Playing With the Big Boys
“How are they coming along?”
Phil smirks as he watches Stilisnki train with various fire arms under Barton’s tutelage, while Derek spars with Romanov. He is both surprised and impressed by the fact that he is able to keep up with her, even if it's just barely.
“They’ve had three missions since we brought them on, and everyone has gone off without a hitch, they know each other’s style and methods and adapt quickly,” Coulson replies with a glance to Fury who watches them as well.
“If you’re looking for congratulations, you won't get it,” Fury grins at his only friend, earning a snort from his right hand.
“Of course not,” Phil shakes his head as he turns back to his team. “They are good, organized, Stilinski’s magical capabilities are able to not only be used for offensive situations but also for defensive and supportive.”
“Defensive how?” the director asks.
“He's able to project shields and barriers, minor healing, image projection and illusions, and more.”
Fury narrows his eye at the agent in question, watching as Stiles lifts a pistol and fires off a few rounds before quickly changing hands and firing off a few more. He isn't able to see the target from this distance, but judging by the way that Barton and he both react, he didn't miss.
“And Hale?” he asks.
“Well…werewolves,” Coulson chuckles. “Healing factor, enhanced senses, he's our best field tracker, and he's a walking lying detector, able to even catch Romanov a few times.”
Fury falters at that, Normally Widow had been their best deceiver, the fact that Hale was able to even catch her, really spoke to his abilities.
“When and what is your next mission?” he asks.
“Recon on a potential deal on military grade plutonium in Tehran,” Phil replies. “Mission to both acquire the plutonium and find out who produced it…track it from there.”
Fury nods and takes a step back. “Keep an eye on them,” he says before turning and walking away.
---
Stiles sips his coffee as he scans the crowds of pedestrians, searching for anything that might catch his attention.
“Are we sure that today when the deal is going off?”
“Intel says it is,” Coulson replies in his ear. “Keep your eyes open.”
“Copy,” Stiles replies.
He continues to scan his surroundings, only pausing when he hears Clint speak up.
“Possible hostile approaching Spark’s position from the west.”
Stiles turns his head down, looking out of the corner of his eye, he watches as a man, carrying a briefcase, passes by him. He then turns his head to his magazine and studies the man through his lashes as the potential hostile comes to a stop in an alleyway for a few moments before a door opens.
“He's going inside,” Stiles informs Colson.
“Hale, Back him up,” Coulson orders.
“Copy,” Derek replies.
Standing to his feet, Stiles grabs his coffee and walks towards the alley, nodding to Derek who appears around the corner just as he comes to the door that the man had gone through.
“Hold position,” Coulson says. “Barton cover us.”
“Yes, Sir,” the sniper says.
A few moments later, Coulson gives them the greenlight to enter.
Knocking on the door, Derek and Stiles need only wait for a few seconds before the peephole slides open to a confused masked man. However, before he can say anything, Stiles holds up his hand and blows a blue powder into his face. The man coughs for a second before falling still.
“You’re going to let us in,” Stiles says.
The man nods silently and steps aside to let them inside.
Once they pass through the door, Stiles waves his hand and the man collapses.
“He won't remember a thing,” Stiles whispers before moving with Derek, using his magic to conceal them from the human eye.
Once inside, they find the man who has passed Stiles speaking to a gathered crowd.
“The man with the case seems to be the seller,” Stiles says.
“We need him alive,” Coulson replies. “Drop everyone else.”
“Yes, Sir,” Derek and Stiles reply before.
Once they both move to get into their respective positions, Stiles, drops the concealment spell and all hell breaks loose.
With a quick wave of his hand, the seller falls prone to the ground, unable to move a muscle while Derek takes out two guards before catching a fist that was aimed at his face.
Projecting his magic in front of him, Stiles shields himself from the hail of bullets that are fired from another man’s gun. Smirking, he sweeps the man’s legs out from underneath him before delivering a strike to his throat.
They clear the room before quickly moving to collect the prone seller and carrying him out of the back exit where Coulson and Romanov are waiting with a van.
---
“Not bad, kid,” Clint playfully punches Stiles in the shoulder.
Stiles smiles at the other man before turning his attention back to the other room on the other side of the two-way mirror in the safe house. He watches as Derek stands in the corner of the room while Natasha and Coulson interrogate the man, occasionally Coulson will glance up at Derek who will either nod or shake his had, indicating whether the man is lying.
After a few moments, Coulson stands up and turns to face them through the mirror and nods.
“Looks like you’re up,” Clint smirks.
Taking a breath, Stiles makes his way into the room and moves to stand behind the man.
“Here is how this is going to work,” Coulson beings. “I'm going to ask you some more questions, if you tell the truth, no harm done, but if you lie to me,” he says before nodding to Stiles.
The man gives a yell of pain as Stiles fills his mind with the sensation of pain.
“There will be harm,” Coulson says.
They leave the interrogation room, Derek holding the man by his arm and pulling him out of the safe house just as their extraction arrives.
They load their prisoner into the back of a van before turning back to Phil who watches the van S.H.I.E.L.D van drive off.
“What is our next move?” Stiles asks.
“Our next move? Shut down whoever gave him the plutonium.”
---
They arrive back at headquarters four days later, the man who provided the platinum arrested and jailed. The only hitch being Derek taking a few shots to his chest, luckily they weren’t infused with wolves bane meaning that it only pissed Derek off more, resulting in the man having a few more bruises than he would have otherwise.
“Good work,” Coulson tells them as they head in to write their reports. “Debrief in ten, shower and clean up,” he says before walking off.
“So,” Clint turns to smile at the two of them. “How are you liking playing with the big boys?” he asks.
Stiles smirks. “Get back to me when you're possessed by a thousand-year-old fox spirit bent on creating chaos and destruction,” he smirks.
“And get back to me when your girlfriend turns out to be a crazy psycho killer who under the glamour she made for herself, looks like something out of Hellraiser,” Derek chuckles before he and Stiles walk off, patting the archer on the shoulder as they pass him.
“W…wait…you were…you were possessed?” Clint calls after them as he moves to try and catch up.
Natasha sighs and shakes her head with a fond smile before trailing after her teammates.