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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 11/?
He walks off the transport and gets attacked with hugs by Crawford.
“I thought you were supposed to protecting me?” he says, rubbing the back of his head where Crawford had managed to hit him with his cast.
“Not from Crawford,” Clint says, he looks amused at the thought.
“You look awful,” Crawford says, he’s straightening his uniform and brushing the hand not in a cast over his head.
“Yeah, this isn’t even the worst that I’ve been beaten up,” Stiles mutters, he personally thinks he looked worse after Gerard had finished beating him up, but then Gerard had been trying to make a point and Dreymona was just trying to draw enough blood, agitate Derek or one of the others enough that they would go into a frenzy and give him what he wanted.
“So word is you want to hand Dreymona over to Darren,” Crawford says, he looks at him questioningly and follows along when Clint and Steve start propelling Stiles in the direction of Director Fury’s office.
“Well I don’t want to start a pack war, and I don’t think SHIELD wants to be in the middle of one. So…” he shrugs.
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It makes logical sense, that’s what he keeps thinking. He just doesn’t think that anyone else can see it.
“He attacked a SHIELD Agent,” Director Fury is saying, he sounds harsh and unforgiving, Stiles definitely doesn’t want to ever want to be on his bad side.
The way that Fury looks at him makes him want to apologize for every bad or possibly bad thought he’s ever had in his entire life.
“I understand that,” Stiles says, he has his hands folded together in his lap and he wishes he’d gone with his first instinct and changed into uniform. Director Fury looks all badass and Clint and Steve are in civilian clothes but still look like they could kick butts and take names; he on the other hand, looks like a college student that wandered into Fury’s office by accident.
“I understand,” he says again. “But we don’t want to make enemies of the packs; they could be an asset for us in the long run.”
As long as Tony doesn’t try to pluck DNA from them and attempt to clone human/werewolf/super-soldier babies. Coulson had forbidden him from doing so but Stiles thinks that Tony’s only going to bow to that dictate for so long before he’ll figure out a way around it.
“He should be locked in a cell and brought up on charges for assault and battery.”
“I don’t think Darren will keep him,” Stiles says, he’s not sure is the thing. But he’s pretty sure that no pack in their right mind is going to want to deal with a werewolf that kidnapped and assaulted an employee of SHIELD.
“My belief is, that if we hand Dreymona over to his pack to be dealt with, Darren will foist him off on somebody else to deal with pretty darn quickly. It might be to Derek, but I think he’ll be more inclined to give him to SHIELD as a sign of good faith.”
“Go on.”
“The thing is, Darren went to a lot of trouble to get our attention,” Stiles says slowly. It’s not the first time he’s voiced his suspicions out loud, they discussed them on the jet after all, but he has no proof. Just his neck and a feeling in his gut that Darren’s decision to out werewolves to SHIELD, even if it was only his pack (and Derek’s by association to Stiles) is a lead up to something bigger. “He could have just directed his wolves to follow, to not intercept or interact with, but he didn’t. I think…”
“You think he wants an alliance with SHIELD, like he would have an alliance with another pack,” Director Fury says.
“Well SHIELD is like a pack if you look at it from the frame of reference of wolves and their packs, you’re our Alpha, you have Beta’s that are your intermediaries, but ultimately they, we, all answer to you.”
Fury stares at him, eye narrowing at him.
“Director Fury?” Steve starts.
“We’ll follow Agent Stilinski’s directives for now,” Fury says, he doesn’t look pleased about it. “I hope you’re right, son.”
So does he.
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“Should I have corrected him about the Specialist thing?” he asks as they’re walking down the hallway, Clint glances over at him, neatly sidestepping a young woman with a stack of file folders almost taller than her.
“What’s there to correct?”
“I’m not an Agent,” Stiles says, patiently. He’s had this argument before.
Clint narrows his eyes at him.
“You got the promotion to Agent when you took over Markham’s job; do you think SHIELD just lets two Specialists run an entire office by themselves?”
“Well, you know, I’ve got knowledge,” Stiles says.
“And a promotion to go with it.”
Stiles’ mouth twists, “Somebody would have told me about that, right? I mean, there should have been an announcement and maybe a cake with some punch.”
“Do you want a cake? I can probably get the cafeteria to whip something up,” Steve says from the other side of him.
Stiles winces, because he’s seen the cake the cafeteria makes, it tastes like cardboard with sugar on top.
Clint uses his key card to open the door to Stiles’ office.
“I thought I wasn’t allowed to work until medical cleared me?” Stiles says, even though he’s itching to get to his computer and check his e-mail and a translation program that he’d had running.
“There you are,” Tony says from where he’s kicked back behind his desk. His feet have disrupted some of his papers and Stiles twitches.
“So I cancelled your flight arrangements, the jet will take you out on December 22nd like you’d originally planned and it’ll bring you back on the morning of January 2nd. I had Pepper move the Christmas party to that night so try to rest up for it. It’ll be a Christmas slash New Years Eve slash Happy New Year party, So there’ll be mistletoe and a Christmas Tree and fireworks and Bruce and I are jerry-rigging a ball to drop at midnight so everyone can lay one on everyone else,” his feet flop down and he pushes away from Stiles’ desk, a piece of paper goes fluttering to the ground and Stiles narrows his eyes at him.
Tony just grins and pushes an envelope at him; he takes it because there’s already one piece of paper on the ground, two means that if Crawford comes in he’ll have a nervous fit. Stiles is a little tired, a lot sore to be dealing with Crawford’s nervous fits and the Avengers at the same time.
“Secret Santa,” Tony says. “I made some notes on things that would be appropriate,” he leers at him and Stiles takes a step back so he’s a little more in line with Clint and Steve.
“Tony behave,” Steve admonishes, though the tone of his voice implies that he thinks it completely a lost cause.
Tony grins.
“Why are you here?” Stiles asks, “because I’m in my office on the Helicarrier and I’m pretty sure that if two Avengers on protection detail is overkill on the land, that three on the Helicarrier is some step that can’t even be comprehended beyond that.”
“Crawford said you guys still needed to do Christmas shopping,” Tony says. “He’s going to meet us down in the bay and we’re going to get what you need, we’ll have it all wrapped up and shipped home for you and one less thing for you to worry about.”
“I can buy my own Christmas presents for my family and friends,” he says, because he can see where this is going and this is going in the direction of him ending up at Tony Stark’s kept man. Though it’s probably called something else since there seems to be an overabundance of money coming his way but no request for sex as payment.
“Yes but Pepper worries that I’m dying if I don’t spend a lot of money on strange and mysterious things every other week or so, there’s been no new toys to spend my money on so I’m going to spend it on you and since I’m not going to make you put my name on the gifts, I can consider it my good deed for the month as well.”
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Christmas shopping with Tony Stark is a lot like going into a battle, except he doesn’t need to carry an axe and no one is trying to actively kill him.
Tony is their General and the jittery looking sales clerks his soldiers. He barks out commands, sending clerks out after various items on his copy of Stiles’ Christmas list, smirking the entire time. He looks completely in his element.
Stiles ends up parked in a comfy arm chair, Steve standing behind him to make sure he stays there, he has his arms crossed over his chest and is channeling every bodyguard type persona that Stiles can think of.
The unapproachable bodyguard image is ruined every time a sales clerk comes up to Stiles with an item from his list and he smiles in an apologetic manner.
Stiles dutifully checks off items from his list, trying to take quick peeks at price tags as they bring the items to him and make notations so he knows how much he’s in the hole to Tony for.
“Stop that,” Tony scowls at him and a sales clerk that had been headed towards them neatly pivots and heads in the opposite direction. “My money, remember?”
Stiles is doing quick math in his head, Tony would pick one of the most expensive stores in the city to shut down, “at this rate I’m going to owe you two unborn children, or… what’s the going rate on kidneys nowadays, anyway? I’ve got two, I guess I don’t necessarily need both of them.”
“I think all your unborn children are spoken far,” Tony smirks.
“Unborn children, is someone pregnant?” Crawford asks, he’s coming up one of the aisles, ladened down with two bags; Clint has another in his hand and looks annoyed at the fact.
“No, and why is Crawford able to pay for all his stuff and I can’t?” Stiles asks.
“Because people can’t follow simple fucking instructions,” Tony scowls. “When I say that I’m buying everything, I mean, I’m buying everything, Crawford tell me you didn’t hand over a credit card.”
Crawford is holding tight to the straps of his bags like he’s afraid that Tony is going to try and take them away from him, he’s managing to look everywhere but at him (or any of the other Avengers), Stiles wonders how that had worked since Clint had gone off with him looking completely disgruntled at Tony’s command and the nod from Steve.
“Um… I paid cash? I had a Christmas Club,” he says weakly.
“A Christmas Club?” Tony looks at him blankly, like he’s heard the words but isn’t quite sure why they’re in the same sentence and what they have to do with shopping.
“It’s what normal people do,” Stiles offers, “You put in money every week or once a month or so, and then around October or November of the following year you can take the money out and go shopping without having to resort to maxing out all your credit cards.”
Tony is making a face like he wants to say ‘how quaint’ but knows that someone, probably Steve, will hit him for saying it.
“I need his receipts,” Tony snaps his fingers. “Do you want cash back now, or do you want me have a check issued?”
Crawford blinks at him, his mouth opens and closes and he looks at Stiles with a hint of desperation, Stiles grins. So apparently his adoption by Avengers had spread to include Crawford.
He’ll probably have to figure out a way for Crawford to make eye contact with them without turning into a tomato. They’ll work on it after the holidays.
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The pack goes home leaving his father behind, it is apparently all planned since Tony is allowing his jet to fly them to an airport outside Beacon Hills and Peter and Erica (who apparently had gone back to Beacon Hills prior to Stiles being released from medical’s clingy grasp, he hadn’t even noticed though he had been pretty distracted by the pain and such and he’s going to use that as an excuse if Peter makes mention of it) are going to meet them.
There is a plan for the Avengers to accompany Stiles out to Beacon Hills and transfer his custody to the pack for the duration of his Christmas vacation, then at least one of them will return on January 2nd to take him back to the city.
He doesn’t make jokes about custody arrangements or overkill, even though he really wants to. Because Derek is looking particularly murderous about not being able to take Stiles back to Beacon Hills with the pack and Steve is looking not happy about Stiles’ protection or lack thereof while he’s in Beacon Hills.
“The pack is sufficient protection,” Stiles says. He doesn’t say ‘look they haven’t allowed me to be seriously injured, maimed or otherwise killed yet’ but that’s only because he’s pretty sure that the Avengers would assign him a bodyguard for the duration of his vacation and he can’t trust that Steve or Director Fury won’t develop a sense of humor out of the blue and assign either Tony or Natasha to that detail.
And it would be one of those two, he’s sure. Mostly because he wouldn’t mind Clint being there, he could give him his Christmas present without staring eyes and Tony demanding they capture some supernatural creature so Clint can try them out and Tony can see how they work.
And he wouldn’t mind Steve, because Steve and his dad get along, though he thinks that Steve would be stricter than his father and he’d probably have a curfew, so maybe not Steve.
Bruce isn’t really an option, and as much as Stiles likes the guy even though he’s only really met and interacted with him a handful of times, he would probably shoot it down if it were broached.
Because the Hulk in Beacon Hills? He doesn’t think the town would be standing at the end, especially if the normal happens.
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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 11/?
He walks off the transport and gets attacked with hugs by Crawford.
“I thought you were supposed to protecting me?” he says, rubbing the back of his head where Crawford had managed to hit him with his cast.
“Not from Crawford,” Clint says, he looks amused at the thought.
“You look awful,” Crawford says, he’s straightening his uniform and brushing the hand not in a cast over his head.
“Yeah, this isn’t even the worst that I’ve been beaten up,” Stiles mutters, he personally thinks he looked worse after Gerard had finished beating him up, but then Gerard had been trying to make a point and Dreymona was just trying to draw enough blood, agitate Derek or one of the others enough that they would go into a frenzy and give him what he wanted.
“So word is you want to hand Dreymona over to Darren,” Crawford says, he looks at him questioningly and follows along when Clint and Steve start propelling Stiles in the direction of Director Fury’s office.
“Well I don’t want to start a pack war, and I don’t think SHIELD wants to be in the middle of one. So…” he shrugs.
It makes logical sense, that’s what he keeps thinking. He just doesn’t think that anyone else can see it.
“He attacked a SHIELD Agent,” Director Fury is saying, he sounds harsh and unforgiving, Stiles definitely doesn’t want to ever want to be on his bad side.
The way that Fury looks at him makes him want to apologize for every bad or possibly bad thought he’s ever had in his entire life.
“I understand that,” Stiles says, he has his hands folded together in his lap and he wishes he’d gone with his first instinct and changed into uniform. Director Fury looks all badass and Clint and Steve are in civilian clothes but still look like they could kick butts and take names; he on the other hand, looks like a college student that wandered into Fury’s office by accident.
“I understand,” he says again. “But we don’t want to make enemies of the packs; they could be an asset for us in the long run.”
As long as Tony doesn’t try to pluck DNA from them and attempt to clone human/werewolf/super-soldier babies. Coulson had forbidden him from doing so but Stiles thinks that Tony’s only going to bow to that dictate for so long before he’ll figure out a way around it.
“He should be locked in a cell and brought up on charges for assault and battery.”
“I don’t think Darren will keep him,” Stiles says, he’s not sure is the thing. But he’s pretty sure that no pack in their right mind is going to want to deal with a werewolf that kidnapped and assaulted an employee of SHIELD.
“My belief is, that if we hand Dreymona over to his pack to be dealt with, Darren will foist him off on somebody else to deal with pretty darn quickly. It might be to Derek, but I think he’ll be more inclined to give him to SHIELD as a sign of good faith.”
“Go on.”
“The thing is, Darren went to a lot of trouble to get our attention,” Stiles says slowly. It’s not the first time he’s voiced his suspicions out loud, they discussed them on the jet after all, but he has no proof. Just his neck and a feeling in his gut that Darren’s decision to out werewolves to SHIELD, even if it was only his pack (and Derek’s by association to Stiles) is a lead up to something bigger. “He could have just directed his wolves to follow, to not intercept or interact with, but he didn’t. I think…”
“You think he wants an alliance with SHIELD, like he would have an alliance with another pack,” Director Fury says.
“Well SHIELD is like a pack if you look at it from the frame of reference of wolves and their packs, you’re our Alpha, you have Beta’s that are your intermediaries, but ultimately they, we, all answer to you.”
Fury stares at him, eye narrowing at him.
“Director Fury?” Steve starts.
“We’ll follow Agent Stilinski’s directives for now,” Fury says, he doesn’t look pleased about it. “I hope you’re right, son.”
So does he.
“Should I have corrected him about the Specialist thing?” he asks as they’re walking down the hallway, Clint glances over at him, neatly sidestepping a young woman with a stack of file folders almost taller than her.
“What’s there to correct?”
“I’m not an Agent,” Stiles says, patiently. He’s had this argument before.
Clint narrows his eyes at him.
“You got the promotion to Agent when you took over Markham’s job; do you think SHIELD just lets two Specialists run an entire office by themselves?”
“Well, you know, I’ve got knowledge,” Stiles says.
“And a promotion to go with it.”
Stiles’ mouth twists, “Somebody would have told me about that, right? I mean, there should have been an announcement and maybe a cake with some punch.”
“Do you want a cake? I can probably get the cafeteria to whip something up,” Steve says from the other side of him.
Stiles winces, because he’s seen the cake the cafeteria makes, it tastes like cardboard with sugar on top.
Clint uses his key card to open the door to Stiles’ office.
“I thought I wasn’t allowed to work until medical cleared me?” Stiles says, even though he’s itching to get to his computer and check his e-mail and a translation program that he’d had running.
“There you are,” Tony says from where he’s kicked back behind his desk. His feet have disrupted some of his papers and Stiles twitches.
“So I cancelled your flight arrangements, the jet will take you out on December 22nd like you’d originally planned and it’ll bring you back on the morning of January 2nd. I had Pepper move the Christmas party to that night so try to rest up for it. It’ll be a Christmas slash New Years Eve slash Happy New Year party, So there’ll be mistletoe and a Christmas Tree and fireworks and Bruce and I are jerry-rigging a ball to drop at midnight so everyone can lay one on everyone else,” his feet flop down and he pushes away from Stiles’ desk, a piece of paper goes fluttering to the ground and Stiles narrows his eyes at him.
Tony just grins and pushes an envelope at him; he takes it because there’s already one piece of paper on the ground, two means that if Crawford comes in he’ll have a nervous fit. Stiles is a little tired, a lot sore to be dealing with Crawford’s nervous fits and the Avengers at the same time.
“Secret Santa,” Tony says. “I made some notes on things that would be appropriate,” he leers at him and Stiles takes a step back so he’s a little more in line with Clint and Steve.
“Tony behave,” Steve admonishes, though the tone of his voice implies that he thinks it completely a lost cause.
Tony grins.
“Why are you here?” Stiles asks, “because I’m in my office on the Helicarrier and I’m pretty sure that if two Avengers on protection detail is overkill on the land, that three on the Helicarrier is some step that can’t even be comprehended beyond that.”
“Crawford said you guys still needed to do Christmas shopping,” Tony says. “He’s going to meet us down in the bay and we’re going to get what you need, we’ll have it all wrapped up and shipped home for you and one less thing for you to worry about.”
“I can buy my own Christmas presents for my family and friends,” he says, because he can see where this is going and this is going in the direction of him ending up at Tony Stark’s kept man. Though it’s probably called something else since there seems to be an overabundance of money coming his way but no request for sex as payment.
“Yes but Pepper worries that I’m dying if I don’t spend a lot of money on strange and mysterious things every other week or so, there’s been no new toys to spend my money on so I’m going to spend it on you and since I’m not going to make you put my name on the gifts, I can consider it my good deed for the month as well.”
Christmas shopping with Tony Stark is a lot like going into a battle, except he doesn’t need to carry an axe and no one is trying to actively kill him.
Tony is their General and the jittery looking sales clerks his soldiers. He barks out commands, sending clerks out after various items on his copy of Stiles’ Christmas list, smirking the entire time. He looks completely in his element.
Stiles ends up parked in a comfy arm chair, Steve standing behind him to make sure he stays there, he has his arms crossed over his chest and is channeling every bodyguard type persona that Stiles can think of.
The unapproachable bodyguard image is ruined every time a sales clerk comes up to Stiles with an item from his list and he smiles in an apologetic manner.
Stiles dutifully checks off items from his list, trying to take quick peeks at price tags as they bring the items to him and make notations so he knows how much he’s in the hole to Tony for.
“Stop that,” Tony scowls at him and a sales clerk that had been headed towards them neatly pivots and heads in the opposite direction. “My money, remember?”
Stiles is doing quick math in his head, Tony would pick one of the most expensive stores in the city to shut down, “at this rate I’m going to owe you two unborn children, or… what’s the going rate on kidneys nowadays, anyway? I’ve got two, I guess I don’t necessarily need both of them.”
“I think all your unborn children are spoken far,” Tony smirks.
“Unborn children, is someone pregnant?” Crawford asks, he’s coming up one of the aisles, ladened down with two bags; Clint has another in his hand and looks annoyed at the fact.
“No, and why is Crawford able to pay for all his stuff and I can’t?” Stiles asks.
“Because people can’t follow simple fucking instructions,” Tony scowls. “When I say that I’m buying everything, I mean, I’m buying everything, Crawford tell me you didn’t hand over a credit card.”
Crawford is holding tight to the straps of his bags like he’s afraid that Tony is going to try and take them away from him, he’s managing to look everywhere but at him (or any of the other Avengers), Stiles wonders how that had worked since Clint had gone off with him looking completely disgruntled at Tony’s command and the nod from Steve.
“Um… I paid cash? I had a Christmas Club,” he says weakly.
“A Christmas Club?” Tony looks at him blankly, like he’s heard the words but isn’t quite sure why they’re in the same sentence and what they have to do with shopping.
“It’s what normal people do,” Stiles offers, “You put in money every week or once a month or so, and then around October or November of the following year you can take the money out and go shopping without having to resort to maxing out all your credit cards.”
Tony is making a face like he wants to say ‘how quaint’ but knows that someone, probably Steve, will hit him for saying it.
“I need his receipts,” Tony snaps his fingers. “Do you want cash back now, or do you want me have a check issued?”
Crawford blinks at him, his mouth opens and closes and he looks at Stiles with a hint of desperation, Stiles grins. So apparently his adoption by Avengers had spread to include Crawford.
He’ll probably have to figure out a way for Crawford to make eye contact with them without turning into a tomato. They’ll work on it after the holidays.
The pack goes home leaving his father behind, it is apparently all planned since Tony is allowing his jet to fly them to an airport outside Beacon Hills and Peter and Erica (who apparently had gone back to Beacon Hills prior to Stiles being released from medical’s clingy grasp, he hadn’t even noticed though he had been pretty distracted by the pain and such and he’s going to use that as an excuse if Peter makes mention of it) are going to meet them.
There is a plan for the Avengers to accompany Stiles out to Beacon Hills and transfer his custody to the pack for the duration of his Christmas vacation, then at least one of them will return on January 2nd to take him back to the city.
He doesn’t make jokes about custody arrangements or overkill, even though he really wants to. Because Derek is looking particularly murderous about not being able to take Stiles back to Beacon Hills with the pack and Steve is looking not happy about Stiles’ protection or lack thereof while he’s in Beacon Hills.
“The pack is sufficient protection,” Stiles says. He doesn’t say ‘look they haven’t allowed me to be seriously injured, maimed or otherwise killed yet’ but that’s only because he’s pretty sure that the Avengers would assign him a bodyguard for the duration of his vacation and he can’t trust that Steve or Director Fury won’t develop a sense of humor out of the blue and assign either Tony or Natasha to that detail.
And it would be one of those two, he’s sure. Mostly because he wouldn’t mind Clint being there, he could give him his Christmas present without staring eyes and Tony demanding they capture some supernatural creature so Clint can try them out and Tony can see how they work.
And he wouldn’t mind Steve, because Steve and his dad get along, though he thinks that Steve would be stricter than his father and he’d probably have a curfew, so maybe not Steve.
Bruce isn’t really an option, and as much as Stiles likes the guy even though he’s only really met and interacted with him a handful of times, he would probably shoot it down if it were broached.
Because the Hulk in Beacon Hills? He doesn’t think the town would be standing at the end, especially if the normal happens.
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Date: 2012-10-28 03:25 pm (UTC)