Recruitment
Stiles let out a huff of annoyance as he rolled over and lifted his phone from where it lay on the desk beside his bed. Answering the call, he pulls the device to his ear.
“Hello?” he asks.
“Stilinski,” the voice of his superior, Richards comes through the device. “We have an assignment.”
Stiles sighs before sitting up in his bed. “Where?” he asks.
“Ojai, California.”
Getting to his feet, Stiles quickly dresses and retrieves his service weapon from the safe in his closet. “I'm on my way,” he tells his boss.
The answering click of the line going dead prompts Stiles to shove his phone in to his pocket before leaving his apartment.
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On the drive from the LAX airport, Stiles and his team are briefed.
“The target is a rogue alpha that has been tearing through his town for weeks now.” his superior informs them. “From what our contacts with the local hunters and pack say, it has killed most of the hunters and a few of the pack wolves in the area…so much so that it's now fallen to us to deal with it.”
Everyone nods and readies themselves. A few of them checking their firearms, one giving the last few swipes of the cleaning cloth against his sword. Stiles however double-checks his side arm before calling his magic to him.
Their vehicle comes to a stop, and they climb out to find themselves outside a small cabin in the mountains.
“This is the last known location of the target,” the commanding officer says, drawing his pistols. “Set up a parameter,” he instructs. “Stilinksi, you’re with me,” he instructs. “Owens, you and Jacobs take the back, Ryle and Sven take the left, Erikson and Kane take the right.”
Everyone nods and set out to get into position.
Once they are in their spots, Stiles’ superior glances at him before nodding. He grabs a canister from his belt and tosses it through the window. Reaching out with his magic, Stiles uses his spark to expand the smoke that bursts from it until it fills the entire home.
The roar that comes from the house, causes Stiles’ boss to raise his firearms and take aim.
The front door bursts open to reveal the rogue alpha, shirtless, with his eyes glowing red. He looks between Stiles and his boss before leaping forward without warning. Richards opens fire as he dodges out of the way. Stiles grits his teeth as he watches the alpha drop low to avoid taking the wolfsbane bullets to the chest before leaping at him. Thrusting his hand outward, Stiles sends a shockwave of energy out, throwing the wolf back.
The alpha lands with a roar before it gets back to its feet. Turning, he finds Owens and Jacobs coming to a stop, Jacobs readying his sword while Owens raises his gun. However, before he can fire a shot, the alpha leaps and tackles him. The shout that emanates from Owens is quickly silence by the wolf ripping his throat out. The wolf then dodges Jacob’s blade before delivering a solid punch to the man’s chest, sending him flying into the side of the house.
“Shit,” Richards grunts as he continues to open fire on the wolf, who ducks behind the house.
Reaching out with his magic, Stiles searches for the wolf. For as second there is nothing before it gives a tingle of warning. Looking up, he has just enough time to jump back before the wolf leaps from the roof of the cabin and lands directly in front of him. Summoning his dagger from his boot, Stiles swipes at the beast, only to slice the air above it as it ducks.
It delivers a kick to this side, causing him to fly backward. Looking up, Stiles watches as the alpha moves to crouch over him, its claws ready to cut through his flesh, and he closes his eyes.
However, before the killing blow is delivered, the night fills with another roar, this one filled with even more rage than the rogue’s. Looking to his left, Stiles feels his brows rise to his forehead as a large black wolf appears from the treeline and tackles the rogue away from Stiles.
Rolling to his feet, Stiles watches as the wolf and the rogue tumble for a moment before separating, snapping and growling at each other.
Before everyone’s very eyes, the black wolf shifts into a man…one that Stiles knows very well.
“Derek,” he murmurs under his breath.
The man gives him a quick glance before turning back to the rogue.
“You know him?” Richards asks.
“I do,” Stiles smiles as he rushes forward to stand beside Derek, his magic feeling even stronger with Derek’s presence.
“Come on, Sourwolf,” he grins. “Let's beat this fucker.”
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Phil Coulson watches from the shadows as the man who had once been a wolf fights beside the magic user against the rogue werewolf. A hint of surprise fills his mind as the rogue that had been the formidable enemy against the team of FBI agents quickly finds itself outmatched by the duo. They duck its attacks and seem to juggle it between the two of them.
“Should we intervene, Sir?” Clint asks from his perch on a tree branch a few yards away.
“Negative,” Coulson shakes his head as the magic user blasts the rogue back with his magic onto the waiting claws of the other man. The sound of the rogue’s backbreaking in the man’s hands has Coulson bringing his hand to his chin as he thinks. “Find out what you can about those two,” he says. “I want names, associates, places of birth, I want to know what they put in their coffee.”
“Copy that,” Natasha and Clint both say simultaneously.
Coulson gives the group one last glance before turning and walking away.
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“So, what are you doing here?” Stiles asks Derek, who is dressed in the spare pair of sweatpants and shirt that Richards insists on carrying in the van.
“I've been tracking that Rogue for months,” Derek answers. “The alpha of one of the packs it terrorized before coming here knew my mom and sent me a letter asking if I would help… I found it and fought it, but it slipped away. So I followed it,” Derek answers. “And apparently I came just in time.”
“Thank you,” Stiles nods. “Unfortunately, we were too late to save Owens,” he looks down to where Richard had covered the man with a tarp.
“I'm sorry about him,” Derek offers.
“Can't do anything about it now,” Stiles sighs. “Besides, it's not your fault.”
“I know that,” Derek says. “But I can still feel sorry.”
Stiles studies the man for a second before nodding. Taking a breath, he clears his throat. “Look, I'm no doubt going to have paperwork after this, but our team will probably be benched for a bit,” he explains. “Why don't you meet me at my place in Beacon Hills, and maybe we could catch up?”
Derek smiles and nods. “I'd like that,” he says before turning to nod at Richards who approaches, before taking off.
“Care to explain who your friend is, Stilinski?”
“Derek Hale, Sir,” Stiles answers. “My alpha.” Stiles grins. Despite Derek only really having Peter and Cora in his pack officially, Stiles still sees the man as his alpha, never letting go of the companionship that had developed over the years of saving each other’s lives.
“Alright,” Richards says, thankfully dropping the topic. “Once we get Owens…loaded, were heading out in five.”
“Copy that,” Stiles nods as he takes a moment to collect himself.
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Putting his hand on the door to his apartment, Stiles feels his magic wash over him in warning. Slowly he opens the door and tenses when he finds Derek holding a man with short blonde hair up against the wall by his throat, a redheaded woman aiming a pistol at Derek’s head while a man in a suit sits at his kitchen table, flipping through a manila folder.
Waving his hand, Stiles pulls the gun from the woman’s hand to his while also drawing his own service weapon, he levels them at the redhead and man in the suit and frowns. “Care to explain who the fuck you are and what the hell you are doing in my apartment?”
“Mieczysław Genim Stilinski, son of Sheriff Noah Stilinski and Claudia Stilinski, born in Beacon Hills...a town with numerous mysterious deaths and disappearances that has been on our radar for some time now... graduated with perfect grades and was accepted into the FBI academy at Quantico.”
“Does my file also say that I don't like intruders coming into my apartment?” Stiles hisses.
“There’s no need for this to get messy,” the man says as he puts the folder down and turns his attention to Stiles. “My name is Phil Coulson, I'm with S.H.I.E.L.D…you probably haven’t heard of us, but I would like to make you an offer, so if you could lower your weapons and have your friend let my asset go…it would be much appreciated.
Stiles studies Coulson for a second before finally lowering the weapon. “Talk,” he grits out before nodding to Derek, who has turned to watch him.
Slowly, the werewolf lets the man go and steps back, his claws still out and eyes still blazing red.
“I saw you and your friend fight that werewolf in Ojai,” he explains. “And I must admit, having been around some of the most…interesting characters, I can confidently say that you two are quite unique.”
“Oh goody, this is a recruiting pitch,” Stiles sighs. “I already have a job,” he says.
“You do,” Coulson nods. “However, I managed to get a hold of your superior agent, and he was kind enough to give me your information…as well as tell me that he has every bit of confidence that you will do well should you accept my offer.”
“What exactly is S.H.I.E.L.D?” Derek asks.
“An organization that works to keep the balance and peace in the world, eliminating threats.” he explains.
“Secret Agents,” Stiles scoffs.
“Hey, it comes with a nice benefit package,” the blonde man says as he moves past Derek, who watches him closely.
Stiles looks to Derek, who tilts his head for a second before nodding. Taking a breath, Stiles turns back to Coulson and arches a brow. “So you want the both of us to come work for you?”
“I do,” Coulson nods. “And the bonus is that you are already trained enough from your time of the internship and the academy,” the smiles. “We’ll do some touching up of that,” he shrugs before turning to Derek. “And you, I would assume, can take care of yourself,” he smiles.
The alpha says nothing.
“So,” Coulson smirks as he turns to be able to glance between the two of them. “What do you say?”
Stiles once again glances to Derek, who arches a brow.
“If you wouldn't mind, we would like to talk about this,” Stiles says.
Coulson nods and turns to his companions. He waves a hand, and they fall in line with him as they leave the apartment.
Snapping his fingers, Stiles secures the door and windows, ensuring that no one can see or listen in.
“What do you think?” Stiles asks. “A secret spy organization asking us to come work for them.”
“The real question is what do you want to do?” Derek counters. “Stiles, ever since I met you, you have always wanted to be an FBI agent, and now you are.”
“The FBI was so I could do what my dad does… I could keep people safe, help people,” Stiles explains. “This would help me do that and more.”
Derek nods in understanding. “It's probably a lot more dangerous,” Derek shrugs.
“When have we ever run from danger?” Stiles smirks.
“We tend to run towards it,” Derek grins.
“That we do, but I don't want to force you to join me,” Stiles frowns.
“Where you go, I go,” Derek smiles as he reaches out to put his hand on Stiles’ shoulder.
Stiles nods before snapping his fingers and dropping the enchantment of the apartment.
The door opens and Coulson and the others enter.
“We’re in,” Stiles nods.
Coulson smiles and nods. “Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D.”