Chapter 7
“Telekinesis.” Lincoln declared, his gaze riveted to the screen. Coulson made a soft humming noise behind him and rewound the footage for the third time. “It's honestly not that rare of a gift. He'd be the fourth or fifth person that I personally have seen with this power.”
“He's also the youngest Inhuman that we've come across so far. If Peter is his father...” Skye trailed off for a moment, not daring to voice how much she hoped that wasn't the case, even if that meant that Stiles had most likely been kidnapped by the older Inhuman. Or it was possibly some sort of romantic relationship that had turned abusive? Oh God, that could be worse than the kidnapping theory, Skye thought. Because Stiles looked like he was still under eighteen.
“Dear God, don't let that bastard be his father.” Bobby prayed, a slight growl in her voice. “When we were getting all the blood cleaned off of him we saw that the kid had more cuts and bruises and scars than skin. It looks like this isn't the first time that Stile has been clawed open either based on some of the scarring.” She informed her teammates.
Skye shook her head, trying to get he thoughts back on track and not think too much about what the poor kid had gone through, and continued, “He's got to have some family somewhere that's worried about him or would take care of him. I mean...He looks like he's still in high school, Coulson. We can't have him staying here full time or at one of the Inhuman sites we have set up either, he's far to young.”
“I have to agree with you there Skye, we need to find family of some sort.” Coulson tapped his fingers against the tabletop and squinted at a secondary screen, which showed Peter in one of the containment rooms that they had set up for Inhumans who still hadn't adjusted to their powers, he was just starting to stir.
“May, you and Skye should go and talk to Peter, see if he can give us any information on where we can find some of Stiles family. The kid would probably like to see a familiar face when he wakes up again.” Coulson said.
“Yes sir.” Skye said eager to get some answers.
Skye and May rose from their seats and headed towards the containment room.
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Skye watched as Peter stirred briefly and then relaxed into the bed.
“Is he sniffing the air?” Skye muttered, peering hard through the glass.
“Looks like it. You ready?” May asked, the question was apparently rhetorical because she was already punching in the code to open the door. The door slid open with a soft hiss and Peter opened his eyes and sat up, squinting for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the bright light.
“Hello.” He said, a small smile on his lips. “What's going on? Where am I?” He asked looking around the room briefly. His gaze quickly took in the bed he was on, the small desk and the door leading to a tiny bathroom.
“You're at a S.H.I.E.L.D facility. I'm Skye, this is May. What's your name?” Skye said briefly pointing towards herself and May before she brought her arms around her chest to fiddle with her bracers, which she'd put on before they had come into the room. Just in case the inhuman tried to attack again. May also had an I.C.E.R. holstered at her waist for the same reason.
“Peter. I thought that S.H.I.E.L.D had been disbanded?” He asked staring at their uniforms with a raised brow.
“That's not important right now.” Skye said, waving a hand as if she could just brush away the subject. “Can you tell us when you experienced terra-genesis? Um, there would have been a hard rock like thing surrounding you like a chrysalis, and coming out of it you might have noticed you had gained certain...abilities. Like being able to shape shift into some sort of wolf like creature.”
“No...I don't think that's ever happened to me.” Peter said with a small laugh. “How did I get here? I can't remember.” He asked looking around the room again before scooting to the edge of the bed.
“While you were unconscious at the time so that's no surprise.” Skye muttered under her breath.
“You were brought in with a young man named Stiles, he's currently receiving medical care and we need to know if he has any allergies to any medications. Do you know if he does?” May asked, surprising Skye when she didn't just ask about family right away, but she understood that any medical information that they could get would probably be a good idea. May's gaze was riveted to Peter, watching him for any reaction to the kids name.
“Stiles is here?” Peter asked in reply. “What happened? Where is he? Can I see him?” He asked rising to his feet quickly, his voice filled with concern. Skye frowned, there was something about his concern that seemed just a little bit to forced and insincere.
“You can't see him at this time.” May informed him, Peter glared at her a small growl rising out of his throat for a moment before his face went back to looking concerned, the glare had been very quick, a blink and miss it sort of expression but Skye had heard the growl all to easily.
“He's currently in our medical bay because you tried to claw him to ribbons.” Skye informed him.
Peter's mouth twitched in the briefest of smirks before he pressed a hand to his chest raising his eyebrows in disbelief.
“I would never hurt Stiles.” He lied. May raised an eyebrow at him, honestly his acting wasn't too bad but she was a trained operative and if he was trying to fool her he was failing spectacularly.
“Yeah...I don't believe you.” Skye said crossing her arms over her chest and rocking back on her heels. “Not even a little bit. We've seen Stiles scars. So, again, does Stiles have any allergens that we need to be aware of?”
“Not that I know of.” Peter said with a shrug. “Also, what scars?”
“What's your relationship with Stiles?” May asked pointedly, ignoring Peter's question altogether.
“I don't see how that's any of your business.” Peter said somewhat haughtily.
“Well, he currently can't tell us anything and we're wondering if you have any business making medical decisions for him or if we should be contacting someone else. Like a family member. You two don't look like you're related.”
“Maybe he's adopted.” Peter replied raising an eyebrow.
“Is he?” Skye asked slightly irritated. Peter hummed noncommittally and appeared to be thinking about the pros and cons about claiming Stiles as his adopted son.
“No. He's not. I'm sure that you'd want to try and verify it somehow if I said he was.” Skye nodded, and Peter continued “He's a runaway. I know him through my nephew and I was leaving town and he asked if he could come with me. Said he needed to get away from everything for a little while. Other than that we haven't spoken much. That was just a couple days ago. I've been trying to give him some space, he seemed to be really upset.”
“Okay. That sounds plausible but then why do we have footage of Stiles attacking you and running away? Why were you beating him up when we caught up with you? Why did you attack us when we entered your residence?” Peter visibly froze and Skye could see the cogs and wheels in his brain frantically whirling as he tried to come up with some excuse. The expression only lasted a split second though.
“I'm sorry, I have know clue what you're talking about.” Is what he finally settled on. “I don't remember doing any of the things you're accusing me of.”