First Op
Stiles looks around the facility that he and Derek were flown out to by Coulson. It reminds him of headquarters at Quantico. The main lobby buzzes with people going about their business, while others converse with each other. Beside him. Derek is clearly on edge, he slinks closer to Stiles, who smiles and puts his hand on the werewolf’s shoulder.
“It's alright, big guy, they are more afraid of you than you are of them.” he jokes, earning a snort from Derek.
“I'm not scared, I just don't do well in public places.”
“Oh good, then you and Natasha will get along just fine,” Barton says from behind them. He and the woman had joined offered to show them around the place while Coulson talked with the director. It was during the flight that Stiles and Derek had learned about their new teammates.
Clint was a sniper…and the best in the world according to Natasha and Coulson, a compliment that Clint always bashfully smiled back at it. He apparently could shoot a target with his eyes closed at over a mile distance.
Natasha was a former KGB, something that she seemed hesitant to share but in the end had given them, a sign of her offering an olive branch. Just looking at her, Stiles could feel his magic whisper to him about the danger she could pose to those she deemed a threat, and he instantly knew he was glad to have her at his back with Derek.
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“You’re bringing in two people who you only just met a few days ago?”
Phil sits across from the director in his office. A calm smile on his face as he speaks with his boss. “He's a powerful magic user, one that could be beneficial to us…and as for his boyfriend…”
“The werewolf,” Fury cuts in.
“They are a package deal, it was the same with Clint and Natasha...plus we would have a walking lie detector, and tracker on our side…you have to admit that there are no drawbacks here.”
For a moment, the director says nothing before finally sighing. “Fine,” he nods before smirking. “You just had to bring in two more strays, didn't you.”
“It's what I do,” Coulson smiles as he stands to his feet and gives the director a brief nod before turning and leaving the room.
He finds his four assets in the mess hall, where they have carved out a corner of the room for themselves.
“Got you a salad, boss,” Clint says as he gestures with his fork to the bowl.
“Thank you,” Coulson nods before sitting down and digging into his food.
“So, what did the director say?” Natasha asks.
“You’re in,” Coulson smiles at Stiles and Derek. “And because being under me has certain perks, you both will start with the same clearance as Clint and Natasha, mainly due to the fact I have no intention to go back to missions for lower leveled agents.”
Stiles smirks at that and shrugs before taking a bite out of his burger. “So when do we start?”
“Well, the director wants to speak with the both of you,” Coulson replies, after that we currently have nothing lined up, but be prepared for the to change at a moment’s notice,” he explains.
“And does everyone here…are they aware of people like us?” he asks as he glances at Derek.
“Not everyone,” Coulson answers. “So if you wouldn't mind keeping that to yourselves,” he looks between the two of them.
They nod and go back to their meals.
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The director’s office is much smaller than Stiles would have thought it would be. But he knows he can't focus on that, right now his attention is fully on the man who sits before him and Derek.
“So, you are the two that my most trusted and only friend has decided to bring along.”
Taking a breath, Stiles nods. “We are, Sir,” he replies.
Fury nods at him before turning to Derek.
“We are,” Derek murmurs.
Fury holds the werewolf’s gaze for a second before turning his attention back to Stiles. “So you are the magic user,” he arches a brow. “And you,” he glances at Derek. “Are the werewolf.”
“Correct, Sir,” Stiles says as he lifts his hand and conjures a bolt of flame in his palm while Derek flashes his red eyes at the director who nods.
“Well then, I won't lie and say that you two are my first choice for agents, let alone agents on Coulson’s team, but I trust his judgement therefore I will approve this, however, should you give him or I any reason to end that trust…you won't like the consequences.”
Stiles holds the director’s gaze for a second before nodding. “We understand, Sir,” he replies.
“Good, dismissed,” Fury,” says.
Turning on their heels, Stiles leaves the office with Derek, where they find Coulson, Clint, and Natasha waiting for them.
“So, how did it go?” Clint asks with a smile. “You already scared of the boss?” he asks.
“No,” Derek says with an even tone.
“We’ve faced down Darachs packs of alphas who have killed their entire packs, Anuk-Ite, and Geriatric psycho-murderers, so nah, we aren’t really scared.”
Clint stares in confusion at them, while Coulson and Natasha look more intrigued than anything.
“What’s an Anuk-ite?” the redhead asks.
“What’s a Darach?” Coulson adds.
“Who was the geriatric psycho killer?” Clint questions.
“My uncle,” Derek replies.
The three humans falter. “Alright then,” Clint says slowly.
“So what now?” Stiles asks Coulson who shrugs. “I have nothing for you, so you two are free to do as you want, I'll contact you when we get a mission.”
Stiles nods and, together, he and Derek leave the group of senior agents,
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Two weeks later, Coulson calls to tell them to tell they have a mission. Locking the door behind the apartment that Derek had rented for them, Stiles follows Derek to the camaro.
They meet up with Coulson, Clint, and Natasha in the senior agent’s office, where they close the door and lock it.
“So what’s the op?” Clint asks once they are inside.
“Snatch and grab, Coulson answers. Damian Vikander, the leader of an arms trader, to be precise,” he explains. “A deal is going down in Riga, Latvia,” he continues before pulling up a screen with a map of the city. On it are four marked buildings in various colors. “Red is the apartment buildings across the street, Barton, take point on the roof and provide cover and overwatch, marked in green is the abandoned warehouse space next door, Romanov and Hale, you two will stand by there as backup should we need it. Our main target is Vikander, though there will definitely be resistance, I would prefer non-lethal, but do what you must,” he adds.”
“And Blue?” Stiles asks.
“That's for you and me,” Coulson answers. “Intel suggests that Damian doesn’t make an appearance until the deal has started, provide cover until he shows up, and then we move in.”
Stiles nods. “And how would you like cover to be provided?” he asks.
“Anything that will work,” Coulson replies, earning a nod from Stiles.
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Stiles stands with Coulson in the shadows that manipulated with his magic to shroud them from view, watching as the group of men wait around.
“Vehicle incoming,” Barton’s voice comes through the communicator in his ear.
“Copy that,” Coulson whispers.
A minute later, the garage door opens, and a van enters the warehouse in reverse. As it comes to a stop, the doors open and a man in a suit exits the back.
“Eyes on target,” Coulson murmurs.
Remaining, quiet, Stiles watches as the Vikander approaches the other men, a smile on his face, while four guards flank him.
“Gentlemen,” he greets. “A beautiful evening we are having, no?” he smiles.
“We didn't come here for small talk,” the other man, who is evidently the client, answers. “We are here for the weapons.”
“Of course,” Vikander nods.
A tap on his shoulder, draws Stiles’ attention to Coulson who motions for him to move towards the van. Nodding, he centers the shroud on him and Coulson while they walk.
Coming to the vehicle, Coulson nods. “Hale, Romanov, move in,” he orders.”
Dropping the shroud, Stiles slams the doors to the van shut before using his spark to jolt the engine beyond use.
The room erupts into Chaos as Derek and Natasha burst into the room, the redhead standing behind Derek as bullets begin flying. Stiles watches as Derek’s body jerks with each bullet that hits him, though the alpha doesn’t slow down, instead he moves to the closest hostile and snaps his gun in half before backhanding him, sending the gunman flying into a concrete pillar.
Drawing his own weapon, Stiles opens fire, aiming for non-lethal shots while also using his magic to magically bind those he takes down.
As he approaches, Vikander, he waves his hand, sending the man’s AK-47 flying out of his hands. The arms trader grits his teeth before drawing a knife and lunging at Stiles.
Stepping back, Stiles avoids the blade and grabs the man’s wrist, twisting it, he watches as the man flinches and drops the knife. Hooking his foot behind Vikander’s ankle, Stiles turns him and pushes, causing the man to fall onto his stomach. Grabbing his wrists, Stiles cuffs him before looking up to watch as Derek punches the last gunman hard in the chin, sending him spiraling into Natasha’s elbow before falling to the ground.
“All clear,” the redhead tells Coulson who nods as he comes to stand beside Stiles. “Let's wrap up here,” he says.
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Flying back to DC, Stiles closes his eyes and leans his head on Derek’s shoulder, humming as the alpha begins playing with his hair.
Arriving back at the apartment., Stiles heads for the bathroom and steps into the shower. As the water runs over his body, he lets himself relax. Stepping out, and heads to the living room, where he finds Derek sitting on the couch.
“Are you ok?” the alpha asks him.
“Yeah, just exhausted,” Stiles replies as he moves to lie with his legs in Derek’s lap.
In response, Derek hums and continues reading.
“What did you think of the whole…operation.” Stiles asks.
“It was fine, Coulson is a good leader,” he answers.
“Yeah,” Stiles agrees before he shifts his position and closes his eyes. “Goodnight, Der,” he murmurs.
“Night, Sti,” he hears Derek reply as he lets sleep claim him.