Chapter 1
Stiles had been lying on the hood of his jeep for hours, hiding in his secret spot deep into the heart of the preserve, finally managing to grasp a rare moment of peace, when he saw it fall.
The loud crash made him leap into action, sliding off his jeep to duck while rocks and debris pelted his poor jeep that had done nothing to deserve the damage it was receiving while shielding him from harm.
Once the rain of debris finally ceased, Stiles slowly rose to his feet, grabbing his baseball bat from the back seat of his jeep, before walking towards the wreckage of whatever it was that landed.
He hoped to hell it wasn’t an alien. Stiles had enough on his plate with Werewolves and Werecoyotes. He didn’t need Aliens like the ones in New York, moving onto his territory.
What he did find had his jaw dropping and the grip on his bat loosening.
Lying in the middle go the mini crater created by the impact was Ironman himself. The suit was in rough shape, granted. But it was definitely the Iron Man suit, and assuming the suit hadn’t flown itself, he could only assume that the suit contained none other than Tony Stark.
Cursing to himself, he stumbled into the crater as fast as he could without face planting. His hands hovered over the suit before quickly touching it, making sure the suit wasn’t running so hot it could burn him. When he was comfortable knowing the suit wouldn’t, he started trying to get the thing off of the man trapped inside.
Twenty minutes of struggling and grunting and cursing left him with only the helmet removed, confirming that it was indeed an unconscious Tony Stark inside the suit.
He felt for a pulse and shifted his hand over the man’s mouth, feeling the gust as Tony Stark breathed shallowly. Stiles sighed with relief. At least he wasn’t stuck with a billionaire’s corpse on his hands.
He stood over him for a moment, contemplating what to do, knowing that if the man had landed in this condition, there had to be a reason, one that could be on their way to this very position right now.
If it had been Derek, he would have just punched him until he woke up, but Tony Stark was just as human as Stiles. Smarter, yes, but still the same.
Leaning over, he whispered lightly, gently tapping the billionaire’s face. “Mr. Stark?”
After no response, he tried a few more times before finally sighing and putting much more force in his swing as he yelled. “TONY!”
He flailed, falling backwards, barely avoiding a fist in his face as said billionaire gasped, shooting up into a sitting position.
Tony bit out a curse, trying to suck in a breath and not succeeding, his arms flailing, trying to hold onto something and failing.
Being a veteran of them, himself, it took no time for Stiles to realize the man was clearly having a panic attack.
When it looked like the billionaire was only working himself up instead of calming down, Stiles did what he did best and started to talk, hoping the distraction would help. “Easy there, Stark. You had a pretty rough landing. Lucky you’re loaded too since the ricochet did some major damage to my jeep. That thing is my baby man. So not cool. I don’t know what happened but you landed in Beacon Hills. Smack dab in the middle of the preserve. If you were looking to disappear, you definitely succeeded. Was anyone following you? I kind of need to know in case we need to get you out of here. I’m not really in any shape to defend you from anything that my bat can’t fend off and your suit is a wreck man.”
Tony finally glared at him at the mention of his suit, still panting but obviously coming down as he bit out. “My suit is not a Wreck kid.”
Stiles scoffed. “I’m sure it wasn’t before but it sure is now. It’s tough though, I’ll give you that. I was at it for twenty minutes trying to get it off you to see if you were alive and only managed to get the helmet off. Now can you take it off so we can get you out of here and tended before whatever big bad caused this damage shows up looking for you?”
Tony rolled his eyes before wincing in pain. “Pretty sure they think I died in the ocean. I’d like to keep it that way if possible.”
The billionaire groaned, clumsily rising to a sitting position, batting Stile's hands as he moved to help him. "I shouldn’t have been followed. The incident should be all over the news soon enough but just in case, definitely a good idea to get out of here."
Stiles helped Tony to his feet as the older man tried valiantly to hide the fact that he was obviously in pain.
They made their way as quickly as possibly out of the small crater and to the Jeep
The billionaire took one look at the jeep and stopped in his tracks, brow raised.
Stiles gave the man a stern look. "Say one bad thing about my baby and I'm leaving your ass in the middle of the preserve. Good luck finding your way back to civilization with a suit that doesn’t work."
Tony raised his hands up in surrender, trying to look chastened but failing. "Wasn't going to say a word."
Stiles scoffed lightly. "I can see the judgment behind your eyes man. She was the last thing my mom left me before she died and has gotten me out of many a jam."
Tony shrugged. "Doesn’t matter whose jeep it used to be, it’s still beat to death. What in the world have you been doing with it anyway?"
Stiles paused, looking slightly nervous before scoffing. "Like you haven’t totaled a car or two."
Tony laughed as he started to remove his Armor, gently placing it into the back of Stiles Jeep. "You know, I think you’re the first person I've ever met who hasn’t either stared awestruck or tried to bend over backwards to cater to me. I find it oddly refreshing."
Stiles shrugged, picking at an invisible piece of lint on his shirt, trying to hide the blush. "I’ve been dealing with so much weird crap in my life lately; Iron man crash landing in my territory is probably the most normal thing to happen to me."
Tony raised a brow, wordlessly asking for more information but Stiles evaded, moving around to the driver’s side and hopping into his jeep.
The billionaire gingerly sat himself into the passenger seat, trying to bite back a groan.
Stiles eyed him, worried. "Maybe we should get you to the hospital."
Tony shook his head and winced at the moment. "No hospitals, dead remember?"
Stiles scoffed. "You will be if you don't get checked out."
Tony glared and Stiles raised his hands up in surrender before starting up the jeep. "Alright, no hospital. But I know someone who can be trusted and is medically trained to look you over if you'll let her. She's trustworthy, I promise you that. The woman would help hide bodies if it was to keep us safe."
Tony tried to argue but Stiles had his phone in hand and dialing before he could utter a sentence. "Hey Melissa, listen are you away from prying ears?"
Stiles waited for a moment and then replied once more. "I fell onto someone needing medical help but he can't go to the hospital for reasons that will be obvious when you see them. Can you meet me at home, dad is at work and Scott should be training with Liam."
He grinned at Tony as Melissa voiced her agreement. "Great, I should be arriving in about twenty minutes, see you then."
Stiles turned to face a glowering Tony and shrugged, not swayed one bit. "I'm not dealing with having a dead billionaire on my hands. My dad is the sheriff and that would be the last thing he needs with elections coming up."
Tony scoffed. "You're the sheriff’s kid and taking me to the house where the sheriff lives... To hide me..."
Stiles snorted eyes on the road. "My dad works all the time and is way too busy to even notice I’m stashing someone in my room, trust me. It took him a few months to even realize there was someone sneaking into my bed every night."
Tony raised a brow. "Am I going to have to worry about a peep show kid?"
Stiles lips quirked wryly. "Nah, we broke it off recently. It never should have happened honestly, neither of us was ready for it. We were kind of pushed into a pretty bad situation and both needed comfort. We both realized it wasn’t the best basis for a relationship. Well at least I think she realized it. I still randomly wake up with her in my bed."
Tony barked out a laugh and bit it back, looking surprised that the noise had come out of him.
Stiles lips quirked lightly, amused but kept his eyes on the road and kept driving.
They pulled into a small but quaint two story home, a small compact car and a curly haired woman in scrubs waiting for them.
Stiles quickly turned the jeep off and got out of the car rushing to Tony's side just as he was getting out of the vehicle.
Tony grumbled trying to push the teen away but Stiles wouldn’t hear of it, helping the man to his feet.
Tony refused to admit that he could barely stand on his own two legs.
Melissa took one look at Tony and her eyes bugged out. "You're supposed to be dead. It's all over the news."
Tony huffed. "I get that a lot.”
Stiles gently pushed tony forward, waving Melissa to get the door. “We can talk more once we are inside. Mrs. Anders likes to gossip.”
Tony was quickly ushered into the house by Stiles and the Nurse who quickly sat him down at the table as Stiles locked the door and closed the curtains before walking away calling behind him. "I’m going to lockdown the house."
Melissa scoffed. "Do you really think you need to?”
Stiles could be heard from a distance yelling. "I Wouldn’t put it past any of the... gang...to try to sneak into the house."
Melissa Scoffed as she slipped on a pair of latex gloves and then shrugged at Tony's questioning gaze. "It's best not to ask, trust me, and before you ask, no he's not insane. Maybe a tiny bit of PTSD, but otherwise as sane as a hyperactive teenager with ADHD and a extremely high IQ can be."
Tony winced as she pressed at the fairly sized bump on his head. "I highly doubt your estimation of his intellect."
Stiles walked in and snorted. "I was tested; all the teachers at school say I am a complete waste of talent. I tend to get bored easily. I once turned in a paper on the history of circumcision for economics class. My teacher was livid."
Melissa rolled her eyes and Tony let out another bark of laughter. "My dad got called into the dean’s office once because I had loaded the whole schools computers to sing the national anthem in fart sounds, not my proudest moment."
Stiles lips quirked up reluctantly and then he burst into a full belly chuckle.
Melissa smiled, looking to Tony thankfully before addressing Stiles. "That's the first time I've seen you laugh in a long time, it’s nice to see Stiles."
Stiles smile disappeared slowly as he shrugged. "Well not many reasons to smile lately."
He motioned towards Tony with his chin. "You should get him checked out before anyone notices that you're here."
Melissa took her time, checking Tony’s eyes with a flashlight and palpating a few bruised places, making him take his shirt off to check for any more cuts and nicks, the suit had managed to save him from most damages but he had a few bruises that would smart.
Stiles tried not to stare at the man’s body that was much more muscled than the suits he wore on TV hinted at. He looked away with a blush when Tony caught him staring and raised a brow.
Melissa finally removed her gloves and rose to her feet. "Well Mr. Stark. We treated the most of your scrapes and bruises. Stiles has a good salve that will help with those. I haven’t completely ruled out a concussion so Stiles will have to wake you up every two hours to ask you a list of questions, don't cut his head off please."
Stiles squawked. "You mean I have to wake him up every two hours?"
Melissa glared at the boy. "You're the one who found him; you make sure he doesn’t die of brain hemorrhaging."
Tony snorted. "Why do I feel like a stray puppy all of a sudden?"
Melissa patted his cheek gently. "You're Stiles puppy now, I’ve checked you out and you don't require emergency care, now it's his job to make sure you don't die overnight and keep you fed and watered."
With that parting shot she rose to her feet, grabbing her medical bag and exiting the door with a soft click.
Stiles shuffled nervously before speaking. "I’ll go put my jeep in the garage. Your suit will be safe in there and once we know you're safely concussion free we can get started on getting that suit fixed and figure out how to get you back to where you need to be."
Tony sat in silence as Stiles excited the house, temple throbbing and feeling a little out of control. The boy had been the only thing anchoring him and distracting him enough not to think about the events leading him here.
He was still sitting in the unlit kitchen, fighting back dark thoughts when Stiles returned, flipping the switch on, causing Tony to flinch at the throb it caused at his temple.
Stiles noticed and winced himself. "Sorry. I forgot the light may hurt. I figured you might be hungry. I can make us something to eat. Probably not as fancy as your used to be I'm a decent cook."
Tony shrugged. "When I’m home I don't eat nearly as fancy as you think I do kid. I'm not picky, I'm sure whatever you feed me will be good. I’m partial to sandwiches."
Stiles chuckled. "I have the fixings for a BLT, just don't tell my dad I'm hiding Bacon under his nose. He has to watch his cholesterol."
Tony made a motion of zipping his mouth and Stiles chuckled heading for the fridge and getting stuff ready. "I’ll get the deep fryer going and make us some Curly fries to go with it. You prefer ketchup or are you one of those sacrilegious types that prefer mayo with their fries?"
Tony shook his head. "If their spiced I prefer them just as they are."
Stiles paused for a moment before changing his course to fist bump Tony. "Iron Man knows how to enjoy Curly fries properly, Respect man."
Tony found himself chuckling again, oddly at ease with the kid. Normally people made him on edge, ready to quip and talk around people so they couldn’t see how much he was really hurting. It was a crutch that he couldn’t let go, even with Pepper. This kid seemed to get that and somehow it allowed him to relax. Not completely, but much more than he had with anyone else, though frankly it could be the concussion."
In no time they were both sitting down sipping on a Coke and eating curly fries and BLT sandwiches. Once they were done Stiles ushered him upstairs, getting him a pair of sweats and an old Police academy t-shirt from his father’s room.
Tony used the bathroom to put some of the salve onto his bruises and get changed before following Stiles into his bedroom and looking around, The room itself looked like a typical teenagers room except for the large see through crime board set against the wall with a few photos and red lines pointing from one thing to another.
Stiles noticed where his gaze landed and shrugged. "There’s been a lot going on in town, keeping stuff on the board helps me make sense of it to see the whole picture. I may or may not sneak into my dad’s case files."
Tony nodded, impressed as he looked at Stiles work. The kid has a knack for puzzles.
Stiles pointed to the bed. "You can take the bed and Ill nap on my chair between waking you up to check on you. We can look up what the news is saying about you first if you want."
Tony nodded and they quickly googled some news footage of the mansion blowing up and Peppers grief stricken face as she was pulled away from the wreckage.
The last image was enough for him and he gently closed Stiles laptop and crawled into the teenager’s bed, deciding on trying to get his two hours of sleep before his first wake up call. "Don't shake me to wake me up, just talk to me, I sometimes swing when someone wakes me up."
Stiles nodded his understanding. "I gave my dad a black eye once when he woke me from a night terror; I get it, just get your two hours of sleep. It won’t last nearly as long as you think it will."
Tony was sure that it would take him forever to fall asleep with someone watching him but surprisingly he felt sleep suck him in.
His dreams started out as memories of his childhood, happy memories, forwarding to more recent happy moments, a date with pepper, spending time with Banner in the lab, a joke that Cap didn’t get.
As suddenly as the calm came, it disappeared as the world exploded around him leaving him floating in space, the alien crafts surrounding him as he slowly started to fall, his body burning as he fell, screams ripped from his throat.
He only came to when he felt a body wrap tightly around him. He thrashed, panicking but the voice managed to break through his terror, murmuring that it was ok, he was safe, and everything was fine.
He looked to his side to find the boy wrapped around him, his first random though being he was surprised that Stiles was actually a bit taller than him.
Stiles shrugged loosening his grip and finally letting go. "My dad’s done this to me a few times to help me out of a night terror. Another thing that I find helps is to count your fingers. In dreams you have extra fingers. Look at your hands and count."
Tony looked at his hands counting his fingers. "1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10"
Stiles smiled. "See? You’re awake and you’re safe."
Tony nodded, letting his head fall back on the pillow, wiping at the sweat on his brow and finally feeling his breath even out.
Stiles didn’t budge from his spot, silent for a moment before speaking. "Uh, the chairs not very comfortable, mind if I just nap next to you?"
Tony shrugged finally finding his voice. "Sure, it's your bed anyway."
They both made themselves comfortable and managed to fall into a deep dreamless sleep, which was rudely interrupted by a loud snarl from the foot of the bed two hours later. "What the hell is going on here?"
Tony opened his eyes to notice he was wrapped around Stiles like he usually did with Pepper, the boy only now blinking awake to stare back at him, just as surprised as he was with the position they were in."
Stiles looked to the foot of the bed and flailed falling off the bed with a loud thud at the sight of an angry wolfed out Malia.
He quickly regained his footing and flailed his arms as he faced the girl. "Malia, this is not what it looks like!"
Malia snarled her face fangs snapping towards tony. "It looks like you weren’t that long in finding someone to share your bed with. I didn’t know you were into people your dad’s age Stiles."
Tony raised a brow. "You didn't tell me your ex girlfriend that liked to crawl into your bed at night was a werewolf."
Stiles flailed, turning his gaze to Tony. "You know about werewolves?"
Tony scoffed. "Please Stiles, I'm Tony Stark. Cap swore up and down that he thought he saw a werewolf back in the war and that he thought the super soldier serum was based off their DNA. I set out to prove him wrong but ended up proving him right."
Stiles gaped at Tony. "The super soldier serum was derived from werewolf DNA? No way!"
Malia looked between the two, shifting back to her human form but still scowling. "Who is he Stiles and why is he in your bed? I don't recognize his scent at all."
Tony’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You seriously don't recognize me? Was she raised by wolves?"
Malia stared back at him distrustfully. "Coyotes, actually."
Tony let out a small. "Ah."
Stiles sighed. "Remember me talking about the avengers? Tony is Iron Man."
Malia nodded, acknowledging she remembered but didn’t look impressed. "He's just a human. He doesn’t look that impressive to me. Why is he in your bed?"
Stiles shook his head. "He crash landed and possibly has a concussion. I have to wake him up every two hours to make sure that he doesn’t get a brain hemorrhage and die. Since your here you can help."
Malia was Silent for a moment before finally nodding. "Alright but I get to sleep on the bed too. He's impeding the pack scent."
Stiles eyed Tony who shrugged. "Not my first time in a bed full of people. Platonically though, that is a first. Keep on your end of the bed jailbaits."
Stiles chuckled and Malia scoffed wrapping herself around stiles possessively as he lay down. "As if I would be interested in someone like you, you’re past your prime. I want someone cunning, fit and in his prime and can protect his mate and cubs."
Tony nodded sagely. "I can see why you and Stiles aren't together anymore."
Stiles turned gently smacking Tony's arm with a loud. "Hey!"
His lips went tight for a moment trying to fight back laughter and then it burst out of him, a loud and uncontrolled deep belly laugh that had Malia looking at Stiles in confusion. "I've never seen you laugh before. That comment made you happy?"
Stiles wiped the tears from his eyes trying to find his words. "I don't even know why I found that funny. Maybe because he doesn’t treat me with kid gloves like everyone else has since the Nogitsune. It's probably why you and I dated when we really shouldn’t have."
Malia looked hurt for a moment but then shrugged and nodded. "I understand why you think we shouldn’t be together, but I still don't get why you won't let me sleep in bed with you. Pack helps each other when they're in pain. You have nightmares and they aren’t nearly as bad when I'm sleeping with you."
Stiles shrugged. "I need to learn to deal with them by myself. Now be quiet and go to sleep. Two hours will come soon enough."
Everyone settled in, slightly uncomfortably due to them trying to fit three people on one queen size bed but they all finally managed to fall into a dreamless sleep, free of nightmares.