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laniew1Summary: 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 14/?
Stiles hitches a ride to the Helicarrier with Agent Coulson the next morning. He tries not to look like he spent about three minutes; that were then interrupted by Tony Stark, making out with Clint against the wall by the bathroom.
He wonders at what point he gets to make out with Clint, if Clint chooses to continue wanting to make out with him; without any interruptions of the Avengers kind.
“Fourth date,” Coulson says, Stiles just looks at him and starts humming God Bless America mentally just in case Coulson spontaneously developed psychic powers overnight. Coulson just smiles enigmatically back at him.
“I have a dad you know,” Stiles says reminds him, because he thinks that sometimes they forget. “And also I’m over eighteen.”
“And he’s not here at the moment and you’re never too old for people to want to look out for your best interests.”
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“I came out to my dad,” Crawford says. Stiles had been about to shove a forkful of food in his mouth and he decides to set it down so as to not choke to death.
“Okay,” he says slowly. He’d figured that when and if Crawford decided to talk about what happened when he went home it would be somewhere private, probably with a bit of help from some alcohol. Not in the middle of the cafeteria at dinner.
“It didn’t go well, obviously,” Crawford says, his lips twist into an unhappy expression. “I mean it’s not like I ever hid the fact that I had boyfriends in high school.”
“Parents sometimes see the things they want to see, the things they expect to see.”
“I took a boy to my prom,” Crawford says. “I posed for pictures with him in front of my parents and his parents, I never hid, I just never said the words until…” he rubs at his face. The bruise is mostly faded now, just some yellowing remaining around his eye. It still makes Stiles irrationally angry to see it.
His dad had told him once that he wasn’t gay, granted at the time Stiles hadn’t really meant anything by it, he’d been in love with Lydia for almost his entire life and had never entertained the idea that maybe there might be someone else in the world for him.
When he finally, actually came out… when he finally told his dad that if he wasn’t gay he was definitely bi and he’d meant it, well other than the mild freak out about not getting grandkids after all… his dad had been nothing but supportive.
“It gets better,” Stiles says softly. He thinks his father has realized that adoption is still possible, he’ll maybe, eventually end up with grandkids to bounce on his knee and tell embarrassing stories about their father to. That might even have Stiles’ DNA, there’s no telling at this point.
Crawford makes a face, like he doesn’t believe him but he’s willing to let Stiles lie to him for a little while regardless.
“It does get better, and I’d introduce you to guys, I know a couple, but they’re all back in Beacon Hills and I’m pretty sure that Danny is mostly spoken for and Derek would throw the hissy fit to end all hissy fits if I made mention of introducing Isaac to anyone not living within a 50 mile radius.”
“I have a boyfriend,” Crawford says, he stops for a moment and amends with, “or at least I have a male companion that I periodically have sex with and sometimes actually go out in public with.”
“You deserve an actual boyfriend and not boy who is a friend who is also a friend with benefits.”
“Yeah, well I work for SHIELD and being stationed on the Helicarrier doesn’t make it easy to have relationship unless the other party also works for SHIELD and is stationed on the Helicarrier.”
“So we find you someone here,” Stiles says decisively.
“I also like my spine and head in the exact configuration they’re in now and would prefer to not have any more facial bruising or broken bones. Thanks anyway.”
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The Avengers leave on assignment and come back with Thor (and Loki) in tow.
Stiles finds this out when a meeting request hits his e-mail and ‘Tony’ auto accepts it on his behalf.
Thor is, well he’s got biceps and hair and if he wasn’t stupidly besotted with Clint and if the first words out Thor’s mouth weren’t about his beloved Jane…
Well he still wouldn’t have a chance, but that’s what fantasies are for, right?
“This is Agent Stilinski,” Coulson says when he enters the room, it’s a meeting room that he’s never been in before and the Avengers are all there, including Thor with Director Fury standing at the head of the table.
There’s an empty chair next to Clint that he assumes is meant for him and he kind of slides into to it and tries to make himself invisible. He’s pretty sure he’s not supposed to be here.
“The sphere is one of four items that we have determined is missing,” Thor is saying when Stiles forces himself to stop being in awe of the fact that he’s in the room with the actual god of thunder and listen.
“What does the sphere do, is this another item like the Tesseract? A power source or doorway?” Director Fury asks.
“Nothing so powerful, it tells the future of whoever gazes upon it.”
“Like a wizard’s ball,” Stiles says, the room as a whole swings its gaze to him. That many eyes are almost oppressive in their weight. He still manages to keep his spine straight and not slouch down in his seat to hide under the table.
“Wizards ball, I am unfamiliar with this concept,” Thor says. He’s got very blue eyes that are completely focused on Stiles at the moment. Clint nudges him with his foot under the table.
“Um, wizards balls, fortune tellers balls…”
“They’re fake,” Clint says. “I knew enough fortune tellers when I was kid that I can pretty much guarantee that.”
“Well 99% of them are I’m sure, but there’s a few mentions in some of the stuff that Crawford and I have been going through that are the real deal. Whether it’s the ball itself or the person wielding it I can’t tell you that,” Stiles shrugs.
“This would be a very specific sphere,” Thor says. “It would not be easily hidden; it would not allow itself to be hidden.”
“Okay, so we’re looking for someone who can suddenly tell the future, how long has it been missing?” Stiles asks.
“About four hundred of your years,” Thor says, like that means nothing. Stiles blinks because how is he supposed to Google search for something that old? It would be in a museum he’s sure, or someone’s private collection.
“Agent Stilinski will put together a list of questions, maybe between him and Loki we can narrow down our search radius,” Director Fury says.
“It would probably be more helpful if I could speak with Loki directly,” Stiles says, and the room explodes in a cacophony of ‘absolutely not’s and ‘over my dead bodies’.
Director Fury just waits, tapping his fingers against the edge of the table.
“Agent Stilinski will put together a list of questions to start with and if it becomes necessary, maybe you’ll be able to ask those questions of him personally.”
“If it comes down to it, I really think I should be the one to go in with him,” Clint says his voice full of barely concealed tension, Stiles has his hand on his leg and can feel the trembling there. The need to do something, fight something.
“And I really think that this is a weapon’s free area and I can count four on your person right now,” Director Fury says. Clint makes a face but doesn’t disagree with him.
“Thor has assured us that Loki is no threat to us,” Agent Coulson says, he doesn’t sound like he believes it but feels he needs to say it anyway.
“Part of his punishment is the gauntlets that he wears; they remove his access to his own personal magic. He is here to help and nothing more.”
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“You know, I think beating my head against a brick wall might garner me more results,” Stiles says, he’s laying his forehead against his desk and he’s so frustrated that he wants to cry.
It’s really hard to search for something that no one seems to know anything about, except it’s a sphere and can show the future.
There are apparently a lot of spheres that can tell the future, none of them are the one that Thor and Loki are searching for.
“If you manage to find a brick wall on the Helicarrier to do that, let me know. We could probably charge with the frustration level as of late,” Crawford says.
Stiles hears the whisp of page turning and looks up to see what exactly Crawford is working on. They’ve mostly depleted their paper sources and have moved on to the web-based searches. Crawford isn’t even pretending to work anymore; he has a copy of People magazine open on his desk. He must be really frustrated if he’s reading personal material during work times.
“When are the Avengers coming back?”
“Today, sometime, Clint’s going to text when they get here,” Stiles grins, he can’t help himself and Crawford looks over at him, rolls his eyes and mutters something along the lines of ‘young love’ under his breath.
They might, once Clint returns, hit that magical third date and he can make it to second base without Tony forcing him into some sort of electronic chastity belt.
Then he remembers that the Avengers have been gone for almost three days on a series of wild-goose chases and the smiles vanishes.
Thor and Loki came here to Earth in search of the Sphere, which meant it had to be here. They had tracked it, somehow, here. And if Thor is off searching with the Avengers without finding it…
“Loki,” Stiles mutters, he rubs at the spot on the back of his neck, Loki knows more about how to track the sphere than he’s told any of them. And maybe Clint and the others are right; maybe he’s helping Thor search for the sphere for his own purposes…
Or maybe he’s waiting for someone to ask the right questions.
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“With all due respect, sir, I’m an adult,” Stiles says, he’s standing at attention, eyes focused on a spot on the wall behind Director Fury. It has taken him two days to get this meeting and four hours to figure out a way to ditch Clint so that he could attend it.
“Since we don’t hire children, I would hope so,” Director Fury says. He’s staring at him, unblinking. It’s unnerving.
“Loki knows how to find the sphere,” Stiles says. Director Fury blinks at him but doesn’t say a word. “He has to, I don’t know him on a personal level, not like you guys, but he doesn’t strike me as the type of person to go on a road trip for the sake of brotherly bonding.”
They sit there in silence and Director Fury stares at him and Stiles counts the indents in the wall and wonders how many of them are actually lined with explosives and tries his damnedest to not fidget or beg for forgiveness.
“You’ll have ten minutes,” Director Fury says finally.
“Awesome,” Stiles breathes, now he just has to come up with a way to make Loki tell him everything he knows.
“And I’ll accompany you, since if I don’t the Avengers will most likely break out into fisticuffs to determine which one would go with you.”
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He’s pacing the room when they get there, some sort of erratic pattern that probably makes sense in his own head. He stops dead when the door opens and his face moves into a bland, bored expression when Director Fury walks in.
Stiles follows and the door closes quietly behind them.
The man, Loki, Stiles knows this, looks between them, brow furrowing slightly, his nose wrinkles as he sniffs delicately, and he focuses more intently on Stiles.
“Is SHIELD bringing children to work for them now?” he asks, his voice is soft, pleasant sounding with a hint of an accent.
Director Fury is silent, standing near the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m Agent Stilinski, I um, wanted to talk to you about the sphere,” he says, he stands there on one side of the table, Loki on the other, Director Fury watching with a blank expression on his face.
“What more can I tell you that I have not already shared?”
“How about where it is,” Stiles says, he takes a step forward and pulls out a chair, slides in to the seat and crosses his hands together.
“And what makes you believe that I have any knowledge of its location,” Loki sounds curious, and he doesn’t outright deny that he has any idea where the sphere is so Stiles counts it as a win.
Stiles smiles.
“Because, honestly, I don’t think you’d be here if you didn’t. I think you thought this would be a quick in and out and SHIELD and the Avengers would probably never be the wiser, and you were probably bored being bound up in your shiny chains and not able to make a move without someone watching you.”
Loki narrows his eyes at him, his shoulders squaring as he holds himself stiff and tall.
“Do I not terrify you? The last that I was here I brought your city, I brought this ship to its knees.”
“Of course you do, I’m not stupid,” Stiles fights to keep from rolling his eyes. “But life in the city goes on, and the ship flies on and to be perfectly honest, I’ve faced scarier things than you.”
“You are what, all of twelve years, what could you possibly have faced that is more terrifying than I?” Loki asks, he leans forward over the table and he’s sniffing at him again, it’s oddly familiar, being so similar to the way the wolves sniff to gain a scent. Behind him where he can’t see he’s sure that Director Fury is moving closer, ready to intervene if necessary.
“I don’t know; there was the Alpha Pack with nothing but my lacrosse stick and an Alpha that couldn’t plan an offensive campaign if it hand delivered itself to him. There was the Ogre, and the fairies aren’t so much scary as annoying,” he waves a hand.
“An Alpha Pack,” Loki says slowly, his eyes are narrowing and Stiles would run fleeing from the room but then Loki will most likely not share anything with them.
“An Alpha Pack is a pack of Alpha Werewolves that are bound together by their need to subjugate weaker packs and take their territory for their own, they do not leave survivors, let alone human survivors.”
“Who said they were the ones that survived.”
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“What do you know of magic?” Loki had asked and Stiles had shrugged. He’s knows some, they don’t tend to run into many witches and the few things that he himself has managed to do he doesn’t actually count as magic.
He sits at his desk in his office, Clint has already been by once and they’re supposed to meet in twenty minutes for dinner in the cafeteria and a movie that they’ll watch on Stiles’ laptop in his room.
The rest of the Avengers have left the Helicarrier so Stiles is hopeful that they might actually make it to third base before Tony turns on the sprinkler system or has Clint somehow electronically ejected from his room.
He runs his thumb over the keypad of his phone and then punches in the series of numbers. He has them memorized because writing them down somewhere means that the pack would have found them and considering the number doesn’t call any one of them they would have been suspicious enough to investigate.
The phone goes to voice mail which he expected and he waits for the electronic voice to stop talking and the beep.
“It’s me; I need to see you, same place, normal time.”
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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 14/?
Stiles hitches a ride to the Helicarrier with Agent Coulson the next morning. He tries not to look like he spent about three minutes; that were then interrupted by Tony Stark, making out with Clint against the wall by the bathroom.
He wonders at what point he gets to make out with Clint, if Clint chooses to continue wanting to make out with him; without any interruptions of the Avengers kind.
“Fourth date,” Coulson says, Stiles just looks at him and starts humming God Bless America mentally just in case Coulson spontaneously developed psychic powers overnight. Coulson just smiles enigmatically back at him.
“I have a dad you know,” Stiles says reminds him, because he thinks that sometimes they forget. “And also I’m over eighteen.”
“And he’s not here at the moment and you’re never too old for people to want to look out for your best interests.”
“I came out to my dad,” Crawford says. Stiles had been about to shove a forkful of food in his mouth and he decides to set it down so as to not choke to death.
“Okay,” he says slowly. He’d figured that when and if Crawford decided to talk about what happened when he went home it would be somewhere private, probably with a bit of help from some alcohol. Not in the middle of the cafeteria at dinner.
“It didn’t go well, obviously,” Crawford says, his lips twist into an unhappy expression. “I mean it’s not like I ever hid the fact that I had boyfriends in high school.”
“Parents sometimes see the things they want to see, the things they expect to see.”
“I took a boy to my prom,” Crawford says. “I posed for pictures with him in front of my parents and his parents, I never hid, I just never said the words until…” he rubs at his face. The bruise is mostly faded now, just some yellowing remaining around his eye. It still makes Stiles irrationally angry to see it.
His dad had told him once that he wasn’t gay, granted at the time Stiles hadn’t really meant anything by it, he’d been in love with Lydia for almost his entire life and had never entertained the idea that maybe there might be someone else in the world for him.
When he finally, actually came out… when he finally told his dad that if he wasn’t gay he was definitely bi and he’d meant it, well other than the mild freak out about not getting grandkids after all… his dad had been nothing but supportive.
“It gets better,” Stiles says softly. He thinks his father has realized that adoption is still possible, he’ll maybe, eventually end up with grandkids to bounce on his knee and tell embarrassing stories about their father to. That might even have Stiles’ DNA, there’s no telling at this point.
Crawford makes a face, like he doesn’t believe him but he’s willing to let Stiles lie to him for a little while regardless.
“It does get better, and I’d introduce you to guys, I know a couple, but they’re all back in Beacon Hills and I’m pretty sure that Danny is mostly spoken for and Derek would throw the hissy fit to end all hissy fits if I made mention of introducing Isaac to anyone not living within a 50 mile radius.”
“I have a boyfriend,” Crawford says, he stops for a moment and amends with, “or at least I have a male companion that I periodically have sex with and sometimes actually go out in public with.”
“You deserve an actual boyfriend and not boy who is a friend who is also a friend with benefits.”
“Yeah, well I work for SHIELD and being stationed on the Helicarrier doesn’t make it easy to have relationship unless the other party also works for SHIELD and is stationed on the Helicarrier.”
“So we find you someone here,” Stiles says decisively.
“I also like my spine and head in the exact configuration they’re in now and would prefer to not have any more facial bruising or broken bones. Thanks anyway.”
The Avengers leave on assignment and come back with Thor (and Loki) in tow.
Stiles finds this out when a meeting request hits his e-mail and ‘Tony’ auto accepts it on his behalf.
Thor is, well he’s got biceps and hair and if he wasn’t stupidly besotted with Clint and if the first words out Thor’s mouth weren’t about his beloved Jane…
Well he still wouldn’t have a chance, but that’s what fantasies are for, right?
“This is Agent Stilinski,” Coulson says when he enters the room, it’s a meeting room that he’s never been in before and the Avengers are all there, including Thor with Director Fury standing at the head of the table.
There’s an empty chair next to Clint that he assumes is meant for him and he kind of slides into to it and tries to make himself invisible. He’s pretty sure he’s not supposed to be here.
“The sphere is one of four items that we have determined is missing,” Thor is saying when Stiles forces himself to stop being in awe of the fact that he’s in the room with the actual god of thunder and listen.
“What does the sphere do, is this another item like the Tesseract? A power source or doorway?” Director Fury asks.
“Nothing so powerful, it tells the future of whoever gazes upon it.”
“Like a wizard’s ball,” Stiles says, the room as a whole swings its gaze to him. That many eyes are almost oppressive in their weight. He still manages to keep his spine straight and not slouch down in his seat to hide under the table.
“Wizards ball, I am unfamiliar with this concept,” Thor says. He’s got very blue eyes that are completely focused on Stiles at the moment. Clint nudges him with his foot under the table.
“Um, wizards balls, fortune tellers balls…”
“They’re fake,” Clint says. “I knew enough fortune tellers when I was kid that I can pretty much guarantee that.”
“Well 99% of them are I’m sure, but there’s a few mentions in some of the stuff that Crawford and I have been going through that are the real deal. Whether it’s the ball itself or the person wielding it I can’t tell you that,” Stiles shrugs.
“This would be a very specific sphere,” Thor says. “It would not be easily hidden; it would not allow itself to be hidden.”
“Okay, so we’re looking for someone who can suddenly tell the future, how long has it been missing?” Stiles asks.
“About four hundred of your years,” Thor says, like that means nothing. Stiles blinks because how is he supposed to Google search for something that old? It would be in a museum he’s sure, or someone’s private collection.
“Agent Stilinski will put together a list of questions, maybe between him and Loki we can narrow down our search radius,” Director Fury says.
“It would probably be more helpful if I could speak with Loki directly,” Stiles says, and the room explodes in a cacophony of ‘absolutely not’s and ‘over my dead bodies’.
Director Fury just waits, tapping his fingers against the edge of the table.
“Agent Stilinski will put together a list of questions to start with and if it becomes necessary, maybe you’ll be able to ask those questions of him personally.”
“If it comes down to it, I really think I should be the one to go in with him,” Clint says his voice full of barely concealed tension, Stiles has his hand on his leg and can feel the trembling there. The need to do something, fight something.
“And I really think that this is a weapon’s free area and I can count four on your person right now,” Director Fury says. Clint makes a face but doesn’t disagree with him.
“Thor has assured us that Loki is no threat to us,” Agent Coulson says, he doesn’t sound like he believes it but feels he needs to say it anyway.
“Part of his punishment is the gauntlets that he wears; they remove his access to his own personal magic. He is here to help and nothing more.”
“You know, I think beating my head against a brick wall might garner me more results,” Stiles says, he’s laying his forehead against his desk and he’s so frustrated that he wants to cry.
It’s really hard to search for something that no one seems to know anything about, except it’s a sphere and can show the future.
There are apparently a lot of spheres that can tell the future, none of them are the one that Thor and Loki are searching for.
“If you manage to find a brick wall on the Helicarrier to do that, let me know. We could probably charge with the frustration level as of late,” Crawford says.
Stiles hears the whisp of page turning and looks up to see what exactly Crawford is working on. They’ve mostly depleted their paper sources and have moved on to the web-based searches. Crawford isn’t even pretending to work anymore; he has a copy of People magazine open on his desk. He must be really frustrated if he’s reading personal material during work times.
“When are the Avengers coming back?”
“Today, sometime, Clint’s going to text when they get here,” Stiles grins, he can’t help himself and Crawford looks over at him, rolls his eyes and mutters something along the lines of ‘young love’ under his breath.
They might, once Clint returns, hit that magical third date and he can make it to second base without Tony forcing him into some sort of electronic chastity belt.
Then he remembers that the Avengers have been gone for almost three days on a series of wild-goose chases and the smiles vanishes.
Thor and Loki came here to Earth in search of the Sphere, which meant it had to be here. They had tracked it, somehow, here. And if Thor is off searching with the Avengers without finding it…
“Loki,” Stiles mutters, he rubs at the spot on the back of his neck, Loki knows more about how to track the sphere than he’s told any of them. And maybe Clint and the others are right; maybe he’s helping Thor search for the sphere for his own purposes…
Or maybe he’s waiting for someone to ask the right questions.
“With all due respect, sir, I’m an adult,” Stiles says, he’s standing at attention, eyes focused on a spot on the wall behind Director Fury. It has taken him two days to get this meeting and four hours to figure out a way to ditch Clint so that he could attend it.
“Since we don’t hire children, I would hope so,” Director Fury says. He’s staring at him, unblinking. It’s unnerving.
“Loki knows how to find the sphere,” Stiles says. Director Fury blinks at him but doesn’t say a word. “He has to, I don’t know him on a personal level, not like you guys, but he doesn’t strike me as the type of person to go on a road trip for the sake of brotherly bonding.”
They sit there in silence and Director Fury stares at him and Stiles counts the indents in the wall and wonders how many of them are actually lined with explosives and tries his damnedest to not fidget or beg for forgiveness.
“You’ll have ten minutes,” Director Fury says finally.
“Awesome,” Stiles breathes, now he just has to come up with a way to make Loki tell him everything he knows.
“And I’ll accompany you, since if I don’t the Avengers will most likely break out into fisticuffs to determine which one would go with you.”
He’s pacing the room when they get there, some sort of erratic pattern that probably makes sense in his own head. He stops dead when the door opens and his face moves into a bland, bored expression when Director Fury walks in.
Stiles follows and the door closes quietly behind them.
The man, Loki, Stiles knows this, looks between them, brow furrowing slightly, his nose wrinkles as he sniffs delicately, and he focuses more intently on Stiles.
“Is SHIELD bringing children to work for them now?” he asks, his voice is soft, pleasant sounding with a hint of an accent.
Director Fury is silent, standing near the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m Agent Stilinski, I um, wanted to talk to you about the sphere,” he says, he stands there on one side of the table, Loki on the other, Director Fury watching with a blank expression on his face.
“What more can I tell you that I have not already shared?”
“How about where it is,” Stiles says, he takes a step forward and pulls out a chair, slides in to the seat and crosses his hands together.
“And what makes you believe that I have any knowledge of its location,” Loki sounds curious, and he doesn’t outright deny that he has any idea where the sphere is so Stiles counts it as a win.
Stiles smiles.
“Because, honestly, I don’t think you’d be here if you didn’t. I think you thought this would be a quick in and out and SHIELD and the Avengers would probably never be the wiser, and you were probably bored being bound up in your shiny chains and not able to make a move without someone watching you.”
Loki narrows his eyes at him, his shoulders squaring as he holds himself stiff and tall.
“Do I not terrify you? The last that I was here I brought your city, I brought this ship to its knees.”
“Of course you do, I’m not stupid,” Stiles fights to keep from rolling his eyes. “But life in the city goes on, and the ship flies on and to be perfectly honest, I’ve faced scarier things than you.”
“You are what, all of twelve years, what could you possibly have faced that is more terrifying than I?” Loki asks, he leans forward over the table and he’s sniffing at him again, it’s oddly familiar, being so similar to the way the wolves sniff to gain a scent. Behind him where he can’t see he’s sure that Director Fury is moving closer, ready to intervene if necessary.
“I don’t know; there was the Alpha Pack with nothing but my lacrosse stick and an Alpha that couldn’t plan an offensive campaign if it hand delivered itself to him. There was the Ogre, and the fairies aren’t so much scary as annoying,” he waves a hand.
“An Alpha Pack,” Loki says slowly, his eyes are narrowing and Stiles would run fleeing from the room but then Loki will most likely not share anything with them.
“An Alpha Pack is a pack of Alpha Werewolves that are bound together by their need to subjugate weaker packs and take their territory for their own, they do not leave survivors, let alone human survivors.”
“Who said they were the ones that survived.”
“What do you know of magic?” Loki had asked and Stiles had shrugged. He’s knows some, they don’t tend to run into many witches and the few things that he himself has managed to do he doesn’t actually count as magic.
He sits at his desk in his office, Clint has already been by once and they’re supposed to meet in twenty minutes for dinner in the cafeteria and a movie that they’ll watch on Stiles’ laptop in his room.
The rest of the Avengers have left the Helicarrier so Stiles is hopeful that they might actually make it to third base before Tony turns on the sprinkler system or has Clint somehow electronically ejected from his room.
He runs his thumb over the keypad of his phone and then punches in the series of numbers. He has them memorized because writing them down somewhere means that the pack would have found them and considering the number doesn’t call any one of them they would have been suspicious enough to investigate.
The phone goes to voice mail which he expected and he waits for the electronic voice to stop talking and the beep.
“It’s me; I need to see you, same place, normal time.”