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FIC: TeenWolf/Avengers - Stiles Stilinski: Agent of SHIELD - 27/? - 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 27/?
His room is actually exactly the same when he gets back to the Helicarrier at 0 dark 30. He’d been kind of hoping for a half-naked Clint to be reclining on his bed (if wishes were horses then… well they’d probably be crapping all over his bedroom floor and he wouldn’t have anywhere to sleep).
Instead if a half-naked Clint, he keys into his room and finds that the light on his dresser isn’t working and the pile of dirty laundry is still sitting in the corner waiting for someone to toss it into appropriate bin for cleaning.
He sighs, drops his bags by the door, closes it and walks four steps to collapse face first on his bed.
All that stuff will still be there in the morning.
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He shrugs into a uniform and he ignores how the fabric presses uncomfortably against his remaining bruises.
He’s going to be all alone in his office, no Crawford (still confined to medical, he makes a mental note to visit after lunch), no Clint with papers spread out across the table along one wall. He contemplates for about seven seconds just not going in and spending the time bugging Crawford in medical.
His office is going to quiet and boring and it’ll be just him and his computer and ‘Tony’ doing the mamba on his computer screen.
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“Good morning,” he hears as soon as he opens the door. He fumbles his travel mug of coffee, thankfully with lid still on or he’d be wearing said mug of coffee and manfully manages to choke back a scream.
There’s a woman sitting at Crawford’s desk. She looks alarmed at having alarmed him and is slowly coming around Crawford’s desk.
“Did someone forget to tell me that Crawford was having a sex change, that seems like the sort of thing that he would normally put in my calendar,” Stiles says, he presses the hand not clutching his mug to his chest.
“I’m Specialist Lynsey, you can call me Darla or Lynsey,” the woman says with a shrug.
“Okay,” Stiles says slowly, the door is still open; he could inch out if she’d just look away. He doesn’t really want to look like he’s running away from a woman but…
“Agent Coulson sent me to help you while Specialist Crawford is in medical,” she says, she smiles brightly at him. Tony is going to eat her alive, let alone Clint.
“No,” Stiles says, he says it in his firm, ‘I don’t care if you’re the fucking Alpha you’re not the boss of me’ voice.
“Um,” Darla blinks at him and Stiles turns on his heel and leaves.
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“I don’t need help,” Stiles says, Agent Coulson had been in with someone else and he’s spent the last twenty minutes fuming in a chair right outside his office.
“Crawford says that you do,” Agent Coulson says, he steeples his hands together on his desk and looks at him.
“Well he’s wrong,” Stiles says, Agent Coulson raises an eyebrow at him. “And what are her qualifications, because you know that what we do is kind of,” he waves his hand.
“I gave Crawford a list of names; he did the research and picked the best candidate from the pile.”
“He’s only been here for three days,” Stiles says with narrowed eyes.
“And it’s only for a few weeks while Crawford recuperates, if he’s not worrying about you trying to do your work and his work maybe he’ll actually do what the doctors tell him to do.”
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He goes to see Crawford. Because it’s not like he doesn’t believe Agent Coulson, it’s just…
Well he thinks that if Crawford had thoughts about replacing himself that he would have at least called and made mention of that fact.
“Your face is doing that thing again, I thought we already talked about that,” Crawford says, his eyes are open the barest crack, Stiles can see just the little bit of his eye. It’s actually a bit disconcerting and makes him wonder if Crawford talks in his sleep.
“There was a girl in our office this morning,” he says and Crawford makes a hmming noise.
“That’s Specialist Lynsey, good, I didn’t think that Agent Coulson had time to get things moved around but it looks like he did,” Crawford mumbles.
Stiles narrows his eyes a little and his mouth twists.
“You look really pale, you would tell me if you were dying, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m not dying,” Crawford says.
“Well there’s a girl in our office, what am I supposed to do with her? I could have handled things you know; I was research guy for a lot of years. I have research-fu that we haven’t even begun to utilize,” Stiles waggles his fingers at Crawford and Crawford huffs out a little laugh.
“If you’re that annoyed about her being there have her sort through the filing cabinets,” Crawford smiles a little smile. “That way that get sorted through and I don’t have to be there to watch the office explode into disarray.”
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He puts her to work sorting through the filing cabinets. Putting the stack of stuff that Clint had been working on before the Avengers had gone to Asgard in a pile on the corner of his desk and giving her the large table to work with.
“Crawford’s got this thing about errant sheets of paper,” Stiles says as he leans back in his chair and watches her unload the first drawer.
“You mean he has a severe case of OCD,” Darla says. “When we worked together on background checks he would freak out when someone left a coffee cup on the corner of his desk, then spend twenty minutes scrubbing at the spot.”
“So you know Crawford then?”
“We got hired at about the same time, he’s, well he’s a nice guy if you ignore the OCD and the fact that all the good ones are always gay. It gets annoying after a while.”
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“So how is Specialist Lynsey working out for you?” Agent Coulson asks, he’s sitting ramrod straight at his desk, periodically his eyes flicker away to glance at the clock on the wall.
“She’s doing fine, she found my cellphone in the third drawer she went through and she’s weeding a lot of the crap out so there’s not nearly as much paper as there was. She’s talking about getting it scanned into PDF’s so it can be saved somewhere and we search for it electronically but we’re waiting until she goes through the remainder.”
“Specialist Crawford will be released onto light duty on Monday; if you’re amenable I would like Lynsey to continue working with you for the interim.”
“But Crawford is still mine, right? This isn’t some roundabout way of sneaking him away from me and giving me someone else?”
“Lynsey speaks Spanish near fluently but has expressed no interest in learning additional languages, she’ll be helping you out for only as long as Crawford needs an extra set of hands and you deem her a worthwhile addition to your team.”
“Okay, good.”
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He stops at the cafeteria to get a sad looking ham and Swiss cheese sandwich and a bag of chips. He’s juggling those, a bottle of water and attempting to get his keycard out of his pocket when the door to his office swings open.
“Thanks Darla,” he says as he stumbles his way in then gets a good look at what’s going on in his office and promptly drops everything. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“We came to tell you we were back and she was in here,” Tony’s hands are waving and his face is a little red which does nothing to mask the bruise across one cheek.
“That’s Darla, Specialist Lynsey, she’s helping me out while Crawford’s in medical,” Stiles say, he peels Clint’s hands off her chest and lets Darla hide behind him.
“Hi, how about you manhandle me and not my minions,” Stiles suggests. Clint looks at him and Stiles would never call Agent Coulson a lying liar that lies but there are bruises and cuts and Clint looks kind of fragile in a way that he’s never seen before.
“Why is Crawford in medical?” Natasha asks, he can see her over Clint’s shoulder for just a second before Clint pulls him into a hug.
“There was a thing and Crawford got hurt, but he’s fine now,” he assures Clint’s shoulder.
Coulson will probably report out the whole thing in some messy debrief that he’s really hoping that he’s not present for because he’s sure there’s going to be yelling in the form of ‘why the hell didn’t you contact us via telepathy and tell us what the fuck was going on’.
“He’ll be back to work on Monday,” he says, Clint draws back and cups his face in one hand, Stiles smiles up at him and Clint leans forward so that their foreheads are touching. “I take your thing was kind of a mess?”
“We’re all present and accounted for,” Clint says.
Stiles hmms and thinks that statement leaves a lot up for interpretation.
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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 27/?
His room is actually exactly the same when he gets back to the Helicarrier at 0 dark 30. He’d been kind of hoping for a half-naked Clint to be reclining on his bed (if wishes were horses then… well they’d probably be crapping all over his bedroom floor and he wouldn’t have anywhere to sleep).
Instead if a half-naked Clint, he keys into his room and finds that the light on his dresser isn’t working and the pile of dirty laundry is still sitting in the corner waiting for someone to toss it into appropriate bin for cleaning.
He sighs, drops his bags by the door, closes it and walks four steps to collapse face first on his bed.
All that stuff will still be there in the morning.
He shrugs into a uniform and he ignores how the fabric presses uncomfortably against his remaining bruises.
He’s going to be all alone in his office, no Crawford (still confined to medical, he makes a mental note to visit after lunch), no Clint with papers spread out across the table along one wall. He contemplates for about seven seconds just not going in and spending the time bugging Crawford in medical.
His office is going to quiet and boring and it’ll be just him and his computer and ‘Tony’ doing the mamba on his computer screen.
“Good morning,” he hears as soon as he opens the door. He fumbles his travel mug of coffee, thankfully with lid still on or he’d be wearing said mug of coffee and manfully manages to choke back a scream.
There’s a woman sitting at Crawford’s desk. She looks alarmed at having alarmed him and is slowly coming around Crawford’s desk.
“Did someone forget to tell me that Crawford was having a sex change, that seems like the sort of thing that he would normally put in my calendar,” Stiles says, he presses the hand not clutching his mug to his chest.
“I’m Specialist Lynsey, you can call me Darla or Lynsey,” the woman says with a shrug.
“Okay,” Stiles says slowly, the door is still open; he could inch out if she’d just look away. He doesn’t really want to look like he’s running away from a woman but…
“Agent Coulson sent me to help you while Specialist Crawford is in medical,” she says, she smiles brightly at him. Tony is going to eat her alive, let alone Clint.
“No,” Stiles says, he says it in his firm, ‘I don’t care if you’re the fucking Alpha you’re not the boss of me’ voice.
“Um,” Darla blinks at him and Stiles turns on his heel and leaves.
“I don’t need help,” Stiles says, Agent Coulson had been in with someone else and he’s spent the last twenty minutes fuming in a chair right outside his office.
“Crawford says that you do,” Agent Coulson says, he steeples his hands together on his desk and looks at him.
“Well he’s wrong,” Stiles says, Agent Coulson raises an eyebrow at him. “And what are her qualifications, because you know that what we do is kind of,” he waves his hand.
“I gave Crawford a list of names; he did the research and picked the best candidate from the pile.”
“He’s only been here for three days,” Stiles says with narrowed eyes.
“And it’s only for a few weeks while Crawford recuperates, if he’s not worrying about you trying to do your work and his work maybe he’ll actually do what the doctors tell him to do.”
He goes to see Crawford. Because it’s not like he doesn’t believe Agent Coulson, it’s just…
Well he thinks that if Crawford had thoughts about replacing himself that he would have at least called and made mention of that fact.
“Your face is doing that thing again, I thought we already talked about that,” Crawford says, his eyes are open the barest crack, Stiles can see just the little bit of his eye. It’s actually a bit disconcerting and makes him wonder if Crawford talks in his sleep.
“There was a girl in our office this morning,” he says and Crawford makes a hmming noise.
“That’s Specialist Lynsey, good, I didn’t think that Agent Coulson had time to get things moved around but it looks like he did,” Crawford mumbles.
Stiles narrows his eyes a little and his mouth twists.
“You look really pale, you would tell me if you were dying, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m not dying,” Crawford says.
“Well there’s a girl in our office, what am I supposed to do with her? I could have handled things you know; I was research guy for a lot of years. I have research-fu that we haven’t even begun to utilize,” Stiles waggles his fingers at Crawford and Crawford huffs out a little laugh.
“If you’re that annoyed about her being there have her sort through the filing cabinets,” Crawford smiles a little smile. “That way that get sorted through and I don’t have to be there to watch the office explode into disarray.”
He puts her to work sorting through the filing cabinets. Putting the stack of stuff that Clint had been working on before the Avengers had gone to Asgard in a pile on the corner of his desk and giving her the large table to work with.
“Crawford’s got this thing about errant sheets of paper,” Stiles says as he leans back in his chair and watches her unload the first drawer.
“You mean he has a severe case of OCD,” Darla says. “When we worked together on background checks he would freak out when someone left a coffee cup on the corner of his desk, then spend twenty minutes scrubbing at the spot.”
“So you know Crawford then?”
“We got hired at about the same time, he’s, well he’s a nice guy if you ignore the OCD and the fact that all the good ones are always gay. It gets annoying after a while.”
“So how is Specialist Lynsey working out for you?” Agent Coulson asks, he’s sitting ramrod straight at his desk, periodically his eyes flicker away to glance at the clock on the wall.
“She’s doing fine, she found my cellphone in the third drawer she went through and she’s weeding a lot of the crap out so there’s not nearly as much paper as there was. She’s talking about getting it scanned into PDF’s so it can be saved somewhere and we search for it electronically but we’re waiting until she goes through the remainder.”
“Specialist Crawford will be released onto light duty on Monday; if you’re amenable I would like Lynsey to continue working with you for the interim.”
“But Crawford is still mine, right? This isn’t some roundabout way of sneaking him away from me and giving me someone else?”
“Lynsey speaks Spanish near fluently but has expressed no interest in learning additional languages, she’ll be helping you out for only as long as Crawford needs an extra set of hands and you deem her a worthwhile addition to your team.”
“Okay, good.”
He stops at the cafeteria to get a sad looking ham and Swiss cheese sandwich and a bag of chips. He’s juggling those, a bottle of water and attempting to get his keycard out of his pocket when the door to his office swings open.
“Thanks Darla,” he says as he stumbles his way in then gets a good look at what’s going on in his office and promptly drops everything. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“We came to tell you we were back and she was in here,” Tony’s hands are waving and his face is a little red which does nothing to mask the bruise across one cheek.
“That’s Darla, Specialist Lynsey, she’s helping me out while Crawford’s in medical,” Stiles say, he peels Clint’s hands off her chest and lets Darla hide behind him.
“Hi, how about you manhandle me and not my minions,” Stiles suggests. Clint looks at him and Stiles would never call Agent Coulson a lying liar that lies but there are bruises and cuts and Clint looks kind of fragile in a way that he’s never seen before.
“Why is Crawford in medical?” Natasha asks, he can see her over Clint’s shoulder for just a second before Clint pulls him into a hug.
“There was a thing and Crawford got hurt, but he’s fine now,” he assures Clint’s shoulder.
Coulson will probably report out the whole thing in some messy debrief that he’s really hoping that he’s not present for because he’s sure there’s going to be yelling in the form of ‘why the hell didn’t you contact us via telepathy and tell us what the fuck was going on’.
“He’ll be back to work on Monday,” he says, Clint draws back and cups his face in one hand, Stiles smiles up at him and Clint leans forward so that their foreheads are touching. “I take your thing was kind of a mess?”
“We’re all present and accounted for,” Clint says.
Stiles hmms and thinks that statement leaves a lot up for interpretation.