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FIC: TeenWolf/Avengers - Stiles Stilinski: Agent of SHIELD - 17/? - PG-13
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 17/?
He leans his head against the side of his seat and closes his eyes, the plane is in the air and Agent Coulson had, thankfully, not wanted to debrief them right at that moment.
Or maybe he just doesn’t want to debrief him.
It’s probably a good thing; Stiles had gotten a good look at himself in the mirror when he’d visited the restroom (Crawford an ever-present shadow beside him) and his face was sheet white, his eyes huge in his face.
To his own eyes he visibly looks about seven seconds away from a break and not being able to reach his father on his phone hadn’t helped matters much.
He’d left a message that he hopes didn’t sound too crazy, and his phone is on vibrate in his pocket so when his father calls him back he’ll know.
Someone sits next to him and Stiles issues a small prayer to whatever deity is listening that it not be someone who wants to talk.
“Do you want to talk about?” Clint asks, when Stiles lifts his head and opens his eyes.
“No.”
“Okay,” Clint tugs him so he’s leaning against him, arm going around him and pressing his head down on his shoulder.
“Does this mean that you’re not mad anymore?”
“I was never mad,” Clint just sits there, a quiet and steady presence. Stiles closes his eyes again and goes back to breathing.
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Stiles doesn’t ask about the knife, they brought it with them and SHIELD put it somewhere for safe keeping; Stiles couldn’t in good conscience leave it behind. The knife needs to be cleansed; the witches murdered by it laid to final rest.
“We need to find enough witches to form a temporary coven,” Stiles says and Crawford makes a noise and turns to face him. On his computer screen ‘Tony’ had somehow gotten a body and is doing the Macarena, it’s slightly disturbing though it does make him smile which was probably his intent.
“Do you happen to know enough witches that can do that? Because I don’t and I’m pretty sure that an ad on Craig’s List isn’t the way that you want to go, unless you want some fruitcakes with a side of insanity.”
“God no,” Stiles winces “There’s a forum we can use, put out some feelers, see if anyone is willing to help.”
They’d found it be accident, but there’s some knowledgeable people that pop up on it every once in a while. They don’t normally stay around for too long, there must be another, top secret forum that Stiles, Danny and Lydia have never been invited to join. And they’d learned early on that the key on the forum to getting what you want is to be honest without being too honest.
They normally leave that up to Danny, he’s masterful at it; but Danny’s not here and Stiles isn’t going to involve his pack in this unless he absolutely, positively has too.
His phone rings at his desk and he picks it up rubbing at his forehead, “Stilinski.”
“Hey, you okay? You sounded a bit…” his dad doesn’t go into any detail. Stiles is pretty sure that he sounded crazy on the phone.
“Just wanted to check and make sure you were okay,” Stiles says, forcing his voice to be light and not at all worried.
Of the visions that the sphere had shown him; him and his dad on their knees with their hands tied behind their back, blood on their faces and Derek snarling at some unknown enemy in full blown Alpha form had been one of the more disturbing ones.
Mostly because of the blood and his dad and him and the fact that wasn’t an Avenger to be seen and he’s not sure that that means.
He hasn’t had a chance to sit down and ask Thor how likely it was that the visions that the sphere had shown them would come true. If there was a way to change things so that the events that were shown would not come to pass.
He hopes that he can make a different choice and have that not happen.
“I’m fine, Scott’s already been by to search the house for contraband this week and the Katie at the grocery store wouldn’t let me buy my bag of cheese puffs. How are you managing to do that from where you are?”
“I just want you to live a long and healthy life, dad,” Stiles says.
“Then let me enjoy some stuff, kid.”
“There’s been nothing bad going on? No apocalypses or end of the world type events?”
“Scott and Allison are taking a break again, does that count?”
“No, that just means that it’s February, they’ll be made up by Easter.”
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“So where do we stand on the knife?” Coulson asks at their next meeting. Stiles fidgets a little, because he doesn’t want to talk about the knife. He’s tired of talking about the knife and explaining what he’d gotten from it.
Most of all he’s tired of the remembered screams of witches being murdered.
“I’ve got some calls out, I might have enough witches to form a full coven and then it’s just a matter of…” he waves a hand.
Coulson looks at him, a line forming between his eyes.
“I thought witches didn’t form covens.”
Stiles looks at him and thinks, he has vivid recollections of all the reports that he’s written, “I don’t remember doing a report on witches, did I do one and forget about it?”
Coulson shakes his head, “when you were otherwise detained,” read, kidnapped by Dreymona, “one of your pack members mentioned witches, magic and the fact that contrary to the stories of old they’re solitary creatures that don’t form covens.”
“Well actually most of the stories of old, fairy tales and such had witches performing their spells by themselves. Even Disney got that part right. But for something that needs a lot of power, like cleaning the knife, for example, a temporary coven can be formed and all the power of the combined spell crafting can be channeled into one task.”
“So the knife tested positive for blood residue, mostly on the handle and in the pockets between where the handle end and the blade itself really begins. Obviously whoever wielded it didn’t clean the knife completely between…”
“Murders,” Stiles supplies helpfully.
“Exactly.”
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Once he explains a half-dozen times what he’s looking to do, the knife that he found and what it had been used for, it seems like he’s got witches of actual and imagined power that want to participate in the ritual.
He does supernatural background checks on all of them to make sure that no one has tried to take over the world or subjugate another supernatural species. Then he chooses eight names and wipes the history so that SHIELD won’t have names and backgrounds on 37 witches.
And it’s not that he doesn’t trust SHIELD, it’s just he doesn’t want to be the one that that outs an entire society to them.
He likes to think maybe he at least learned from Laurentville.
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He’s curled up watching a movie on his laptop when the he hears the tapping on his door, he makes a face because he’s almost to a good part and he’d kind of wanted to finish the movie and have an early night.
He’s got his coven, provided everyone signs the papers that he’s been assured had been couriered by SHIELD agents to them, now he just needs to find some sort of neutral ground to perform the ceremony.
It has to be neutral ground, eight witches of varying degrees of power with no bounds?
“Hey,” he says when he opens the door and sees Clint kind of lounging there. “I thought you guys were gone?”
“Took Thor and Loki back to the drop point,” Clint says, he touches Stiles’ hand and Stiles steps back and lets him enter, closing and securing the door behind him.
“You want to finish watching a movie with me?” he asks and Clint settles on his side on his bed, tugs Stiles down to lay down in front of him and presses a button on the laptop to start the movie back up.
He feels Clint’s lips against the back of his neck and when something amusing happens he’s the only that laughs.
“I can turn it off,” he offers, he lays his hand over the one that Clint’s got resting on his hip, squeezing his fingers.
“It’s good,” Clint mumbles, he sounds half asleep and Stiles squirms and shift until he’s on his back. Clint has his eyes shut and a ghost of a smile on his lips. He looks exhausted though Stiles can’t think of any reason why, the Avengers haven’t had a mission since they returned from Helsinki and Clint hasn’t had a solo mission since Christmas.
“Pre-Mission briefings,” Clint says, his eyes don’t open though he curls into Stiles’ side, head sharing the same pillow.
“Don’t read my mind,” Stiles murmurs, he drags his fingers across Clint’s face, tracing his lips. Clint smiles softly at him. “It’s our fourth date, no one is going to come breaking through that door threatening pain and dismemberment; and you’re going to be asleep in like ten minutes, aren’t you?”
“I’ll be up in two hours, max,” Clint says, he bites the tips of Stiles’ fingers.
“Then I’ll be asleep,” Stiles says. He actually works a normal schedule and sleeps at normal people times.
“Then I’ll wake you up,” Clint somehow manages a leer with eyes closed and half asleep. It’s commendable in a way. Clint tugs him in closer and uses arms and legs to latch him into place. He should shift and turn off the movie; instead he lets it continue to play in the background and closes his eyes.
He’ll take a quick nap and maybe when Clint wakes up they’ll have fourth date, yay no one is going to interrupt us sex.
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When he wakes up they’ve shifted, evidently.
Either that or his mattress has gained sentience and is breathing underneath him.
Considering that Clint has apparently lost his shirt at some point during the night, which he slept through? What the fuck?! He could have been running hands over naked Clint-flesh!
Though his head is resting on a warm chest and there are arms wrapped tightly around him and he feels safe and warm and he thinks this might be one of his new favorite places on earth.
“Next time, we sleep at my place,” Clint says, his voice sounds sleep rough so he’s obviously just woken up.
“Then you’re flying me to work in the morning,” Stiles says, he shifts so he’s lying flat on Clint. Looking up at him while Clint reaches out and cups his face in one hand, running his thumb over his cheek.
“I’m really okay with that,” Stiles says, he grins brightly and sits up. Straddling Clint’s chest and grinning down at him. Clint laughs at him and there’s a quick, hands here and twist there and suddenly Stiles is flat on his back and not quite sure how he got there and Clint is smirking down at him and tugging at the tie on his sweatpants.
Stiles laughs and helps him.
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He shifts in his chair and makes a face that has Crawford smirking knowingly at his computer and ‘Tony’ rolling his eyes at him.
“I think I found a place,” Stiles says, mostly to make the conversation go in a direction that doesn’t have anything to do with his sex life. Which is now more than him, his right hand and some porn. Yay him!
He grins to himself.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he frowns at the really too short list of places that can be used as neutral ground. It’s a much shorter list than he remembers; some of the packs in surrounding packlands have expanded their lands a lot since the last time he tried to find neutral ground.
He’s not sure if he should talk to Derek about it or not. He probably should, though he’s going to put it off until after they cleanse the knife.
No sense inviting trouble in the form of werewolves to a witches ritual.
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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 17/?
He leans his head against the side of his seat and closes his eyes, the plane is in the air and Agent Coulson had, thankfully, not wanted to debrief them right at that moment.
Or maybe he just doesn’t want to debrief him.
It’s probably a good thing; Stiles had gotten a good look at himself in the mirror when he’d visited the restroom (Crawford an ever-present shadow beside him) and his face was sheet white, his eyes huge in his face.
To his own eyes he visibly looks about seven seconds away from a break and not being able to reach his father on his phone hadn’t helped matters much.
He’d left a message that he hopes didn’t sound too crazy, and his phone is on vibrate in his pocket so when his father calls him back he’ll know.
Someone sits next to him and Stiles issues a small prayer to whatever deity is listening that it not be someone who wants to talk.
“Do you want to talk about?” Clint asks, when Stiles lifts his head and opens his eyes.
“No.”
“Okay,” Clint tugs him so he’s leaning against him, arm going around him and pressing his head down on his shoulder.
“Does this mean that you’re not mad anymore?”
“I was never mad,” Clint just sits there, a quiet and steady presence. Stiles closes his eyes again and goes back to breathing.
Stiles doesn’t ask about the knife, they brought it with them and SHIELD put it somewhere for safe keeping; Stiles couldn’t in good conscience leave it behind. The knife needs to be cleansed; the witches murdered by it laid to final rest.
“We need to find enough witches to form a temporary coven,” Stiles says and Crawford makes a noise and turns to face him. On his computer screen ‘Tony’ had somehow gotten a body and is doing the Macarena, it’s slightly disturbing though it does make him smile which was probably his intent.
“Do you happen to know enough witches that can do that? Because I don’t and I’m pretty sure that an ad on Craig’s List isn’t the way that you want to go, unless you want some fruitcakes with a side of insanity.”
“God no,” Stiles winces “There’s a forum we can use, put out some feelers, see if anyone is willing to help.”
They’d found it be accident, but there’s some knowledgeable people that pop up on it every once in a while. They don’t normally stay around for too long, there must be another, top secret forum that Stiles, Danny and Lydia have never been invited to join. And they’d learned early on that the key on the forum to getting what you want is to be honest without being too honest.
They normally leave that up to Danny, he’s masterful at it; but Danny’s not here and Stiles isn’t going to involve his pack in this unless he absolutely, positively has too.
His phone rings at his desk and he picks it up rubbing at his forehead, “Stilinski.”
“Hey, you okay? You sounded a bit…” his dad doesn’t go into any detail. Stiles is pretty sure that he sounded crazy on the phone.
“Just wanted to check and make sure you were okay,” Stiles says, forcing his voice to be light and not at all worried.
Of the visions that the sphere had shown him; him and his dad on their knees with their hands tied behind their back, blood on their faces and Derek snarling at some unknown enemy in full blown Alpha form had been one of the more disturbing ones.
Mostly because of the blood and his dad and him and the fact that wasn’t an Avenger to be seen and he’s not sure that that means.
He hasn’t had a chance to sit down and ask Thor how likely it was that the visions that the sphere had shown them would come true. If there was a way to change things so that the events that were shown would not come to pass.
He hopes that he can make a different choice and have that not happen.
“I’m fine, Scott’s already been by to search the house for contraband this week and the Katie at the grocery store wouldn’t let me buy my bag of cheese puffs. How are you managing to do that from where you are?”
“I just want you to live a long and healthy life, dad,” Stiles says.
“Then let me enjoy some stuff, kid.”
“There’s been nothing bad going on? No apocalypses or end of the world type events?”
“Scott and Allison are taking a break again, does that count?”
“No, that just means that it’s February, they’ll be made up by Easter.”
“So where do we stand on the knife?” Coulson asks at their next meeting. Stiles fidgets a little, because he doesn’t want to talk about the knife. He’s tired of talking about the knife and explaining what he’d gotten from it.
Most of all he’s tired of the remembered screams of witches being murdered.
“I’ve got some calls out, I might have enough witches to form a full coven and then it’s just a matter of…” he waves a hand.
Coulson looks at him, a line forming between his eyes.
“I thought witches didn’t form covens.”
Stiles looks at him and thinks, he has vivid recollections of all the reports that he’s written, “I don’t remember doing a report on witches, did I do one and forget about it?”
Coulson shakes his head, “when you were otherwise detained,” read, kidnapped by Dreymona, “one of your pack members mentioned witches, magic and the fact that contrary to the stories of old they’re solitary creatures that don’t form covens.”
“Well actually most of the stories of old, fairy tales and such had witches performing their spells by themselves. Even Disney got that part right. But for something that needs a lot of power, like cleaning the knife, for example, a temporary coven can be formed and all the power of the combined spell crafting can be channeled into one task.”
“So the knife tested positive for blood residue, mostly on the handle and in the pockets between where the handle end and the blade itself really begins. Obviously whoever wielded it didn’t clean the knife completely between…”
“Murders,” Stiles supplies helpfully.
“Exactly.”
Once he explains a half-dozen times what he’s looking to do, the knife that he found and what it had been used for, it seems like he’s got witches of actual and imagined power that want to participate in the ritual.
He does supernatural background checks on all of them to make sure that no one has tried to take over the world or subjugate another supernatural species. Then he chooses eight names and wipes the history so that SHIELD won’t have names and backgrounds on 37 witches.
And it’s not that he doesn’t trust SHIELD, it’s just he doesn’t want to be the one that that outs an entire society to them.
He likes to think maybe he at least learned from Laurentville.
He’s curled up watching a movie on his laptop when the he hears the tapping on his door, he makes a face because he’s almost to a good part and he’d kind of wanted to finish the movie and have an early night.
He’s got his coven, provided everyone signs the papers that he’s been assured had been couriered by SHIELD agents to them, now he just needs to find some sort of neutral ground to perform the ceremony.
It has to be neutral ground, eight witches of varying degrees of power with no bounds?
“Hey,” he says when he opens the door and sees Clint kind of lounging there. “I thought you guys were gone?”
“Took Thor and Loki back to the drop point,” Clint says, he touches Stiles’ hand and Stiles steps back and lets him enter, closing and securing the door behind him.
“You want to finish watching a movie with me?” he asks and Clint settles on his side on his bed, tugs Stiles down to lay down in front of him and presses a button on the laptop to start the movie back up.
He feels Clint’s lips against the back of his neck and when something amusing happens he’s the only that laughs.
“I can turn it off,” he offers, he lays his hand over the one that Clint’s got resting on his hip, squeezing his fingers.
“It’s good,” Clint mumbles, he sounds half asleep and Stiles squirms and shift until he’s on his back. Clint has his eyes shut and a ghost of a smile on his lips. He looks exhausted though Stiles can’t think of any reason why, the Avengers haven’t had a mission since they returned from Helsinki and Clint hasn’t had a solo mission since Christmas.
“Pre-Mission briefings,” Clint says, his eyes don’t open though he curls into Stiles’ side, head sharing the same pillow.
“Don’t read my mind,” Stiles murmurs, he drags his fingers across Clint’s face, tracing his lips. Clint smiles softly at him. “It’s our fourth date, no one is going to come breaking through that door threatening pain and dismemberment; and you’re going to be asleep in like ten minutes, aren’t you?”
“I’ll be up in two hours, max,” Clint says, he bites the tips of Stiles’ fingers.
“Then I’ll be asleep,” Stiles says. He actually works a normal schedule and sleeps at normal people times.
“Then I’ll wake you up,” Clint somehow manages a leer with eyes closed and half asleep. It’s commendable in a way. Clint tugs him in closer and uses arms and legs to latch him into place. He should shift and turn off the movie; instead he lets it continue to play in the background and closes his eyes.
He’ll take a quick nap and maybe when Clint wakes up they’ll have fourth date, yay no one is going to interrupt us sex.
When he wakes up they’ve shifted, evidently.
Either that or his mattress has gained sentience and is breathing underneath him.
Considering that Clint has apparently lost his shirt at some point during the night, which he slept through? What the fuck?! He could have been running hands over naked Clint-flesh!
Though his head is resting on a warm chest and there are arms wrapped tightly around him and he feels safe and warm and he thinks this might be one of his new favorite places on earth.
“Next time, we sleep at my place,” Clint says, his voice sounds sleep rough so he’s obviously just woken up.
“Then you’re flying me to work in the morning,” Stiles says, he shifts so he’s lying flat on Clint. Looking up at him while Clint reaches out and cups his face in one hand, running his thumb over his cheek.
“I’m really okay with that,” Stiles says, he grins brightly and sits up. Straddling Clint’s chest and grinning down at him. Clint laughs at him and there’s a quick, hands here and twist there and suddenly Stiles is flat on his back and not quite sure how he got there and Clint is smirking down at him and tugging at the tie on his sweatpants.
Stiles laughs and helps him.
He shifts in his chair and makes a face that has Crawford smirking knowingly at his computer and ‘Tony’ rolling his eyes at him.
“I think I found a place,” Stiles says, mostly to make the conversation go in a direction that doesn’t have anything to do with his sex life. Which is now more than him, his right hand and some porn. Yay him!
He grins to himself.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he frowns at the really too short list of places that can be used as neutral ground. It’s a much shorter list than he remembers; some of the packs in surrounding packlands have expanded their lands a lot since the last time he tried to find neutral ground.
He’s not sure if he should talk to Derek about it or not. He probably should, though he’s going to put it off until after they cleanse the knife.
No sense inviting trouble in the form of werewolves to a witches ritual.