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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 3/?
He wakes up in the morning and just about jumps out of his skin, Agent Coulson is sitting there in the corner of his room, tablet laid across his legs.
“Oh my god,” Stiles mutters, he pulls blankets up to his chin and tries to not think about how this is reminiscent of Derek and his complete lack of understanding that private space is private space.
“I’ve brought you a uniform, you have about 30 minutes to shower and get changed,” Agent Coulson says, he doesn’t look up just taps his screen a few times.
Stiles glances to the right and sees the uniform hanging from his closet door.
“That’s not my uniform, I have the…” not cool one he manages to cut himself off, because what if Agent Coulson was involved in the design process. He doesn’t want to insult anyone.
“It is for today and for the foreseeable future, congratulations you’ve just got a promotion,” Agent Coulson puts his tablet down and looks at his watch then him, “you now have 27 minutes to get ready, you may have to forgo the shower.”
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The uniform is just as cool as Stiles thought it would be, though it’s probably way cooler on other people that actually work out and if he’s going to be wearing this one he’s going to have to go to the gym more than once every week.
“Why exactly am I,” Stiles waves his hand at his new get-up.
“The Pack Alpha has requested that you be present for negotiations for continued access to their lands to search for Ramirez,” Coulson says.
Stiles bites his lip, he doesn’t dig his heels in like a recalcitrant child and force Coulson to drag him along to their destination, mostly because he’s gone almost four years (a record!) without a concussion and he thinks that Coulson wouldn’t have any problem with hitting him over the head and slinging him over his shoulder.
He’s pretty sure that a request from the pack Alpha for his presence is not a good thing.
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The Black Widow and Iron Man are waiting for them when the plane lands; Iron Man is dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt so he’s probably technically Tony Stark but the Black Widow is still in her uniform. Her uniform is also really cool but Stiles is pretty sure he couldn’t pull off the v-neck.
“So this is him,” Iron Man paces around him. “Not much to look at, is he?”
“Stark, back off,” Agent Coulson says, Stiles isn’t ashamed of the fact that he’s kind of hiding behind him. Coulson can kill people with twigs he’s heard, he kind of wants to see that but not demonstrated on him.
“Just punch him if he gets on your nerves,” the Black Widow says. “He’s excited about werewolves, but annoyed because they’re refusing him DNA samples.”
“I forbid you and Dr. Banner from trying to reverse engineer werewolves in your lab,” Coulson says, he’s walking towards a vehicle that Stiles is pretty sure is theirs. If it’s not he thinks they’re taking it anyway with the way that Coulson climbs behind the wheel and Black Widow takes shotgun.
He would have called shotgun but he also thinks that the Black Widow would have killed him if he had, he looks at Iron Man and Iron Man looks at him.
“Buddy,” he holds out his arms like he wants to hug it out and Stiles goes to the other side of the car and presses his side against the door once he gets in.
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Coulson apparently knows where they’re going because he starts driving and doesn’t ask for directions once.
Stiles leans against the door and tries to ignore the way that Iron Man ‘call me Tony’ is continually asking questions. That would be him, that is normally him. But he’s so completely out of his depth here, it’s like being stuck in a car with three Lydia’s that are super dangerous and more apt to kill him then listen to his rambling. Besides Tony had started talking first so…
He’s not answering him but that doesn’t seem to be stopping the onslaught as Tony thinks of more.
Apparently the pack Alpha, Darren had stated that they would help with their search but would not answer any questions until Stiles had arrived. Hence Stiles’ new attire and new job responsibilities.
“He made a few phone calls last night,” Natasha is saying quietly, Stiles bites his lip, he’d put even money on at least one of those phone calls being to Derek. Which means that he’s going to have to finally call Derek and explain that ‘no, he won’t actually be coming home in three months as planned’.
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Captain America is waiting for their car when they pull up to the house.
Captain America is waiting for their car.
Stiles thinks he’s actually justified in choking on air, any other normal person in his shoes would probably do the same thing, he has to ignore the almost betrayed looks from Tony though.
“You’re a fanboy,” Tony says in a tired voice, he shoots a narrow-eyed look at Coulson who ignores him imperiously, “did you know about this?”
Coulson raises an eyebrow and Stiles look at him as well.
“Of course you knew about this,” Tony rolls his eyes and bounds out of the car.
Stiles takes a deep breath and opens his door, Captain America is standing there, head bent as he converses quietly with Coulson. He closes the door and waits, fidgeting slightly. Not at all impatient.
Coulson waves him over and Stiles kind of braces himself to not pass out from close proximity of so much awesome.
“So this is him, I’m Steve Rogers,” Captain America says unnecessarily, he holds out his hand while he gives him a once over. “You’ve got everyone here all up in a tizzy.”
Stiles blinks at him. “I’m sorry?”
“Nah, something tells me they could use the excitement. They’re waiting for us inside, Darren has some of his wolves following Ramirez’s trail.”
“You didn’t go with them?” Coulson asks.
“They said we’d just get in the way, it didn’t seem worth the effort to argue with them; they’re going to call if they pick it up again.”
Coulson doesn’t seem to make any movement; maybe they’re just all psychic or something because Steve straightens up and starts leading them toward the house.
Stiles realizes several things simultaneously. The first is that they’re protecting him from all sides like the pack used to before he threw enough fits and they backed off enough to protecting him in ways that he couldn’t see so therefore couldn’t bitch them out about.
And he’s the only one that isn’t armed.
They’re led into the house by two wolves that had been standing just inside the doorway, they keep shooting wondering glances at Stiles and he thinks they must not get that many visitors if he’s an exciting happening here.
“And this must be our wolf knowing friend,” he hears before they even walk into the room.
Steve moves off to the side, standing so he’s slightly behind him, the others spread themselves out among the room and in the groupings he can see that Natasha is passing Hawkeye, nodding once to him, he nods once back. He’s got his bow slung over his shoulder, arms crossed over his chest. Allison would probably love him, she’s always been partial to bows of any sort.
“That would be me,” Stiles says, he stands there, hands at his side as Darren walks up, he makes a circle around him, sniffing slightly as he does so.
“You don’t bend your neck to me?”
“I bend my neck to my Alpha, you are not my Alpha and he has not dictated that I should do so,” Stiles stares straight ahead. There’s rules to how humans interact with wolves, when they started getting packs coming through Beacon Hills with some regularity in his senior year Derek had taught all the humans the protocols that they would need to follow to avoid dying or being claimed by another pack.
Not bending their neck to Alpha’s other than him had been one of those protocols.
“Maybe because you haven’t actually spoken to him of this,” Darren stops directly in front of him, leaning in to peer at his eyes. Stiles blinks at him.
“I know this because I have spoken to Derek Hale, Alpha of the Beacon Hills pack; I spoke to his uncle Peter as well. They tell me that along with their wolves they have four human pack members. A hunter, an Argent of all things,” Darren sneers and Stiles holds himself still, this is almost expected, traveling packs would always pick at Allison first.
The human hunter from a hunter line that goes back hundreds of years, she can’t have changed her spots, her family loyalty must be to her family.
But they don’t know Allison; they don’t know what it’s taken for her family, for her and her father to stick with a code that most other hunters completely disregard.
“Then another, a girl that is immune to the bite of an Alpha,” Darren says, he doesn’t linger on Lydia, though some others had. There must be something wrong with her or with Peter, the others had said, if the bite didn’t take.
“Then there’s a boy, I’m told that he will most likely take the bite sometime soon, that he’s refused it once already but is wavering.” Danny, Derek would never ask, but if Jackson can’t have Lydia running with him on full moons then he wants Danny there. If Lydia were amenable he’s sure that Jackson would have Danny in their bed with them, but Lydia doesn’t share not even with Danny, and from their last phone call there’d been a boyfriend anyway.
“And then there’s the Sheriff’s son, the only one of their pack to go away to school. Three months away from graduating and returning home to the pack. I think it came as a bit of a surprise to him when I told him of his soon to return home pack members employment by SHIELD.”
Darren looks at him and Stiles looks back.
“A lie by omission is still a lie,” he says.
Stiles looks at him, takes a breath and smiles. “I was never asked my intentions,” he says, he keeps his voice calm, doesn’t let the agitation that he’s feeling leak through. He’s had a lot of training on this part of being part of a pack.
He doesn’t scream that ‘they don’t need me’, ‘they’re doing fine without me’, ‘they haven’t all died horrible, painful deaths by wolfsbane or hunter attacks so what the fuck do they need me for, why can’t I have something for myselff’.
He doesn’t need to because he thinks Darren can read it in his eyes or something, his expression softens slightly.
“I told him that he was being short-sighted,” he says this with a sigh, with an edge of ‘kids, never looking at the big picture just the little bit that directly affects them’. “Having an active member of SHIELD as a part of his pack is not a bad thing. If you were a member of my pack I would have been encouraging you to explore options that would help protect us in the long run.”
Stiles frowns and Darren grins.
“He didn’t take to kindly to another Alpha from another pack offering to ‘take you off his hands’.”
“They’re coming aren’t they?” he asks.
Darren doesn’t speak, just beams a smile full of teeth at him.
That’s what he thought.
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 3/?
He wakes up in the morning and just about jumps out of his skin, Agent Coulson is sitting there in the corner of his room, tablet laid across his legs.
“Oh my god,” Stiles mutters, he pulls blankets up to his chin and tries to not think about how this is reminiscent of Derek and his complete lack of understanding that private space is private space.
“I’ve brought you a uniform, you have about 30 minutes to shower and get changed,” Agent Coulson says, he doesn’t look up just taps his screen a few times.
Stiles glances to the right and sees the uniform hanging from his closet door.
“That’s not my uniform, I have the…” not cool one he manages to cut himself off, because what if Agent Coulson was involved in the design process. He doesn’t want to insult anyone.
“It is for today and for the foreseeable future, congratulations you’ve just got a promotion,” Agent Coulson puts his tablet down and looks at his watch then him, “you now have 27 minutes to get ready, you may have to forgo the shower.”
The uniform is just as cool as Stiles thought it would be, though it’s probably way cooler on other people that actually work out and if he’s going to be wearing this one he’s going to have to go to the gym more than once every week.
“Why exactly am I,” Stiles waves his hand at his new get-up.
“The Pack Alpha has requested that you be present for negotiations for continued access to their lands to search for Ramirez,” Coulson says.
Stiles bites his lip, he doesn’t dig his heels in like a recalcitrant child and force Coulson to drag him along to their destination, mostly because he’s gone almost four years (a record!) without a concussion and he thinks that Coulson wouldn’t have any problem with hitting him over the head and slinging him over his shoulder.
He’s pretty sure that a request from the pack Alpha for his presence is not a good thing.
The Black Widow and Iron Man are waiting for them when the plane lands; Iron Man is dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt so he’s probably technically Tony Stark but the Black Widow is still in her uniform. Her uniform is also really cool but Stiles is pretty sure he couldn’t pull off the v-neck.
“So this is him,” Iron Man paces around him. “Not much to look at, is he?”
“Stark, back off,” Agent Coulson says, Stiles isn’t ashamed of the fact that he’s kind of hiding behind him. Coulson can kill people with twigs he’s heard, he kind of wants to see that but not demonstrated on him.
“Just punch him if he gets on your nerves,” the Black Widow says. “He’s excited about werewolves, but annoyed because they’re refusing him DNA samples.”
“I forbid you and Dr. Banner from trying to reverse engineer werewolves in your lab,” Coulson says, he’s walking towards a vehicle that Stiles is pretty sure is theirs. If it’s not he thinks they’re taking it anyway with the way that Coulson climbs behind the wheel and Black Widow takes shotgun.
He would have called shotgun but he also thinks that the Black Widow would have killed him if he had, he looks at Iron Man and Iron Man looks at him.
“Buddy,” he holds out his arms like he wants to hug it out and Stiles goes to the other side of the car and presses his side against the door once he gets in.
Coulson apparently knows where they’re going because he starts driving and doesn’t ask for directions once.
Stiles leans against the door and tries to ignore the way that Iron Man ‘call me Tony’ is continually asking questions. That would be him, that is normally him. But he’s so completely out of his depth here, it’s like being stuck in a car with three Lydia’s that are super dangerous and more apt to kill him then listen to his rambling. Besides Tony had started talking first so…
He’s not answering him but that doesn’t seem to be stopping the onslaught as Tony thinks of more.
Apparently the pack Alpha, Darren had stated that they would help with their search but would not answer any questions until Stiles had arrived. Hence Stiles’ new attire and new job responsibilities.
“He made a few phone calls last night,” Natasha is saying quietly, Stiles bites his lip, he’d put even money on at least one of those phone calls being to Derek. Which means that he’s going to have to finally call Derek and explain that ‘no, he won’t actually be coming home in three months as planned’.
Captain America is waiting for their car when they pull up to the house.
Captain America is waiting for their car.
Stiles thinks he’s actually justified in choking on air, any other normal person in his shoes would probably do the same thing, he has to ignore the almost betrayed looks from Tony though.
“You’re a fanboy,” Tony says in a tired voice, he shoots a narrow-eyed look at Coulson who ignores him imperiously, “did you know about this?”
Coulson raises an eyebrow and Stiles look at him as well.
“Of course you knew about this,” Tony rolls his eyes and bounds out of the car.
Stiles takes a deep breath and opens his door, Captain America is standing there, head bent as he converses quietly with Coulson. He closes the door and waits, fidgeting slightly. Not at all impatient.
Coulson waves him over and Stiles kind of braces himself to not pass out from close proximity of so much awesome.
“So this is him, I’m Steve Rogers,” Captain America says unnecessarily, he holds out his hand while he gives him a once over. “You’ve got everyone here all up in a tizzy.”
Stiles blinks at him. “I’m sorry?”
“Nah, something tells me they could use the excitement. They’re waiting for us inside, Darren has some of his wolves following Ramirez’s trail.”
“You didn’t go with them?” Coulson asks.
“They said we’d just get in the way, it didn’t seem worth the effort to argue with them; they’re going to call if they pick it up again.”
Coulson doesn’t seem to make any movement; maybe they’re just all psychic or something because Steve straightens up and starts leading them toward the house.
Stiles realizes several things simultaneously. The first is that they’re protecting him from all sides like the pack used to before he threw enough fits and they backed off enough to protecting him in ways that he couldn’t see so therefore couldn’t bitch them out about.
And he’s the only one that isn’t armed.
They’re led into the house by two wolves that had been standing just inside the doorway, they keep shooting wondering glances at Stiles and he thinks they must not get that many visitors if he’s an exciting happening here.
“And this must be our wolf knowing friend,” he hears before they even walk into the room.
Steve moves off to the side, standing so he’s slightly behind him, the others spread themselves out among the room and in the groupings he can see that Natasha is passing Hawkeye, nodding once to him, he nods once back. He’s got his bow slung over his shoulder, arms crossed over his chest. Allison would probably love him, she’s always been partial to bows of any sort.
“That would be me,” Stiles says, he stands there, hands at his side as Darren walks up, he makes a circle around him, sniffing slightly as he does so.
“You don’t bend your neck to me?”
“I bend my neck to my Alpha, you are not my Alpha and he has not dictated that I should do so,” Stiles stares straight ahead. There’s rules to how humans interact with wolves, when they started getting packs coming through Beacon Hills with some regularity in his senior year Derek had taught all the humans the protocols that they would need to follow to avoid dying or being claimed by another pack.
Not bending their neck to Alpha’s other than him had been one of those protocols.
“Maybe because you haven’t actually spoken to him of this,” Darren stops directly in front of him, leaning in to peer at his eyes. Stiles blinks at him.
“I know this because I have spoken to Derek Hale, Alpha of the Beacon Hills pack; I spoke to his uncle Peter as well. They tell me that along with their wolves they have four human pack members. A hunter, an Argent of all things,” Darren sneers and Stiles holds himself still, this is almost expected, traveling packs would always pick at Allison first.
The human hunter from a hunter line that goes back hundreds of years, she can’t have changed her spots, her family loyalty must be to her family.
But they don’t know Allison; they don’t know what it’s taken for her family, for her and her father to stick with a code that most other hunters completely disregard.
“Then another, a girl that is immune to the bite of an Alpha,” Darren says, he doesn’t linger on Lydia, though some others had. There must be something wrong with her or with Peter, the others had said, if the bite didn’t take.
“Then there’s a boy, I’m told that he will most likely take the bite sometime soon, that he’s refused it once already but is wavering.” Danny, Derek would never ask, but if Jackson can’t have Lydia running with him on full moons then he wants Danny there. If Lydia were amenable he’s sure that Jackson would have Danny in their bed with them, but Lydia doesn’t share not even with Danny, and from their last phone call there’d been a boyfriend anyway.
“And then there’s the Sheriff’s son, the only one of their pack to go away to school. Three months away from graduating and returning home to the pack. I think it came as a bit of a surprise to him when I told him of his soon to return home pack members employment by SHIELD.”
Darren looks at him and Stiles looks back.
“A lie by omission is still a lie,” he says.
Stiles looks at him, takes a breath and smiles. “I was never asked my intentions,” he says, he keeps his voice calm, doesn’t let the agitation that he’s feeling leak through. He’s had a lot of training on this part of being part of a pack.
He doesn’t scream that ‘they don’t need me’, ‘they’re doing fine without me’, ‘they haven’t all died horrible, painful deaths by wolfsbane or hunter attacks so what the fuck do they need me for, why can’t I have something for myselff’.
He doesn’t need to because he thinks Darren can read it in his eyes or something, his expression softens slightly.
“I told him that he was being short-sighted,” he says this with a sigh, with an edge of ‘kids, never looking at the big picture just the little bit that directly affects them’. “Having an active member of SHIELD as a part of his pack is not a bad thing. If you were a member of my pack I would have been encouraging you to explore options that would help protect us in the long run.”
Stiles frowns and Darren grins.
“He didn’t take to kindly to another Alpha from another pack offering to ‘take you off his hands’.”
“They’re coming aren’t they?” he asks.
Darren doesn’t speak, just beams a smile full of teeth at him.
That’s what he thought.