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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 4/?
They had been heavily encouraged to stay on pack lands but Stiles had nipped that in the bud right away.
“No conversation would be private,” he says when Steve mentions that Darren had offered them rooms for the duration.
“I mean, they might not be private in town either,” he amends after a moment’s thought, “all they’ll have to do is figure out where we’re staying and station themselves somewhere close to overhear any conversation we might be having.”
“What about a white noise generator?” Tony asks, he looks intrigued. “I could probably configure something really quick.”
“I think they would still be able to hear us, it would just be muffled under the white noise, maybe some sort of noise dampening thing,” he waves a hand. “Like those headphones you can get for airplane rides.”
Tony shakes his head, “I’m pretty sure I would have to line the walls or something and we don’t have that kind of time.”
“We could always get in the jet, go into the air and have our top secret, not for wolf ear conversations there,” Steve says.
“I don’t think I have high enough clearance for that conversation,” Stiles says.
“You have just as high of clearance as the rest of the Avengers for the moment,” Coulson says, he’s punching something into his phone and not looking at any of them. “You have technical knowledge about a creature set that are so far lending assistance but could at some point in the future become violent towards us.”
“I’m not going to give you information that’s going to harm them,” Stiles says alarmed.
“And we’re not asking you to, we’re asking that you update any records we might already have with information that we do not have, so we can protect our people and our assets, as well as helping them protect themselves when they need to.”
Stiles looks at him, “you don’t have any information on werewolves,” he says, he rubs a hand over his head. “At least not any information that’s right, most of what’s in the archives is all fairytale stuff and most of that was written by hunters.”
Looking up what SHIELD had on werewolves was almost the first thing he’d done.
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“So let’s talk about werewolves,” Coulson says once the plane gets to cruising altitude, Clint puts the plane on autopilot and comes out to join their group, Stiles isn’t sure how he feels about autopilot, he thinks he would feel safer if someone was behind the wheel.
What if the autopilot stops working and no one is sitting there to compensate and they crash and die horrible deaths. His father will never forgive him.
They all look at him and he looks back.
Right, werewolves.
“What do you want to know?”
“Is there any chance they’re playing us on Ramirez?” Clint asks. Stiles looks at him because that definitely wasn’t the type of questions he thought he’d be answering. He thought it would be all how to kill and/or capture.
“Explain,” Coulson says.
“Just seems suspicious they don’t want us involved in the search, I know they’re wolves and all, so they’ve got better smell, can move faster, all that jazz. But they don’t have the first clue what they’re looking for, and we didn’t have anything they could get a scent off. So what exactly are they searching for?”
Stiles rubs a hand against his face, it was one of the first things he’d learned about werewolves.
Unless your plans fall in line with their plans, you may not be able to trust them to make the right or rational decisions.
See exhibit A: Derek’s decision to kill Lydia when Jackson had passed his test.
See exhibit B: Derek’s decision to kill Jackson against Peter’s wishes when it was revealed he was the Kanima.
“There’s a reason that we’re not on the ground with them listening in on our conversation,” Stiles says.
“So you don’t trust them?” Steve asks.
“Not as far as I can throw them, which admittedly is not very far. So no. Werewolves live mostly in secret, the fact that Darren just took it upon himself to out at least his own pack as well as the Beacon Hills pack? Not a wise move. And screams he’s up to something.”
“Well it’s not like they went on TV in front of the entire viewing public and transformed,” Tony says. “And the most they can do is spontaneously grow facial hair and the teeth, not really screaming werewolf the way that society thinks of them.”
Stiles worries his bottom between his teeth. Derek’s going to be pissed regardless, so in for a penny, out for a pound?
“Can they actually transform into full wolves?” Steve’s eyes are wide, if they get any wider Stiles is afraid they’re going to fall out, he doesn’t want to be the one they blame for Captain America being blind.
He thinks about lying for about three seconds, but Coulson is looking at him like he knows that he’s thinking about doing that, Clint is narrowing his eyes and Natasha has a knife that has suddenly appeared from nowhere that she appears to be sharpening.
“Kind of,” he says weakly. “It kind of depends on intent and whether they’re a born wolf or a made wolf and whether they’re an Alpha or a Beta. It all, just… depends.”
“Okay,” Coulson says. “Let’s talk next steps.”
“I trust Derek and my pack more then I trust Darren and his pack,” Stiles says. “If we can get Derek and whoever he’s bringing with him,” please be Scott, please be Scott, he thinks fairly violently, “Ramirez’s scent if he’s still on packlands they should be able to find him.”
“Speaking of packlands,” Clint starts. “Is there some way to determine if this is all Darren’s packlands, or if there’s someone else we should be meeting with?”
Stiles shrugs, “I know Hale packlands, but it tends to be kept kind of private, there’s scent markers and lines that are used to indicate to other wolves that they’re entering packlands but I don’t know of any way, as a human, to determine the limits of it. And most wolves aren’t going to tell you what their land limits are.”
He blinks as something occurs to him, “actually that’s probably why Darren and his wolves didn’t want you going out with them. If you were there you would visibly see at what point they turned back or balked about going further and could reasonably use that to map out how far their packland extends.”
“So Ramirez is probably long gone if they haven’t caught his scent by now,” Steve says, he sounds kind of weary, Stiles has to bite his lip to keep from telling him he should take a nap.
“Not necessarily,” Stiles starts.
“If I understand Specialist Stilinski correctly, the fact that they don’t have a clear scent is probably hampering their efforts to assist us,” Coulson says, Stiles grins, because someone was listening to him, that will never not be cool. “So prior to us continuing we need to get something with a clear scent for them.”
“Exactly.”
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Tony is talking at him about the pros and cons of being a werewolf when they set down at the landing strip in Laurentville again.
Pros: Strength, speed, agility, senses.
Cons: The whole turning into a partial wolf on the full moon, and not having any control over emotions and senses. Hunters.
Hunters should actually, probably have their own bullet point but since Stiles isn’t actually answering or confirming any of what Tony’s saying, well he thinks that it doesn’t matter.
He disembarks with the rest of the team and he doesn’t even feel self-conscious about the uniform anymore, Natasha is still in hers, Clint is still in his, Coulson is still in his.
The only people not in uniform are Steve and Tony, and Steve is like half in uniform so maybe he should be half-counted with the uniform group and half-counted with the non-uniform group.
Natasha is leading the way and she stills in a way that screams ‘danger Will Robinson, danger!!’ and pulls her gun. Clint has his bow off his shoulder and an arrow at the ready only a split second later.
Derek is standing there, arms crossed over his chest looking every inch the sullen, angry wolfman he’d been when Stiles had first met him. They’re probably lucky his control has only gotten better as his pack had solidified around him, or his eyes would be flashing red.
“Fuck,” Stiles mutters, he’d thought he was ready.
Apparently he wasn’t.
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 4/?
They had been heavily encouraged to stay on pack lands but Stiles had nipped that in the bud right away.
“No conversation would be private,” he says when Steve mentions that Darren had offered them rooms for the duration.
“I mean, they might not be private in town either,” he amends after a moment’s thought, “all they’ll have to do is figure out where we’re staying and station themselves somewhere close to overhear any conversation we might be having.”
“What about a white noise generator?” Tony asks, he looks intrigued. “I could probably configure something really quick.”
“I think they would still be able to hear us, it would just be muffled under the white noise, maybe some sort of noise dampening thing,” he waves a hand. “Like those headphones you can get for airplane rides.”
Tony shakes his head, “I’m pretty sure I would have to line the walls or something and we don’t have that kind of time.”
“We could always get in the jet, go into the air and have our top secret, not for wolf ear conversations there,” Steve says.
“I don’t think I have high enough clearance for that conversation,” Stiles says.
“You have just as high of clearance as the rest of the Avengers for the moment,” Coulson says, he’s punching something into his phone and not looking at any of them. “You have technical knowledge about a creature set that are so far lending assistance but could at some point in the future become violent towards us.”
“I’m not going to give you information that’s going to harm them,” Stiles says alarmed.
“And we’re not asking you to, we’re asking that you update any records we might already have with information that we do not have, so we can protect our people and our assets, as well as helping them protect themselves when they need to.”
Stiles looks at him, “you don’t have any information on werewolves,” he says, he rubs a hand over his head. “At least not any information that’s right, most of what’s in the archives is all fairytale stuff and most of that was written by hunters.”
Looking up what SHIELD had on werewolves was almost the first thing he’d done.
“So let’s talk about werewolves,” Coulson says once the plane gets to cruising altitude, Clint puts the plane on autopilot and comes out to join their group, Stiles isn’t sure how he feels about autopilot, he thinks he would feel safer if someone was behind the wheel.
What if the autopilot stops working and no one is sitting there to compensate and they crash and die horrible deaths. His father will never forgive him.
They all look at him and he looks back.
Right, werewolves.
“What do you want to know?”
“Is there any chance they’re playing us on Ramirez?” Clint asks. Stiles looks at him because that definitely wasn’t the type of questions he thought he’d be answering. He thought it would be all how to kill and/or capture.
“Explain,” Coulson says.
“Just seems suspicious they don’t want us involved in the search, I know they’re wolves and all, so they’ve got better smell, can move faster, all that jazz. But they don’t have the first clue what they’re looking for, and we didn’t have anything they could get a scent off. So what exactly are they searching for?”
Stiles rubs a hand against his face, it was one of the first things he’d learned about werewolves.
Unless your plans fall in line with their plans, you may not be able to trust them to make the right or rational decisions.
See exhibit A: Derek’s decision to kill Lydia when Jackson had passed his test.
See exhibit B: Derek’s decision to kill Jackson against Peter’s wishes when it was revealed he was the Kanima.
“There’s a reason that we’re not on the ground with them listening in on our conversation,” Stiles says.
“So you don’t trust them?” Steve asks.
“Not as far as I can throw them, which admittedly is not very far. So no. Werewolves live mostly in secret, the fact that Darren just took it upon himself to out at least his own pack as well as the Beacon Hills pack? Not a wise move. And screams he’s up to something.”
“Well it’s not like they went on TV in front of the entire viewing public and transformed,” Tony says. “And the most they can do is spontaneously grow facial hair and the teeth, not really screaming werewolf the way that society thinks of them.”
Stiles worries his bottom between his teeth. Derek’s going to be pissed regardless, so in for a penny, out for a pound?
“Can they actually transform into full wolves?” Steve’s eyes are wide, if they get any wider Stiles is afraid they’re going to fall out, he doesn’t want to be the one they blame for Captain America being blind.
He thinks about lying for about three seconds, but Coulson is looking at him like he knows that he’s thinking about doing that, Clint is narrowing his eyes and Natasha has a knife that has suddenly appeared from nowhere that she appears to be sharpening.
“Kind of,” he says weakly. “It kind of depends on intent and whether they’re a born wolf or a made wolf and whether they’re an Alpha or a Beta. It all, just… depends.”
“Okay,” Coulson says. “Let’s talk next steps.”
“I trust Derek and my pack more then I trust Darren and his pack,” Stiles says. “If we can get Derek and whoever he’s bringing with him,” please be Scott, please be Scott, he thinks fairly violently, “Ramirez’s scent if he’s still on packlands they should be able to find him.”
“Speaking of packlands,” Clint starts. “Is there some way to determine if this is all Darren’s packlands, or if there’s someone else we should be meeting with?”
Stiles shrugs, “I know Hale packlands, but it tends to be kept kind of private, there’s scent markers and lines that are used to indicate to other wolves that they’re entering packlands but I don’t know of any way, as a human, to determine the limits of it. And most wolves aren’t going to tell you what their land limits are.”
He blinks as something occurs to him, “actually that’s probably why Darren and his wolves didn’t want you going out with them. If you were there you would visibly see at what point they turned back or balked about going further and could reasonably use that to map out how far their packland extends.”
“So Ramirez is probably long gone if they haven’t caught his scent by now,” Steve says, he sounds kind of weary, Stiles has to bite his lip to keep from telling him he should take a nap.
“Not necessarily,” Stiles starts.
“If I understand Specialist Stilinski correctly, the fact that they don’t have a clear scent is probably hampering their efforts to assist us,” Coulson says, Stiles grins, because someone was listening to him, that will never not be cool. “So prior to us continuing we need to get something with a clear scent for them.”
“Exactly.”
Tony is talking at him about the pros and cons of being a werewolf when they set down at the landing strip in Laurentville again.
Pros: Strength, speed, agility, senses.
Cons: The whole turning into a partial wolf on the full moon, and not having any control over emotions and senses. Hunters.
Hunters should actually, probably have their own bullet point but since Stiles isn’t actually answering or confirming any of what Tony’s saying, well he thinks that it doesn’t matter.
He disembarks with the rest of the team and he doesn’t even feel self-conscious about the uniform anymore, Natasha is still in hers, Clint is still in his, Coulson is still in his.
The only people not in uniform are Steve and Tony, and Steve is like half in uniform so maybe he should be half-counted with the uniform group and half-counted with the non-uniform group.
Natasha is leading the way and she stills in a way that screams ‘danger Will Robinson, danger!!’ and pulls her gun. Clint has his bow off his shoulder and an arrow at the ready only a split second later.
Derek is standing there, arms crossed over his chest looking every inch the sullen, angry wolfman he’d been when Stiles had first met him. They’re probably lucky his control has only gotten better as his pack had solidified around him, or his eyes would be flashing red.
“Fuck,” Stiles mutters, he’d thought he was ready.
Apparently he wasn’t.