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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..

Stiles Stilinski, Agent of Shield 26/?

It’s not like Stiles feels like he’s being left behind…

It’s just he feels like he’s being left behind. SHIELD has packed up and moved out, the agents that had come into town to help him being moved back to their normal duty stations or regular assignments or new assignments.

When Crawford is stable and a week into healing up from the gunshot wound they start packing him up too.

“So I’ll see you back on the ‘carrier?” Crawford asks right before they whisk him away and Stiles nods because he doesn’t know what else to say. It feels kind of petty to whine about how he wants to be whisked away when Crawford is still pale and sometimes out of it because of the drugs that he’s getting due to getting shot trying to help him.

“Why’s your face making that expression?” Crawford asks with narrowed eyes.

“That’s his’ you’re all leaving me behind’ look,” Scott says, he’s stationed in a chair by the window, feet propped up on Crawford’s bed.

We are not,” Crawford says, he sounds scandalized. “You’re my boss; do you know how long it’ll take to retrain someone?”

Stiles raises an eyebrow at him.

“I’m telling Agent Coulson,” Crawford mutters, he’s flushing a little and scowling a lot. “Leaving you behind, hah, what do you think Hawkeye would say if he came back from Asgard and got told that we left you behind in Beacon Hills?”

“He’d probably shoot someone,” Stiles says, he smiles a little and Scott snorts. “You don’t get to judge, you get inappropriately turned on when Allison starts talking about defensive tactics and restrings her crossbow in front of you.”

“We weren’t ever going to talk about that,” Scott says a note of betrayal tingeing his voice. “Not in front of people who aren’t us.”

“Crawford isn’t just anyone,” Stiles would call him his minion but that screams evil overlord and Crawford is more sidekick or partner than mindless drone. Besides he thinks Crawford would figure out how to get a weapon into their office to shoot him if he ever called him a minion in his outdoor voice.


Derek spends in inordinate amount of time in his room, it’s disconcerting and Stiles has gotten to the point where he just ignores the gargoyle lurking in the corner.

Though that’s really hard to do when Agent Coulson comes to say goodbye and Derek just stands there in the corner, arms crossed over his chest, glaring.

Agent Coulson doesn’t say anything but Stiles gets defensive on Derek’s behalf anyway.

“It’s because of the kidnapping,” he says, Agent Coulson doesn’t say anything.

“I guess I should count myself lucky that he hasn’t made a pile of blankets on the floor and instituted pack cuddle time right in the middle of my hospital room,” he muses.

Derek growls something that sounds suspiciously like ‘give me time’ and Agent Coulson’s lips twitch, just a little. Barely noticeable unless you’re looking for it.

“So Director Fury has put you back on vacation,” he says. “We’ll expect you back on the ‘carrier in three days, transport has already been arranged for you back into the city.”

“Awesome,” Stiles grins.

Agent Coulson sighs, barely audible but Derek twitches in the corner so Stiles knows he didn’t imagine it.

“I spend an excessive amount of time trying to keep Agent Barton from shooting people for being stupid, I don’t plan on painting a target on my own back now or at any point in the future,” he says. “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, then we’ll see you on the ‘carrier in three days times.”


Lydia is waiting for him when his father brings him home, she looks toned down from her normal amounts of awesome which is mildly alarming.

“We need to talk,” she says, his dad takes one look at the expression on her face and apparently decides that saving himself is more important than protecting his son.

“Traitor,” Stiles calls after him. His dad waves as he’s pulling out of the driveway.

“Come on, have a seat,” Lydia says, Stiles shoots her a wary look, much the way he would with any other dangerous predator, except instead of running for the hills screaming he calmly walks into the living room.


Apparently everyone but him knew that Derek had a thing for him. He lies on his bed and tries to readjust his worldview to include the fact that Derek, who’s always seemed happier when he’s not there, is in fact not happier when he’s not there.

In fact he’s a downright miserable SOB and Lydia wants him to do something about it.

“Like what?” he’d asked.

Because he’s got a boyfriend that he’s really fucking happy with, is almost certainly in love with. And he’s got a job that he really likes. He’s not giving either of those up just because Derek is apparently the sad puppy when he’s not there.

“I don’t know, but figure something out before mutiny is declared.”

“This is not my life.”


He doesn’t do anything; apparently burying his head in the sand is as good a response as anything. He passes his time by spending time with his dad, spending time with the pack (while ignoring this new to him Derek-issue) and calling Agent Coulson to see if he’s heard anything from the Avengers.

He hasn’t, though Crawford is apparently still in medical having developed some infection or something.

“You’d tell me if he’d been infected by Derek, right? Because I don’t remember Derek biting him or scratching him or anything like that.”

“He’s not a werewolf,” Agent Coulson says. “He’s just pushing to get himself back on his feet and developed some upper-respiratory infection that apparently is going around.”

“Well if everyone’s getting sick I don’t know if I really want to come back,” Stiles says.

“The jet will be waiting for you at the strip tomorrow at 5 am, make sure you set your alarm.”

“You mean you can’t do that from where you are?”

Agent Coulson makes a noise that could maybe be a snort from anyone else and hangs up on him.


His dad drives him to the airstrip, Scott dozing in the backseat like an overgrown infant that needs the motion of the car moving to soothe him to sleep.

All the witches, save Stiles, are staying in Beacon Hills. They’re looking for some land to build a house on and the pack has already said that they’d help out when the time came.

Stiles hopes that they don’t let Scott or Isaac near power tools of any sort because he can see blood and many visits to emergency vet services as a result.

“You’re excited about the garden,” he says and his dad doesn’t even look at him strange.

“Haven’t had one since your mom passed,” his dad says. “Didn’t really feel like…” his mouth twists.

It didn’t feel right.


The jet is sitting at the landing strip when they arrive; the pilot isn’t anyone that he recognizes at first glance and it’s been a rough few months so he thinks he can be forgiven for making him show him ID before he let him take his bags.

He hugs his dad.

“Don’t let them give you any shit about not moving into the house,” Stiles advises. The coven wants everyone to be under one roof, Stiles can’t because SHIELD keeps him in a different city and half the time not even anywhere near the ground.

His dad doesn’t know any of them and doesn’t feel comfortable moving in having just met them. He can’t say as he blames him.

“Don’t swear,” his dad says automatically. “And I don’t know it might be nice to have people around, house is awful big with you gone.”

Stiles makes a face, because there’s also something to be said for silence.

“Dude, I can’t believe you weren’t going to wake me up to say goodbye,” Scott’s arms wrap around him from behind.

“You were sleeping so peacefully,” Stiles coos at him, patting his arm. Scott mock growls at him, hugging him tight enough to lift him off the ground.

“Ignore Lydia,” he says against his neck, Stiles stiffens a little and his dad frowns at them.

“Did everyone know about the Derek thing but me?”

“Well I guess to be fair you were gone so you missed all the super pathetic moping he did,” Scott grins.

“Derek doesn’t mope,” Stiles rolls his eyes and shoves his elbow into Scott’s stomach until he lets him go.

“He does, it just looks an awful lot like his grumpy face.”



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