Chapter 4
Mischief
The ride was quiet, and he was grateful that. The panic attack had left his head feeling a little fuzzy, so he would rather not have to focus enough to hold a full conversation. Uncle Phil was quiet, but he radiated a seething anger that would have out Mischief on edge if he was in the state of mind to consider doing so. He was tired even though he had had that nap earlier, so he let his eyes slid shut and let his ears be his tell him what was happening.
Mischief could hear the surprisingly quiet buzz of the engine of the jet, the quiet creaking of Hawkeye turning the steering control, the near silent steps of the red headed woman as she headed to the co-pilot seat, the forcibly controlled breathes of his uncle next to him. He just let himself sit there and listen as they made their way up the east coast towards Manhattan.
The teen was startled out of the near trance by the sudden sound of cloth shifting all around him, and his eyes opened to the interior of the jet once again. The others aboard the jet were getting up and getting ready to head out, and he looked to his uncle in a questioning manner.
"We've arrived at Stark tower, are you ready to head in?" The middle-aged man informed. Mischief nodded and slower grabbed the hand that his uncle offered to him before standing. They exited the aircraft, and he found himself standing on the roof with a landing zone. When he looked beyond the edge as they walked to the door, he saw other buildings, tall ones, just not as tall as Stark tower. All seven of them filed through the doorway and down a short hall to where an elevator sat, doors already open as if it knew they were coming.
He followed them into the metal death trap wearily and watched as the doors slid shut before him and then felt as they began to descend.
"Welcome back, it has been a while Mr. Coulson." As voice monotonaly called from the speakers of the elevator. Mischief's eyes went wide and he tensed before he turned to look at his uncle.
"Who is that?" He demanded swiftly. His uncle gave him a placating look while the others gave a quick chuckle.
"My designation is JARVIS. I am the AI system Mr. Stark build to help him in his everyday endeavors." Came from the voice that surrounded him. Mischief blinked slowly and forcibly untensed.
"...Nice to...meet you, JARVIS." The teen responded.
"And you as well, Mr. Stilinski." The somehow British accented AI responded before silence flooded the slowly descending elevator.
Mischief stared ahead at the doors, trying to ignore the fact that he felt eyes on himself. He watched as the doors glided open and the others started to slip out the elevator. He was frozen in place until his uncle placed a hand on his forearm, spurring him into forward movement. It was a big room with no separation walls, most of the outer walls consisted of windows. There was a large TV to the left of the room and a few couches over there as well. Everyone seemed to be settling in as they spread out across the room, some of them greeting others that Mischief didn't recognize. He caught a glint of silver-grey in the corner of his eye. He turned his head to find out what it was and...
Everything went black.
When Stiles awoke, he was being held down by the five point system of restraint in a white medical bed in what looked like an infirmary. The more awake he grew, the more the panic started to arise from within. A whimper broke through his throat as his breathing grew ragged with the impending panic attack. He closed his eyes to stop the tears coming to his eyes as his limbs started to jerk in hopes of getting rid of the restraints.
The tears finally made their trek down his cheeks as the word "No" came burbling out of his mouth at a near constant pace. The panic pushed Stiles under like a tidal wave and the last thing he felt before he went under was a prick in his neck.
This time, when he awoke there was no restraints on him anymore, but his mind still felt a little foggy. Slowly he turned his head to look to his left side, and his gaze landed on his uncle that was watching him back. Stiles then noticed that his uncle was holding his left hand, his hand twitched suddenly around the hand when he made the realization. Uncle Phil's hand tightened around his as he realized that Stiles was not just conscious but... the most him that he had been in months.
Phil
Phil watched his nephew come back to the world, calmly this time unlike the nightmarish horror that had happened the last time. As he watched his only nephew come to himself, he looked into his eyes and he realized that Mieczyslaw had recognized the moment he saw him, that he didn't seem scared or worried; And that was the closest Phil had seen Mieczyslaw to being himself since they had found him in that HYDRA Facility.
They looked at each other for a moment before Mieczyslaw started to speak.
"What...happened?" He asked, seeming unsure of himself.
"What's the last thing that you remember, Mieczyslaw?" Phil softly asked his nephew. He took a moment to think before replying.
"We got to Stark tower, we went down a few levels in the elevator and entered a... common room? It had a TV and some couches..." He paused for but a moment and then continued, "and then nothing." Phil nodded before sighing and leaning back in his chair, letting his gaze reach the ceiling.
"One moment you were fine and then the next you lunged at Barnes who had been at the counter in the kitchen area of the common floor. You went after him like you had the intent to kill and he blocked most of the attacks, but you got pretty close towards the end, but Captain Rogers stepped in and helped restrain you so we could sedate you. It was... It was like you were possessed." At the last word, Mieczyslaw shuddered and pulled in a shuttering breath, to Phil's concern which caused him to look back down to his nephew who had his eyes firmly looking as the blanket that lay over his legs.
"Did I... hurt anyone?" He quietly asked his uncle, looking younger and more fragile than Phil had seen him in years.
"No." Phil answered firmly. "Barnes didn't even have a bruise on him by the time it was over and you didn't seem to see Steve coming." Stiles pulled his hand out of his uncles and gripped the blanket tightly. Phil could already see the guilt forming in his nephews face and tried to put a stop to it.
"Hey, no. That wasn't you Mieczyslaw. You wouldn't hurt anyone like that. We know it has something to do with why HYDRA was holding you at that facility. Barnes doesn't even blame you at all. He knows it wasn't you."
"You don't know the things I've had to do." Stiles answered dully.
"Whatever they made you do doesn't matter. You didn't want to do it." Phil asserted, but then blanched when his nephew shook his head and looked him dead in the eyes.
"You don't know what you're talking about." He said before sitting up and throwing his legs over the edge of the medbay bed. Phil was stunned for a moment before he got up to follow his nephew.
"The sedative we gave you earlier may not be worn off completely yet, you should sit down." Phil called out after his nephew.
"I feel fine." Mieczyslaw replied smoothly as he sat to pull on his shoes that they had taken off when they had put him the bed.
"Then do you care to explain why we had to sedate you after you woke up?" Phil demanded a little agitated that Mischief wasn't resting like he should be.
The younger stood swiftly and turned to head out of the medbay. "Not really," he called back as he proceeded, "after all I don't actually know why. Just don't restrain me again and we'll be fine." He stated as he hit the elevator button before turning to face his uncle.
His nephew’s attitude was throwing Phil off, but he still felt like hitting someone because someone had to have made his nephew react like that to restraints.
"...Okay. Maybe you shouldn't see Barnes anytime soon then. We don't know why you reacted like that quite yet but until we do it would be for the best to not need the restraints." Phil gave him.
The doors to the elevator and as Mieczyslaw turned to enter Phil looked into the elevator to find that it already had an occupant, the exact one that shouldn't be seen by newest and youngest temporary resident of the tower.
Barnes.