight the guy without actually hurting him when the other guy doesn’t have the same feeling.
“Hold,” Coulson touches his ear, looks over at Director Fury and then back at Stiles, “what’s your name son?”
“Um,” Stiles fidgets, “Stiles, Stiles Stilinski.”
“Explain.”
“Um, my first name is a family name and kind of…”
Coulson looks at him with a long suffering expression on his face. “Right of passage.”
“Oh, well that’s a werewolf,” he waves a hand at the monitor, “the blue eyes mean he was born a wolf, he’s attacking them because the Avengers are obviously in his packs territory, or, well he could be an Omega but they’re mostly just crazy and he’s defending like…”
Coulson holds up his hand so Stiles stops talking.
“Did you catch all that Cap?”
“There’s no such thing as werewolves,” Captain America says.
“I’ve got a young man in front of me who is actually in front of me and not in a padded room, which means he passed his psych evals, which means that the thing in front of you is a werewolf.”
“So is there something special I need to say to ask for right of passage or whatever because we’re losing Ramirez’s trail the longer we wait here.”
Coulson looks at him then looks over at Fury.
“Someone get him a headset,” he says and waves Stiles down, Stiles waits a moment then Coulson glares and he brushes past the four people seated to his left that are now all glaring at him for evidently knowing something they didn’t know.
He pushes the headset on, it’s like Bluetooth thing not an actual headset and it feels weird.
“What am I supposed to…” he starts.
“Tell Cap what he needs to say in order for us to keep going after Ramirez,” Coulson says.
“Well he needs to ask for right of passage” Stiles says, again, he feels like a broken record, it’s a fairly simple concept, packs had periodically requested passage through Hale territory.
“The Pack Alpha,” Stiles says, “you need to ask his Pack’s Alpha for admittance into their territory and then the right of safe passage through it.”
“How good is werewolf hearing?” Cap asks and its right in Stiles’ ear, he startles a little, he wasn’t expecting it even though, yeah, headset, he probably should have been expecting it.
“I’ve got a shot,” comes another voice, Stiles in pretty sure that’s Hawkeye. “Should I take it so we can go on our merry way?”
“Not unless your arrows are somehow lined with something that will take down a werewolf and you want to declare war with whatever pack calls where you are home,” Stiles mutters.
“Hearing?” Cap asks again. “How good?”
“Pretty good, why?”
“Because the kid is backing off a little, or at least not actively trying to claw my face off so I think he can hear you.”
“Oh, huh, interesting,” Stiles says. He guesses that it shouldn’t surprise him; Scott had been able to hear Allison’s heartbeat and Gerard threatening everyone he loved from across a lacrosse field.
“You have someone on your radios who knows of our kind,” comes another voice, male, silky smooth. It sounds far away, Stiles has to strain to hear it.
“What color are his eyes?” Stiles asks, because if the other wolf is backing off it means he has support now.
“Red, is that important?” Cap asks.
“That’s the Alpha, you need to ask for admittance and safe passage, explain what you’re looking for, they may be able to help you track it.”
“Admittance and safe passage is granted,” the voice says, Iron Man swings around and Stiles can see that the Alpha is barely in the clearing, “we’ll help you find what you seek.”
“Thank you,” Cap says.
“On the condition that your voice on the radio tells me how he is aware of our kind, is he a hunter, is he pack?”
“I’m human,” Stiles says. “But I… was pack in Beacon Hills before I came here.”
“Beacon Hills is Hale pack land,” the man says. “We have no quarrel with their Alpha or their pack, though we were sorry to hear of Laura’s death.”
“Murder, but yeah.”
“My name is Darren, admittance, safe passage and guidance through and around,” Stiles doesn’t hear anymore because he pulls the radio off and hands it off, he leaves the room and no one tries to stop him.