Meeting a God
They were given time off of missions for a week, Fury and Coulson knowing that they needed the rest. For Clint this meant him returning to his family, the one that he had told Derek and Stiles was mainly kept on the down low, meaning that the two of them knew they were trusted by him, something that made Stiles smile brightly, and Derek relax a bit.
Natasha disappears, to where not even Coulson knows where, leaving Derek and Stiles to explore DC. They mull around the city, visiting cafés and hole in the wall book stores.
As they sit outside a small diner, eating finger sandwiches when Stiles finally sighs. Wiping his mouth, he clears his throat and looks up at the werewolf who watches him. “Do you think I should call my dad?” he asks.
Derek says nothing for a second before shrugging. “Do you want to?” he counters softly.
Looking down at his plate, Stiles thinks. “I'm not at the FBI anymore,” he says, earning a nod from Derek. “But I haven't checked in with him in quite a while, I don't want him to worry and call them, but not be able to tell him anything which would make him worry more.”
Derek smiles softly at him. “Then I think you have your answer.”
Stiles nods and slumps in his chair as his mind beings playing out all the things his father might say to him on the call.
Later, when they have returned to their apartment, Stiles pulls out his phone as he sits at the dinning room table. Taking a breath, he selects his father’s contact and presses the call button. It rings a few times before the call connects.
“Hello?” he hears his dad greet. The man’s voice causing his heart to clench and his lungs to constrict.
A hand on his shoulder brings him back to the present. Looking up, he nods his thanks to Derek who smiles warmly at him.
“Hey, Dad,” Stiles replies.
“Son?” Noah exclaims, his voice wavering with emotion, resulting in Stiles kicking himself for no doubt making his father worry about so long. “That you? You didn't check in like you normally do, and so I called…but they…they said that something happened…but they wouldn't tell me what.”
Stiles glances at Derek, having been right with his suspicions. “It's me dad,” he says. “I'm sorry about not calling, something came up…with my employment at the FBI.”
“What do you mean? Are you ok? Are you in some sort of trouble? Damn it Stiles, talk to me.” his father exclaims, causing Stiles to flinch.
“I'm fine, Dad, I got… I had a bad mission,” he settles on. “We lost one of my teammates.”
“Oh,” his father breathes. “I'm sorry to hear that, son,” Noah tells him. “That's always the hard part of the job.”
“Yeah,” Stiles breathes. “But I no longer work for the FBI because I… I work for a different agency now,” he says. “But that's all I can say,” he sighs.
“Stiles…”
“I'm sorry, Dad,” he cuts his dad off. “But I'm not joking, that's all I can say.”
His father is quiet for a second before finally he hears the other man sigh over the line. “Fine,” he says. “I'll trust you on this, but you tell me if you ever need anything,” he says. “You promise me that, and you better come home whenever you can to visit…please, Stiles…promise me.”
Wiping the tear from his eye, Stiles nods. “I promise,” he tells his dad. “And I'll be sure to come by whenever I can.”
“Alright, son,” Noah tells him. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Stiles replies before ending the call.
“Are you ok?” Derek asks.
“Yeah, just don't like worrying him,” Stiles says.
“We could always tell Coulson that you want to visit him.”
Stiles is quiet for a second before nodding. “Yeah, I know, but I want to get things established here first,” he says.
Derek doesn't reply but nods nonetheless before returning to his book.
---
They return to base early the next week. Meeting up with Coulson, he smiles at the group of them before producing a file. “I hope you don't mind working recon,” he tells both him and Derek.
“Who are we after?” Stiles asks as he accepts a folder
“Not after,” Coulson shakes his head. “We're watching this one.”
Stiles frowns as he looks down at the picture of a woman with long brown hair.
“She's pretty,” Clint says. “Who is she?”
“Jane Foster,” Coulson answers. “A friend of hers, Eric Selvig, works for us after they and another person in their team were involved in an incident,” he says to Clint who nods.
“What kind of incident?” Derek questions.
Coulson thinks for a moment before sighing. “Two years ago, there was a disturbance in the desert of New Mexico…a foreign item not of this world landed…along with a being…a man.”
“An alien,” Stiles supplies.
“Yes, but not the ones you're thinking of, he looks like us, walks like us, talks like us…somewhat, but he's stronger, faster, and far more durable than us…his name is Thor.”
“Like the god from the battle in Manhattan?” Derek questions.
“Yes,” Coulson nods. “Our operation out in New Mexico was initiated to study how he and his hammer arrived here and to see if we could find a way to recreate the travel, we were unsuccessful,” Coulson sighs. “We brought Dr. Selvig onto our team to help us with another matter, but Miss Foster turned us down and continued her own research. The problem is that her…involvement with Thor has attracted the attention of many parties who wish her harm…or wish to get her to get to Thor.”
“So what do you want us to do?”
“Well, for a while we lost track of her, she somehow managed to slip our tracking,” Coulson sighs. "Until last week when she showed back up on our radar in England… We’re going to make sure that she hasn't been harmed or followed…as it was… Selvig is no longer…us…his time after Loki’s control over him has…rattled him. Meaning that should anyone get him, they would then go after Jane."
They nod and give another once over of their briefing packets before closing them.
“Wheels up in ten,” Coulson dismisses them.
---
They arrive in London and drive to the last location that they were able to pick up Foster. Coming to a stop, they glance around before exiting the vehicle. However, as Stiles glances around, looking for the woman, he suddenly freezes.
“Uh guys?” he murmurs. “Do we know if she's magical or anything?”
“Not that we have intel on,” Coulson frowns. “Why?”
“Because I'm getting really weird vibes,” he says.
“Can you track them?” Clint asks.
“I can try,” Stiles replies before focusing. Closing his eyes, he reaches out with his magic. He manages to lock onto the energy signature that vibrates like the energizer bunny on steroids and opens his eyes. “This way,” he says.
He leads the team to a back parking lot where they freeze ins surprise when a woman matching the photo yelps in surprise as a police officer touches her arm, only to be blown backwards with a surge of red energy.
Just then, Stiles tenses as he senses another disturbance in the natural aura of the surrounding environment. Looking to his left, he finds a man standing in dark gray armor with a red cape, his gaze jumping between Stiles and Foster.
“Sir,” Stiles calls Coulson’s attention.
“Thor,” the older man says before nodding to Foster.
They watch as the god nods, and together they converge on the shocked researcher.
“Jane,” Thor greets her before nodding to Coulson. “Son of Coul.”
“Thor Odinson,” Coulson nods. “This is my team, you know Barton and Natasha…and this is Agent Hale and Agent Stilinski.”
Thor nods to them before narrowing his eyes at Stiles. “You sensed her and my presence…how?”
“I'm a spark,” Stiles explains. “I wield magic.”
The god nods in understanding. “I see,” he hums before turning to Jane. “You have to come with me,” he says.
“What?” Jane exclaims. “No, ‘Hi, how are you, how have you been all these years?’ not even a letter? Do you even send letters?”
Stiles smirks at her attitude while Thor huffs. “I understand your anger, Jane, but you are being affected by something of my world, something that no one here can help you with, I must take you back to Asgard so you can be treated.”
“Hold on,” Coulson cuts in. “What exactly are we talking about?”
“She's a bomb,” Stiles says, his eyes flaring their purplish hue as he looks Jane up and down. “She's practically glowing with energy…and it's only growing brighter.”
Thor winces but sighs. “Your spark is right, or so we believe. I must take her back to Asgard.”
Coulson glances to Stiles who nods.
“Fine,” Coulson replies. “But I want updates when this blows over.”
Thor nods and takes Jane by the hand. “Oh…and son of Coul,” he says. “It's good to see you alive and well…however you may have achieved it.”
Coulson smiles. “You too.”
Suddenly a burst of light pierces the sky and envelops both Jane and Thor before vanishing, taking the god and researcher with it.
“Well,” Coulson sighs. “This was a quick mission.”