Ever considered redecorating?
Phil POV
Fury paused the CCTV footage as one of the agents finally injected Stiles with the sedative and successfully knocked them out.
"Care to explain that agent Coulson?" The director challenged chucking the controls on the metal table beside him before turning to face the other man with his arms crossed firmly across his chest.
"He's the son of a sheriff and I taught him some stuff when he was younger, he wouldn't be completely defenceless" Phil stated still adamant on the fact that Stiles was innocent.
Fury scoffed and jabbed a finger at the screen
"That kid just took out 5 of the most highly trained agents in this facility, there's more to it than a little training from a small-town sheriff"
Phil didn't know how to respond to that so instead he decided to ask another question that had been nagging at the back of his mind for a while now
"What was that you injected him with?"
"A minor dose of Midazolam, just enough to get him here" Fury replied without missing a beat
"he's fine" he added seeing how his earlier response did nothing to soothe the tenseness in the other mans shoulders
"And the agents?"
"Physically? A few bruises and a dislocated shoulder, nothing serious, although their pride took a massive hit at getting their asses handed to them by a 17-year-old"
Phil pursed his lips "Is that why they pulled a fucking knife on him?" he asked his voice staying completely level which was somehow far more terrifying then if he were to yell.
Fury gulped.
"The idea of being beaten was so bad they thought it plausible to come at an unarmed kid with a knife!" he added, a deadly edge to his voice
"They warned him, if he had come quietly none of this would've happened in the first place" Fury pointed out hoping to get him to see reason, however his words only served to fuel the other mans anger further.
"Oh they warned him, well that makes me feel so much better" Phil mocked
"Tell me director, if 6 strangers cornered you in an alleyway and asked you to come quietly or face the consequences would you just go with them without putting up a fight?" Phil challenged, meeting Fury's eye with a gaze of fierce intensity.
Fury looked away "No"
Phil crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at the man.
Fury sighed "Look Phil, I know he's your nephew but there's something shady going on here and I need to know what it is going on with that town so If there's a threat, we can eliminate it before its too late"
"Where is he?"
"Interrogation room 5, I promise you can see him once he's been questioned"
Phil contemplated this for a second before asking his next question
"Who are you sending in?"
"Agent Barton"
That made Phil relaxes a bit, Clint was a really good friend of his and he knew he could trust the archer to be reasonable and keep a open mind during the interrogation. At least Stiles was being interrogated by someone he trusts, and it didn't hurt that the man was also great with kids.
"Great" he said heading for the door
"Where do you think you're going?" Fury called after him
"To make use of the two-way mirror in the interrogation room" Phil called over his shoulder
"Absolutely not, I cant have you interfering and putting the interview in jeopardy"
"Phil stopped in his tracks and turned to face him Ill follow your orders and not go in until the questioning is over but ill be dammed if I'm not there to make sure the interview isn't interrupted by one of your pride hurt agents" and with that he turned on his heel and stormed out, heading in the direction of interrogation room 5.
Stiles POV
Stiles barely held back a groan as he came back into consciousness. The hit he took to the jaw barely tinged but the sedative ugly number three dosed him with was another story.
Fuck I hate sedatives.
Have they always affected you like this?
Yeah, ever since I can remember.
Medicines and other injections have always had similar effects on me but Sedatives are the worst.
That's interesting
Yeah, not to mention bloody inconvenient.
Have you got any idea how shitty it is to have a headache and not be able to take anything for it?
I'm guessing its pretty shitty
10 points to Gryffindor
Wha-
Oh my god I cant even with you right now.
Before they could argue further Stiles took the opportunity to look around. He was in a large plain white room, sitting in a rather uncomfortable metal chair with his arms hand cuffed behind his back. Infront him there was a large metal table, a second chair identical to his own on the other side and a large two-way mirror.
God these people are basic.
I mean honestly would it kill them to get a little creative?
Stiles never got an answer to his question because barley seconds after a familiar looking muscular man with sandy coloured hair walked in holding a what looked like a thick stack of paper shoved into a folded piece of beige-brown card.
My file.
The man took a seat in the hair across from him and placed the file down between them.
"So, Stiles is it?"
He ignored the mans question in favour of studying is face a little closer trying to figure out where I had seen him before.
When Stiles finally realised who it was sitting across from him, he barely managed to stifle his smirk and keep an impartial expression on his face.
Clint Barton AKA Hawkeye, special agent of S.H.E.I.L.D, candidate for the avengers initiative.
And you know this how?
I used to hack into government organisations for fun back when I was a kid. I've read the files of every agent in this facility and committed the most important ones to memory.
...Sooo Snooping?
Pretty much yeah
You do that a lot, your like a class A snooper
You should see if you could make a living out of it.
Snooping is my passion not my purpose
...right
Before Stiles could get too distracted with talking to void the man sitting across from them cleared his throat.
"I'm-"
"Clint Barton also known as Hawkeye" Stiles finished for him feeling satisfaction at the completely dumbfounded expression on the agents face.
Clint quickly schooled his features, but years spent observing his dads behaviours, reading him to predict whether it was a good day or a bad day (bad day = beatings and alcohol, not necessarily in that order) made it easy for him to see through the man's mask.
"Very few people are privy to that information kid"
Stiles merely shrugged "What can I say knowing things I'm not supposed to is a talent of mine"
Cling pursed his lips "Hmm"
He leaned forward in his chair and clasped his hands together on the table in front of him
"Do you know why your here Stiles?"
Said teen pretended to think about it for a moment before responding
"Well judging by that big ass file sitting on the table I'd say you've gathered several witness accounts and...unusual crime reports from the shit hole that is Beacon Hills because I know for a fact that my file is no where near that size"
"That's right it is substantially smaller than a file should be, Would you care to explain why that is?" Clint asked
Stiles considered this for a moment, mentally debating whether or not he should be honest with the man or not.
He spared a glance to the two way mirror behind Clint, Uncle Phil was probably standing right there watching this entire exchange. With that knowledge he had made up his mind,
"I hacked into the system and wiped everything from my file that I didn't want to be on there"
Phil POV
Phil's eyebrows climbed high on his forehead. He always knew the kid was too intelligent for his own good, but hacking into and erasing pretty much all the information on his file was unbelievable. Did this mean Stiles knew about S.H,E.I.L.D? Or his job?
He had so many questions that he barely restrained himself from storming through that door and demanding answers from his nephew.
No matter how much he wanted answers, whatever shot show was going down in Beacon Hills took priority, and besides, he had all the time in the world after the interrogation to ask the kid his questions. After all he was his Nephew.
He took another step closer to the glass of the two way mirror ignoring Fury's look of suspicion and focused his complete attention on Stiles, prepared to interfere if things got out of hand (which he didn't think would because he trusted Clint).
"A seventeen year old kid hacked into the governments record system, erased half the information on your file and got away with it?!" Clint asked disbelievingly, one eye brow raised challengingly
Stiles smirked "No, a 15 year old kid hacked into the governments record system, erased half the information on their file and got away with it"
Clint had a contemplative look on his face as he leaned back in his chair.
"That's an awfully impressive feat for a kid of 15, so either this wasn't your first time hacking into a governmental database, or you've got a shit load of luck"
Stiles eyes flickered with amusement "Well, it's definitely not the luck"
The archers jaw clenched and Phil could tell that he was using all his S.H.I.E.L.D training to keep his face a mask of indifference.
"Hmm so are you hireable? Are you hacking for money?"
"More like hacking to solve my boredom"
Phil pinched the bridge of his nose, Jesus Christ he's like a miniature stark
Stiles POV
Stiles looked intently at the man across from him waiting to see how he reacted to that little statement. He had to admit Clint was doing a pretty good job at keeping his expression neutral, so good in fact that if he hadn't been looking, he would've missed the cracks in his façade.
"But that's not what you wanted to ask me was it?"
"Your observant"
"Yeah, well you learn to be under certain circumstances"
"And what circumstances would they be?"
"That's a story for another time I'm afraid" The teen deflected and continued before Clint got the chance to press for more on the subject
"why don't we focus on what I was brought here for?"
"Straight to the point I see"
"What can I say I wanna get this over with so I can get out of this plain ass interrogation room"
"I mean seriously, have you guys ever considered redecorating? Some comfier chairs would not go under appreciated" he said shifting on his metal chair where his ass was beginning to go numb.
"It's an interrogation room, its not supposed to be comfortable"
"Yeah, well a little comfort would probably make it easier to get answers outta people"
"Answers to questions like why you seem to be involved in every crime report that's come from beacon hills in the past 2 years?" Clint asked Not to mention that these reports seem to be particularly...unusual
"Ah with the unexplainable camera footage and bizarre witness claims?" Stiles
"So you know exactly what I'm talking about then"
"No shit, you wouldn't have brought me in if I didn't"
"So, care to fill me in? and while you're at it explain how you took down 6 highly trained agents without so much as breaking a sweat"
"I can explain the crime reports easily enough, the hard part is whether your open minded enough to believe what I'm saying"
"And the martial arts?" Clint pressed after a moments contemplation
Stiles shrugged "Nothing more than self defence against, quite frankly, lousy kidnappers"
Clint raised his eyebrows in disbelief "You gave Elouise two cracked ribs, a broken nose and a concussion" he stated
"She stepped on my fucking bagel!" Stiles stated as if that explained everything, which to him it did, the bitch ruined his lunch and was serving the appropriate punishment.
"You put a woman in the hospital wing over a bagel?" Clint asked incredulously
"I was really looking forward to that bagel" He replied simply.
And the tea
And the tea
"Alright lets just move on from that"
"Good idea, all this bagel talk is bringing up some old feelings and I don't think I'm quite ready to face the heartbreak yet" Stiles agreed, faking a choked-up tone. If it weren't for his hand being cuffed behind his back, he would have pretended to wipe away tears for extra effect.
Lets do something about that shall we?
We shall
As Clint continued his little questionnaire Stiles bent his hand upwards (which was a pretty strenuous task by the way) and pulled out the safety pin he had stashed in the cuff of his jacket.
Do you just carry safety pins around with you everywhere?
Yep, took me a few kidnaps to fully master but I got it eventually
I don't know whether I should be concerned that you've been kidnapped enough times to figure that out or impressed that you did figure that out.
Both
I think I'll be put in this situation a lot
What situation?
Being caught between deciding whether or not to be concerned or impressed with you
Yeah, you're probably right
*sigh*
Once again Stiles found himself fully zoned out talking to Void (I should really work on that) and only caught the last few words of his sentence.
"– body of Laura Hale"
Stiles barely refrained from rolling his eyes – of course he would choose to start with the night my life turned to shit – Instead choosing to focus his arising anger on unlocking his cuffs and answering Clints question as vaguely as possible.
"Well I was doing my regular eavesdropping on dear old dads police calls, nothing outta the ordinary there, when one of his deputies called in a 187"
"A murder" Clint stated
Stiles sent him a wink "Bingo" then continued with his story
"So I drove over to my then best friends house-"
"Scott McCall?"
"-with a couple of flash lights and took him out into the woods to find the other half of the body" He continued electing to Ignore that...statement
"...you heard there was half a body out in the woods, so you dragged your best friend-"
"Then best friend" Stiles corrected immediately
Clint rolled his eyes "you heard there was half a body out in the woods, so you dragged your then best friend" he corrected himself, emphasising the 'then'
Stiles nodded in approval gesturing for the archer to continue
"Out onto the reserve in the middle of the night to go looking for it?" Clint finished incredulously
Stiles shrugged as best he could while trying to unlock his handcuffs "In my defence I didn't actually think we'd find it, It was more a ploy to piss of the sheriff, but-"
"Wait hang on a minute" Clint once again interrupted feeling confused which made Stiles huff in annoyance "why would you try to sabotage the sheriff? Isn't he your father?"
Stiles smiled bitterly "Well, let's just say he wasn't exactly father of the year"
Clint's eyes widened slightly and the teen saw recognition and understanding flash through his eyes. Stiles knew the man's own father was less than perfect and he was glad to have someone who would be able to relate in that instance.
"So you found the dead body? What happened after that?" Clint asked
Stiles sent him a small smile in gratitude for not pressing the issue which the archer returned.
"Scott and I ran into the boys in blue, but I was the only one that they actually saw so me being the generous person I am confronted them head on and gave Scott the chance to run"
Clint POV
"That's why it was only you who was recorded to have been there that night" Clint realised, pieces of the puzzle starting to fit together in his mind
"Yeah that's how it always was, I was never the only one caught up in these situations yet i was always the one taking the fall" The teen growled, anger flashing through his eyes
He felt a pang of sympathy for the kid, there's no way this kid is the bad guy.
"You can't have been the only one"
Stiles raised an eyebrow at him "That's why director Fury ordered for me to be brought here is it not?"
He is far too intelligent to be cooped up in some mediocre (yes he agreed with stiles although he would NEVER admit it) interrogation room being asked stupid questions.
"It is" he agreed slowly
"mhm, so anyway after that Scott-"
"Wait, wait, wait. You know what? No" He interrupted firmly, folding up the files and throwing them aside He wouldn't be needing them any longer.
"Barton what the fuck are you doing?" Fury's voice came...well, furiously, from the earpiece he was wearing
"Talking about this is useless, I can see that your a good kid. You were clearly involved in all of this im not denying that, but you aren't a threat, you are on the side of good" Clint ploughed on electing to ignore the angry director in his ear. They could get answers on Beacon hills another time, for now there were other questions he wanted answers to.
Stiles raised a questioning eyebrow.
Clint leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest "What I wanna know is how you know so much about S.H.E.I.L.D, how you became so proficient at hacking"
"How you learnt to free yourself from handcuffs"he added
Stiles POV
Wow...He's good.
He is
Stiles dropped the now useless handcuffs on the table and adjusted himself in his chair, taking time to stretch his arms
"Well, that's a whole nother story all together" he said
Clint shrugged "We've got time"
He pressed his lips into a thin line, mulling over his options
"Where should I start?"
"How about at the beginning" Clint suggested getting comfortable in his own seat
"Alright, let me take you back to when I was a kid"