CHAPTER TWO
Steve entered the common floor and stared at a complete and utter mess. He scratched his head confused watching all the empty bottles and snacks scattered all over the floor and sofas. He frowned and deeply sighed, Tony was an idiot. He walked to the fridge and open it, for his not so pleasant surprise, there were bottles of vodka and whisky everywhere, and Tony´s little brother welcome cake was half eaten, but not nicely eaten, wildly eaten, cake all over the damn fridge. He sighed and took the milk out, he just wanted to have breakfast, some damn cereal, the only thing he could actually prepare.
Halfway through his plate, he saw as the elevator´s doors opened and a pretty fucked up Tony appeared through them, he was slowly dragging his feet and it seemed he was about to vomit his entire living being, it looked like he was still drunk. Steve smirked under his breath, “Fun night?” He asked teasing the man, who only was able to mumble a poor fuck off before crumbling in the couch, “I´m never drinking again” He whispered closing his eyes for a moment, hoping his head just stopped moving in circles.
Steve raised his eyebrows and slowly nodded, “I´ve heard that before” He mumbled playing with the remaining color hoops, he hummed remembering something, “By the way, you ate your brother´s welcome cake” He added looking at the man, still laying on the couch with an arm above his head. Tony groaned against it, “I didn’t do it” He answered slowly.
Steve blinked several times, “Then who did?” He asked.
Suddenly there was a light flash and a tall man appeared out of nowhere. Steve dropped his spoon inside the bowl making the milk splash all over the table and his face, Tony let out a squawk of surprise and sat in the couch with a hand over his chest, “Cant you use the elevator like a freaking normal person?” He exclaimed throwing a cushion to Stiles before falling against the couch again.
Stiles smirked catching the cushion easily, “I can’t believe you’re hungover” He mumbled mocking his brother, “You’re getting way too old for this shit"
Steve stared at the guy in blank, who apparently Tony knew, and he was gorgeous, he was tall and he could see his tattoos all over his arms and a few coming out of his shirt through the neck. Steve shook his head, getting out of his trance, Stiles turned and stared at the cap for a few seconds, clearly entertained. He smirked, “Everything alright over there captain?” He asked, watching the man nervously clean up the table and his face. Steve blinked confused and opened his mouth several times, “Mmm what?” He asked even more confused, who the hell was that guy and how he knew who Steve was.
Tony groaned annoyed standing up really slowly, “Leave the man alone Stiles” He whispered walking toward him. Steve looked between them even more confused, what the hell was a Stiles?
“Stiles?”
“Yeah… he´s my brother, he has a weird polish name that no one can pronounce” Tony answered distracted looking for something in the fridge, he moaned disgusted when he saw all the booze, “Stiles, Steve, Steve, Stiles” He added introducing them. Tony happily took out the cake from the fridge, immediately Stiles stepped in, “Hell no, get your own cake” He mumbled snatching the crumbs from the old hands of his brother.
Steve watched them amused, specially how he left Stiles take the cake, Tony would have never let him or any one of the team take the damn cake so easily.
“Nice to meet you” Stiles said with a quick smile, sitting beside him. Steve gave him a side way look, the guy acted too casual, as if they had known each other for they whole live.
“Nice to meet you too” Steve answered concentrating in his cereal.
Stiles hummed happily eating the rest of his red velvet cake, trying not to laugh at the awkward captain America sitting beside him. He knew he was hot and big, with muscles and a gorgeous butt. But the one sitting beside him, exceeded all his expectations. Tony gave him a look, a look that said I know you playboy, leave the man alone. Stiles rolled his eyes and focused on his cake, it wasn’t as if the image of America would ever fix his eyes on someone like Stiles, he was too… dark. He felt something odd inside his stomach, as if his body was used to only thinking about Derek, not other man. Immediately Stiles felt guilty, even knew he wasn’t supposed too.
Tony joined him with a fork, “Don’t you want to make your bigger brother some breakfast?” He asked playing with some crumbs in front of him. Stiles immediately look up, “You know I don’t cook Tony” He answered stronger than he was supposed to, he knew Tony didn’t ask to bother him, it was a perfectly innocent question but still it made his stomach switch. It had been their family hobby, cooking. The three of them used to cook all the time, specially his mother, she loved baking. When she died, they continued the tradition, it was a way to remember her. But when his father died too, every time he picked up a pan, he opened a recipes book, it felt like treason. He hadn’t cooked in almost eight years and Tony knew that.
Almost immediately Tony opened his eyes and mouth, “Oh… oh oh, yeah mmm sorry” He awkwardly mumbled, “Just eat your cake” He ordered shoving the matter away with his hand. Stiles shook his head but didn’t answer. Steve decided to ignore the whole thing.
After a couple of minutes of pure silence, the old matter forgotten, Tony decided to open his big ugly mouth again.
“You thought about it, right?” Tony asked quietly, gaining the two mans attention. Stiles frowned, “You mean…”
“Staying here, with me, with us. For as long as you want and I don’t know, maybe you could learn to defend yourself and-“
Stiles twisted his mouth and slowly dropped the fork, “I know how to defend myself Tony” He whispered, “I have these remember?” He asked waving his fingers, where red little flames appeared. He had told Tony the night before he would stay, but in his defense he was drunk as hell and still heartbroken and in reality he had no idea what he was going to do or what he wanted. If honest he just wanted to lose control for a bit and breath and maybe, just maybe he could stay a couple of months and just see how things go.
Steve stared surprised at Stiles hands as if they where a potential threat, when Stiles noticed, he smiled pleased, “You don’t have to worry about anything, big guy” He stopped himself when he realized the nick name he had just said. He used to call Derek that way when they started dating, he didn’t even knew why he said it, it just came naturally out of his mouth. He frowned confused and shook his head, he cleared his throat, “Lets just say, I´m a little magical” He added with a quick smile. Steve was about to answer when Tony interrupted him.
“I know that! And I don’t care, I have no idea what you been through but now you are here so...“
“Exactly, you have no idea Tony” Stiles replied quietly trying to push away his insistences. He sighed when he knew he had made the atmosphere tense one more time. He cursed under his breath and pushed the cake away, he stood up, “We´ll talk about this later alright? I need to be somewhere else” He added already walking away, not waiting for answer, he didn’t want one.
Tony shook his head at the sudden actitud of Stiles, he frowned, “Wait what? What do you mean, where are you going?” He asked following his brother to the elevator. When Stiles ignored him, Tony sighed, “JARVIS, do not let him ride this freaking elevator” Tony exclaimed, not getting his eyes off Stiles, who only frowned exasperated, “That is not fucking fear and JARVIS please let me use the elevator, I have more important things to do” He exclaimed annoyed, pushing all the controls in the little screen beside the elevator but still nothing.
Tony raised his arms to the sky in exasperation, “How do you even know who JARVIS is?” He asked confused. Stiles rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “I think sometimes you forget I´m your brother. I´m as smart as you and sometimes I think smarter and if you can hack, well guess what, so can I” He replied annoyed, still pushing the buttons. Tony sarcastically smirked, “Please, smarter than me? You only wish! You’re a freaking teenage boy”
Stiles gave him a killer look and deeply sighed, trying to calm himself.
“Look I have a meeting, an important one and I´m already late and we will talk about it later, tonight alright? When I come back” He asked without really asking before he tele transported himself out of Tony´s sight.
“That went well” Steve murmured still eating his cereal. Tony gave him a killer look, “Sip it Rogers” He answered back madly. He walked to the table and sat, “I suck at this” He exclaimed pushing the cake away with disgust. There was no point eating it without Stiles. Steve smirked, “I think, he even sucks more than you do at this” Steve answered with honesty before leaving his empty plate in the sink.
Tony smirked scratching his chin, “I have no idea whats going in his life, inside his little stupid head and suddenly he just pops out of nowhere, making magical tricks and covered in damn tattoos and he doesn’t talk to me” He complained.
But Steve just put a hand on his shoulder, “Yeah, you two have too much in common to be honest” He said, “I think he came here because he needs a break for whatever problems he was into”
Tony nodded, “Yeah, yeah, yeah but he’s so stubborn and he just got here and look at this mess”
“Well so are you my friend” Steve exclaimed happily, it was almost comical how alike and different at the same time they were. Tony rolled his eyes, “Don’t you have a mission of something, go save the freaking world man"
*
Stiles appeared in his room and took a deep breath, enjoying the silence, way to go in breakfast and have a stupid fight with your brother in front of Steve freaking Rogers. He deeply sighed walking straight to the shower, indeed, he was late for his meeting with Liam, he needed to talk to the alpha of New York´s pack, he had to know the news Stiles was currently out of services and well, out of the pack. He quickly removed his clothes and entered the super unnecessary modern shower, he opened the freezing water and closed his eyes with relief, feeling the tension leave his body, he had always liked better the cold water.
In less than five minutes, he was out with a towel around his waist. He looked at himself in the mirror and twisted his mouth with tiredness. All the runes seemed to shine with their unique power but their beauty was opaque by all his scars. Lots of marks showing his past battles, he didn’t know if he liked them or hated them, what he did know was that only Derek knew his body like that, he knew every scar and every mole and knew what Stiles had went through to acquire them.
He quickly looked away and entered the room, he rummage between all his scattered clothes in the floor, he had taken too little of them, everything was still at his, at Derek´s apartment, he ignored his pained heart. He looked up and doubt a little before asking to the ceiling, “JARVIS?” He asked quietly, with precaution, honestly feeling a little stupid.
“Yes sir?” A male voice asked nicely. Stiles half smiled, “Can you please prepare a car for me?” Stiles asked as he put on his boxers. The mechanic voice took a while to answer, “Sir, Mr. Stark told me not let you go”
Stiles immediately rolled his eyes because he knew it, he knew his stupid brother would pull of something like that, he was childish. He cursed under his breath, “JARVIS, you well know I´m also a Stark, right?” He asked staring at the ceiling.
“Yes sir”
Stiles nodded to himself, “Well following the entire world logic, I can also, practically do whatever the hell I want, right?”
JARVIS was silent for a couple of seconds, “I supposed sir, yes”
“So can you please, my nice friend, prepare a car for me so I´m not too late to my meeting” Stiles exclaimed as he put on a blue light sweater on.
“Which one sir? Mr. Stark has a wide collection of sports car” Jarvis answered immediately. Stiles hummed, thinking, surely, as the big fan his brother was about cars and his huge amount of money, he had the latest models. He widely smiled, “Prepare the Urus please Jarvis, the black one”
“Of course Mr. Stark” Jarvis answered. Stiles frowned a the formality, “Please just Stiles, Mr. Stark is my brother, it sounds too important and formal on me” He replied grabbing his phone.
“Well then Stiles, your car is ready”
To say he stole some looks was little, apparently driving the latest Lamborghini model was truly a novelty in New York City, as well as driving in the streets filled with traffic, how did Tony could stand that level of traffic. He immediately thought about Beacon Hills and its almost empty streets. He shook his head, sending those thoughts away, he had a different road in front of him, it was time he took it.
Liam´s house was on Fire Island, in the outskirts of New York, a little place in the south of Long Island. It was perfectly small, few population but still close enough to the big apple. It took him almost half hour less than the usual to get there. The island was beautiful, there was vegetation and fauna everywhere and well, in few words, it was a town for rich people. He quickly drove to the furthest mansions, the ones hidden among all the large trees, between the mountains. In a way it remembered Stiles of the old Hale house, a huge house in the middle of literally no where. Werewolves were strange creatures.
A soon as Stiles turn off the engine, he knew he had eyes on him. He climbed off and raised his hands, “I come in peace” He mumbled, mocking a little, knowing there was people listening. When there was no answer he rolled his eyes, “C´mon Liam, let me in” He exclaimed walking toward the porch, “I´m sorry I was late” He added teasing. The wide white doors opened and a big, really really tall guy in a black suit came out. The guy had such a serious face, Stiles was sure he hadn’t smiled in his entire life.
“Is this really necessary?” He asked raising his hands again with tiredness, spreading his legs and arms. The man didn’t open his mouth, instead he began feeling Stiles up, looking for something mysterious, “Careful with those big hands, handsome” Stiles teased before widely smiling at the annoyed look the man gave him.
“He’s clean and ready” The werewolf said to the microphone he had in his ear, his voice was ridiculously deep, a perfect match with his face. Stiles smirked already pushing the guy away, “I´m always ready” He whispered quietly walking to the living room he knew Liam was waiting in. Stiles looked around, it was different since the last time he came, the whole pack had came, it had been a good vacations. They had rebuilt and redesign, it looked modern and minimalist, almost every wall was white so the light reflected everywhere. There was too much light for Stiles taste but as he had said, werewolves were strange creatures.
Finally he was in front of a pair of perfect glass doors to a small office, Stiles opened them quickly, entering as if he own the house, “I like what you did to this place” He exclaimed watching as the man pour some brownish liquid into two glasses. He smiled before looking up, his golden eyes scanning Stiles from head to toes, “I like what you did with yourself ” He answered showing a perfectly charming smile. He walked toward him, “Its good to see you Stilisnki” He added giving him the glass.
Stiles smiled too before taking a sip, never letting his eyes off Liam, “Good to see you too Liam Grant” He answered before hugging him tight, it had been a long time since they saw each other.
Liam indicate the chair for Stiles to sit and accommodate himself in front on him, in the middle, it rested a little wooden table with some books and scattered papers on it. Liam leaned on his seat and put an arm on the backrest, “Now, I know this isn’t a sympathetic visit, what do you need me for?” Liam asked gaining a serious grin on his face that said everything was business. Stiles half smiled and looked down, “Always right to the point huh?” He asked, mocking Liam a little, who only raised one eyebrow waiting for his response.
Stiles rolled his eyes and wondered what was the deal between werewolves, mansions in the middle of nowhere and talking with their eyebrows. He cleared his throat and left his drink on the table, “Well I don’t need you for anything, I just came to let you know I will be staying in New York for a while, nothing you have to worry about” Stiles answered gaining his poker face too. Liam narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, “And your pack?”
Stiles twisted his mouth feeling so awkward it actually hurt, “Lets just say, we took different paths por a while” He answered forcing himself to smile. It was true, practically the only one who knew where he was, was Scott, he didn’t even told Lydia and he was pretty sure she was gonna kill him for that. He felt bad for it but when he booked his flight to New York, all he wanted was to disappear for a while and be alone.
“That leads me to the second notice, if you need something, you´ll have to talk to Lydia, I don’t think Derek is willing to… “ He shut himself up and cleared his throat again, he didn’t like saying his name out loud, “And well… Scott is arriving in a few days, he’s staying with me” Stiles added finally looking away, finishing quickly his drink. He had never truly liked whisky but the burning still helped.
Liam remained silent for a few seconds, “You broke up with Derek didn’t you?” He asked quietly, piercing Stiles with his stare.
Siles shook his head, avoiding eye contact, “Am I that transparent?” He asked smiling falsely making Liam smirked, “No my dear friend, remember I have known you since you were a brat teenage boy in love with that man and well, you know… werwolves powers” He whispered with a cocky smile. Stiles smiled too but looked down sadly, he knew Liam was thinking the last time they visited him, Stiles couldn't take out those memories from his head, “I remember too” Liam added lowering his voice, confirming Stiles suspicions.
“Specially the day before you guys arrived. Honestly, it took me a while to remove that awful sex scent you left in my guest room” He exclaimed looking away annoyed. Stiles raised his eyebrows before laughing, “Oh yes, I remember the look everyone gave us in the morning” Stiles mumbled laughing with nostalgia.
“I´m truly sorry for that” He answered honestly. Him and Derek had just started dating and well, they couldn’t take their hand of each other, it had been good times. Good old times.
“I´m sorry Stiles, I know how madly in love you two were” Liam whispered looking genuinely honest. Stiles blinked several times, digesting his words. Indeed he had been so in love with Derek, but that feeling was terrible lost. He immediately stood up, feeling the pressure of the moment being too much. Liam leaned back at the sudden movement. Stiles clapped his hands and smiled, “Well, thanks for the drink and you know where to find me” He whispered already walking away.
Liam remained sitten, he frowned a bit confused, “Actually I don’t, but I guess I´ll figure it out” He answered raising his drink in a gesture of affection.
Stiles stared at him a couple of seconds, “Whatever you need Liam, I´m here” He mumbled and got out, ignoring the body guards looking at him. He felt his anxiety increasing until he locked himself in the car and all the nature sounds were muted. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
He remained still until he got anxious about it too, he shook himself and started the car, he needed to get out, it had been too much of werwolves in just a few hours, too much of Derek.
He was quickly out of town, in one of the Brooklyn bridges, he had no clue which one, he was heading home earlier than he had thought, guess the talk he was trying to avoid with his brother was happening sooner, talking of the devil, his name pooped out in the little screen, along with a ridiculous photo of the man drunk that Stiles was kind enough to take the night before. Immediately he declined it and turned up the volume, letting the voice of Bruce Springsteen fill his car. When he suddenly visualize two black trucks behind him, only a couple of other cars between them. Normally he would had let passed it away but he had seen them on his way to Liam´s house.
Stiles cursed under his breath, “God damn it Tony” He whispered forcing the car to go faster, the lambo roared in response and easily Stiles began to dodge every car, ignoring the curses. But the two rogue overs didn’t give up, in fact they began a chase. One more time the little screen lighted up with Tony´s name. Stiles rolled his eyes going faster, finally leaving behind the freaking cars in a red light. Stiles madly answered the call pressing a little too hard on the screen.
“Did you seriously made two cars follow me Tony, really?” Stiles asked madly, finally slowing down when he realized no one was chasing him anymore. Tony huffed on the line, “You only count two? Cmon Stiles” Tony answered as if it was really the time to mock his brother.
But Stiles didn’t have time to answer, he had to press the brakes to the bottom, making the tires squeal against the pavement. His head lightly crashed against the sit when the car finally stopped. Stiles looked up and saw the long line of motionless cars and then the people running, running away.
“Stiles?” Tony asked unsure when he didn’t hear an answer. But Stiles wasn’t paying attention anymore, “I´ll call you later” He answered distracted as he hung up and slowly got out of the car. Almost immediately only two vans appeared behind him, pushing the brakes exactly as he had did. As soon as the cars stopped, several man in black uniforms stepped out, “Mr. Stark, we have orders to take you back home” One of them said already walking toward Stiles, who only gave him a are you stupid or something? stare that made the man stopped in his place, “Please don’t call me that”
“I am not Mr. Stark” He added walking away, the exact opposite direction from the people frantically running away came from, some of them screaming, other crying. Parents carrying their children. Stiles began to accelerate his pace, crashing against the people the closer he got.
“Mr. Sta- Mr. Stilinski!” The man yelled nervously, following him like a fucking dog. Stiles ignored the man, his heart beating faster because the nearer he got, the more he knew what was probably going on. It was the smell. A distinctive smell of burning sulfur, brimstone to be more accurate. When he heard the deep roar and saw the tall flames, he knew what he was about to encounter.
He began running, pushing the civilians out of the streets until he faced them. Black counterfactual creatures, crooked on their own feet, with red as blood, shinning eyes. With hooves and long claws, sharper than werewolves ones. He began chanting in low voice, an elderly spell in old galo.
He watched pleased as the creatures stopped attacking people, his roars ceasing. This creatures were dangerous for one reason, they were able to give orders, anything they wanted and the people without will, were forced to do it but the spell was enough to make them shut the hell up. Stiles easily knocked one out when it came running toward him, he never stopped his spell, speaking louder as he got near them. He felt his hands warmer, his inner power waking up at the battle in front of him. The creatures visibly began to get madder, looking around trying to find Stiles, the spell wasn’t supposed to kill them but it was enough to make them slower, fragile, it made them powerless.
Their voice was deep and hoarse, almost as a throaty loud scream. He quickly dodge two creatures running toward him in his four limps. He finally light up his hands in fire when the monsters pounced at him, they were easily eight of them surrounding Stiles, but he had seen worse and he had been into worse.
He had find out about his abilities back in Beacon Hills and the arid doctor Deaton had actually being a good help, he had taught him about everything related with sparks, although he hated that name. The gift of controlling the elements wasn’t an easy one but he was getting good at it, still learning about it but getting damn good at it. Specially with fire, he didn’t know why but it had been a instant connection since the moment he first felt his hand on literally fire. The one he wasn’t truly good at was wind, it was too… sneaky and didn’t like to cooperate with him.
He fought against them, ignoring the scratches and punches. He provoked a tall wave of dirt hitting the ground with his fists, throwing every creature away in his pass, but they were too many of them, they had being popping one by one somewhere near but Stiles couldn’t see crap, specially when a particular big black demon jumped on top of him, making Stiles hit the ground with the beast on top of him. His mouth wide opened, showing his sharp and thin as needles fangs.
One more time Stiles began his chanting, grabbing the creatures neck with strength, squeezing until it was dead on top of Stiles who quickly shoved him away and leaned on his elbow looking up, when a sudden explosion happened beside him. Stiles turned around putting an arm over his face at the sudden light, trying to cover himself. He looked up when Iron freaking man was cruising the skies. Stiles half smiled about to stand up when he saw a hand in front of him. He widely smiled taking the hand, standing up with effort, “It was time you joined me captain” He exclaimed before clapping him in the back.
Steve shook his head, looking visibly irritated, “You shouldn’t be here” He exclaimed before throwing his shield, hitting one of those things in the stomach with it. Stiles smiled again, taking off his jacket, “Guess who has been entreating them, until you guys decided to join me” Stiles exclaimed already walking away, throwing a big ball of fire at the one beast running toward him, he felt surprised eyes on him. He shook his head ignoring them and began his spell again, it was the only one he knew against korreds. They were creatures so old, he was sured it was the only existent spell against them. He looked around him, trying to find their source. Normally those things appeared with a ritual. It needed the enchanting, fire, blood and big rocks with special runes on it, the usual stuff for invoking demons and dark creatures. But the person behind all that, had to be powerful, it was needed a huge amount of dark magic to be around forces as dark as that one.
His brother passed flying above him, dangerously too close to his damn head. Stiles rolled his eyes but never closed his mouth, he stared as black widow and hawkeye suddenly appeared jumping out of a quinjet. Stiles kicked one korred on the leg, ignoring the sound on breaking bones and grabbed its head, easily breaking its neck. He heard Black widow´s question and the surprise behind it.
“Who the hell is this kid?” She asked as she kicked some demons butts.
Stiles rolled his eyes at the kid part, he was twenty one years old thank you very much lady. He threw a strong burst of wind making a tone of demons fly away, giving him time enough to locate their source and for Stiles not so pleasant surprise, it came from above the earth. He looked up searching for Tony, making gestures for him to get down, almost immediately Tony was in front of him and yeah, he was mad, “What the hell are you doing here Stiles?!” He asked under his mask but Stiles could hear the anger on his voice.
Stiles shook his head stopping his chanting, almost immediately the korreds began moving faster and stronger again, “Whatever you were doing, keep doing it!” He heard Hawkeye yelled as he took a strong punch right in the face coming from a demon.
Stiles took Tony´s arm gaining his attention, “We have to close that hole or more will come, keep them busy for me” He exclaimed above the noise, already running away. Tony shook his head, “How will you do it?!” He yelled rising up again above the floor. Stiles shook his head, “Leave it to me!” He answered knocking out every monster in his way, he regained his chanting again, almost smiling at the sudden thank you Hawkeye bother to yell.
Quickly, Stiles was in front of the hole, he stared at it and realized the ritual had been done in an abandoned tunnel, it once was a line used by the subway. But the person who started it was now gone. Stiles created a huge ball of water, sending it to extinguish the pentagram in bright fire. Almost immediately he heard the screams from the demons but he knew it wasn’t enough to finally defeat them. He focused and closed his eyes, feeling his connections with earth, he heard it slowly following his inner instructions, he heard the big rocks with runes on it falling and crashing against them, followed by the sad hollows of dying creatures.
Stiles felt his legs weaker and kneeled on the floor, ignoring Tonys callings. He opened his eyes and finally shut up when he knew it was over, he put his hands on the floor trying to suck some energy from it, it was an old trick Deaton had taught him back in Beacon Hills.
He felt a hand in his shoulder, he lightly turned around to see up his shoulder, it was Tony looking at him worriedly. Stiles hated that, he shook himself before slowly standing up, “You´re alright?” Tony asked quietly. When Stiles nodded with a cocky smile, Tony slapped him in the back of his head, “What the fuck are you doing here idiot, you could have been killed!” Tony exclaimed madly crossing his arms over his chest.
Stiles rolled his eyes and immediately turned around, he was too tired to explain himself, “Your welcome” He said instead, looking for his jacket, he didn't know why he had throw it away, it was a nice jacket, but the captain was watching and his stupid brain decided it was time to show off his muscles. He could almost hear Tonys cursing, “Wait a second, do you mind telling us what the hell was all that” Tony exclaimed, grabbing his arm making Stiles freeze in his place, “Can we talk about it in the tower, I feel like I´m about to pass out, I used too many energy and I left your car back there, I want it back”
“You are dead” Tony exclaimed madly following his brother, “No, no, you re gonna be the dead of me” He exclaimed even more frustrated. Stiles gave him a side way look, “I´m fine Tony, you don’t have to worry about me man, I´m not a little kid anymore” He answered tiredly finally finding his damn jacket covered in dust and dirt. Tony stared at him for a few seconds, “You know I can take you in less than five minutes to the tower right?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest, “Or you can just do whatever you do with you weird magic to appear somewhere else"
Stiles nodded tiredly, he wished he could tele transport himself that easily, but actually, it reacquired a lot more energy that he actually had, “Totally but am… I think we have some matters to talk about and lets just take the damn car” He answered nervously scratching his neck, just hopping Tony take the hint Stiles was willing and wanted to talk to him in complete privacy. Steve cleared his throat behind them making Tony jump, “Jesus, Steve” He hissed madly making Stiles laugh under his breath. But Steve wasn’t laughing.
“What you did was extremely dangerous” He exclaimed crossing his arms over his chest, acquiring a protective air, “Those creatures were dangerous Stiles” Steve added lowering his voice, as if he was talking to a little kid. Stiles watched his tensed arms, showing off his rigid, big muscles and he almost pass out again. He cleared his throat looking up at him, “No offense good sir but I think I kind of saved your asses” Stiles exclaimed shrugging because there was no question left he was doing exactly that.
Steve stared at him nearly open mouthed, “Language!” He exclaimed madly but Stiles was only able to smile at the man because he was a dork. Steve was pushed away as Hawkeyes made his way to Stiles.
“Hi, I´m Clint” The man exclaimed grabbing Stiles hand, who was a little surprised at the familiarity the guy took his hand with, “Hi, Stiles” He answered with a quick smile.
“Stiles?” Natasha asked pushing Steve a little more away, who only raised his hands exasperated. Stiles waved his hand awkwardly, “What kind of name is that?” She asked staring at him as if he was a potential threat. Stiles blinked several times, “You´ll have to ask my mother” He answered with a fake smile. When no one answered he deeply sighed, “I´m Tony´s brother, the one that was supposed to arrive like in a week” He answered unsure of what to do next.
But Natasha only shook his head looking at Tony, “He wasn't supposed to know about us and our… line of work” She hissed directly to Tony as if Stiles wasn’t there. Tony rolled his eyes and stared at her, “Natasha, he’s my brother, you don’t think he’s smart or what? Of course he knows”
He crossed his arms over his chest, “Little Stark over here, hacked shield and I don’t know what else, he won’t tell me” Tony actually accused him. Stiles gave him a mad stare before whispering a quick gossipmonger under his breath.
Natasha turned to Stiles and stared at him as if it was the first time she was actually looking at him. Stiles just wanted to disappeared under earth at her intimidate stare, “How did you knew, what were does things?” She asked quietly.
Stiles opened his mouth and closed it again when he noticed people around them, taking pictures and crap. He turned to Tony, “Can we go please?” He asked without really asking, taking Tony´s arm with strength. His brother sighed and waved his hand, “See you in the tower guys” He answered following Stiles mad steps.
Once again in the car, ignoring all the flashes and whispering, Stiles adrenaline left him in an instant. He felt his muscles aching, but it was good to feel it again, he had missed that known aching. It remind him of the good old adventures. Tony didn’t take his eyes of him, “Are you alright?” He asked quietly.
Stiles grabbed his neck twisting it, he had always hated that feeling, the exhausted feeling that came along with the price of magic, he knew he had to pay for it, but still... he hated that feeling, “I´m fine… just tired” He answered leaning on his seat, he could feel Tony´s eyes still on him.
“Really Stiles, can you please tell me what is going on with you?” Tony asked tiredly, his voice sounding too honest and hopeful, it even surprised Stiles, who only shook his head, he didn’t want to talk about anything, about his past, his special abilities, his pack, anything, not even about Derek. He was tired from it, but his brother… he was kind enough to take him in his home, yeah he was a millionaire and crap but Stiles knew Tony genuinely care about him.
“I am a… they are called sparks” He began as he started the car and quickly took off, “They are creatures so unique and strong they only appear a couple of years, I am the first one in almost a hundred years and well… we can control the elements and crap and all that, you know magic” He rambled, waving his hand, “And lets just say, I´m deep into the supernatural world and I know all about it, well not all, but a lot of it and saying more, its just… I want to leave all that behind and forget about it” Stiles finally explained, squeezing so hard the wheel, his knuckled where white. When Tony remained silent, Stiles sighed lightly annoyed, “Say something please?”
Tony nodded slowly, “So… you’re a spark” He mumbled to himself before shaking his head and for Stiles surprise, he was laughing, “What an ugly name” He added laughing more. Stiles let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding on and laughed too, “I know, I know, what can I say” He answered staring at the road in front of him, feeling his shoulders lighter. He remembered the other matter, staying in the tower, he twisted his mouth, thoughtful, Tony only wanted to “protect” him, even tho, he was perfectly capable of it but he wasn’t doing it for him, after all it was just for a couple of months, what could go wrong.
“I´ll move in” He exclaimed surprising Tony, who blinked several times, he had caught him unguarded, “You’re serious?” He asked excited, his face lighting up. Stiles nodded feeling lightly awkward, “Sure, just one condition” He answered.
Tony nodded waiting for Stiles to proceed, “Scott has to stay with me”
He blinked again, confused, “Who the hell is Scott?”
Stiles sighed before explaining their whole history, since they where in diapers. How they had passed through everything together, his mother´s dead, Scott´s father leaving him and his mother and more. He never mentioned the recent events, the ones linked to the supernatural, it wasn’t something that he wanted Tony to know, was he being a little coward? Yes, and somehow he felt selfish but he quickly pushed his feelings away. It wasn’t his secret to tell after all.
*
They arrived to the tower quickly after they little chat. It had felt good, another step more in their relationship. But for Stiles unpleasant surprise, the entire avengers team was waiting for them in the living room, except for Thor. Patiently waiting, surely for Stiles explanation for everything, but they were professionals spies, Stiles was sure by then they knew everything about him, from his family, studies and well… every time he had trouble with the law.
Stiles paused for a seconds as the doors of the elevator closed behind his back, all eyes were on him. He blinked several times feeling so awkward he wanted to run away. But Tony put a hand on his back and pushed him with strength when Stiles tried to back away, he finally walked to the living room. The first one to move was Bruce, he raised his hand, “I believe we haven’t meet, nice to meet you Stiles” He exclaimed with a kind smile. Stiles remained silent and took his hand with a warm but quick smile.
Bruce cleared his throat gaining his attention again, “I see you graduate first in your class, both psychology and… medicine” The doctor exclaimed as if he was truly surprised. Stiles then realized there was tablet next to him, his nervousness grew because everyone actually knew half of his past now. He quickly shrugged it away, “I got a lot of help” He answered feeling truly stupid. He opened his mouth again, “I finished earlier high school” He explained at surely everyone thoughts of why a twenty one year old had two degrees. Bruce nodded still carefully scanning him, “Sorry for your parents” He added sounding too honest to be true. Stiles looked down, nodding with a fake smile.
Steve stared at Stiles feeling bad for the guy. The moment they had arrived to the tower, Natasha as the distrustful spy she was, dig in, finding everything she could about Stiles. Indeed he was Tony´s brother, only by father. He was raised by a different man and as his mother he had died too. Somehow it remind him about his childhood and the fact Stiles had to lived that as well… it made him want to know him better.
Stiles bit his lips before nervously walking to the furthest couch, he awkwardly put a leg on top of the other “So…” He started but Natasha interrupted him stepping in, “How did you knew what were does things?” She asked exactly like before. Stiles cleared his throat, he felt so uneasy under her eyes, him and Tony shared a quick look that Natasha didn’t ignore, she narrowed her eyes even more. Stiles scratched the back of his neck and swallowed hard, “I- I have connections to the supernatural world…” He mumbled unsure, his answer seemed more like a question but Natasha only frowned harder, “How-“
“I was a very curious kid” He finally exclaimed but it was enough to make her shut up, “They were korreds” He added, getting everyones attention, which only made him more nervous if possible. Stiles looked at everyone and laid his eyes on Steve who only gave him a nod for him to proceed.
“They are very old and rare creatures, they used to live in French Brittany” He started when Clint interrupted him, “How did they got here?”
Stiles raised his finger, “Getting to that part, these creatures are dangerous for a reason”
“You mean besides those fangs and claws?” Steve asked getting nearer to Stiles, who only sent him a killer stare, “They have the ability to order people what to do and their victims are forced to do it”
Tony nodded thoughtfully, “So, if they tell you to dance, you have to dance until one of those thing tells you to stop?”
Stiles nodded with excitement, “Korred” He corrected, “And yes or until you die of tiredness” He added quietly, “The spell, incantation, whatever you want to call it, I used before, it was from an old language called galo and only very few people know about their existence”
“The bad news” He tried to proceed.
“So… those weren’t the bad ones?” Tony sarcastically asked as he sat in the sofa, in front of his brother. Stiles completely ignored him, “The bad news, these creatures do not appear out of nowhere. You need a ritual, a very old ritual with dark magic”
Steve frowned, “So you mean…”
“I mean, someone cause all this mess and they knew what they where doing”
The room felt into an intense silence. Stiles tapping his foot repeatedly in the floor, waiting for someone to say something, he had said too much. But Tony opened and closed his mouth several times, “And this can happen any time soon?” He asked with tension, feeling the gravity of the matter. Stiles swallowed and sarcastically smirked, “Not just that, the person we are dealing with can do whatever the hell he or she wants. You need to be extremely powerful in dark magic for these kind of ritual, I have never seen one so perfectly done”
“Holly fuck” Tony whispered standing up, ignoring Steve's exasperated stare.
Stiles phone began to vibrate, taking him out of this trance, he lightly jumped and quickly took it out, he read on the screen Scottie boy, he sighed as he answered confused, but before he could even think of saying hello, Scott was talking and loudly talking.
“Why you never told me you’re a fucking billionaire?!” Scott madly asked through the phone, louder than Stiles had wish. He gave an apology smile to the team that was staring at him lightly confused and walked away, he leaned against the large glass, watching the city pass by, “What are you talking about?” He quietly asked to Scott, who scoffed as if he was truly offended, “You’re Iron´s man brother, I mean what the hell Stiles! You made me pay even the repair of your freaking jeep” He exclaimed, playing annoyed.
Stiles opened his mouth trying to find some sense, “What?! How did you- I mean, how do you know?”
“Its everywhere man, you’re the new sensation apparently” Scott complained, it was heard in the back of the line how he pushed himself in a chair, he was probably losing his time in the clinic, instead of attending his clients. Stiles remained immobile, because it actually had sense, of course his face was probably everywhere, wondering how was a lanky guy fighting beside the avengers. And they surely already knew who he was, he put a hand on his face and he groaned against it, “I´ll call you in a sec” He mumbled with tension, already hanging up.
He immediately walked away, near to the flat tv screen, “JARVIS, please show me everything that… has my freaking face on it” Stiles politely asked, as he sat in the glass table in front of the screen, which quickly lit up showing all kind of images and they where all about Stiles and the team. They were specially tons of photos of him and Tony talking, who was suddenly on his side, “Oh my god…” He mumbled watching the screen.
Stiles dropped his shoulders and shook his head, “Damn it” He exclaimed, standing up with his hands in the back of his neck.
The doors of the elevator opened up and a tall blonde appeared through them, Tony´s eyes lit up as he walked toward her, “Pep…” He whispered with excitement. But she kind of completely ignored him and walked toward Stiles.
“Hi, I´m St-“ He was surprised by the huge hug the blonde was giving him. Stiles arm didn’t answer until seconds later.
“Oh Stiles, its so good to finally meet you” She exclaimed excited as she backed away to face him, “Your idiotic brother has kept you too long in secret”
Tony appeared beside him, “What are you talking about, you knew about him!” He complained looking between them. Pepper gave him a killer look, “Its the first time I meet your little brother in all this years!” She complained finally letting Stiles, who was truly perplex at the notice, he had no idea Tony had such a close person, aside the team. He felt a feeling deep in his stomach, just as guilty. But he didn’t ask anything, he kindly smiled at her, “Its good to finally meet you too Pepper” He answered honestly.
“Alright, alright I´m here for business” She said as she took out a tablet from her purse, she clicked some things in her tablet and a new appeared in the screen, everyone stared at it. Specially how they were referring to Stiles, they had no idea how he was related to the avengers, they where all kind of theories, boyfriend, old friend, honestly, Stiles didn’t know which one was the worse. Except he changed his mind when an old picture of him filled the screen, “Dear god…” He whispered as he recognized the picture, it was from his old license, when he was 16 years old and a freaking ugly brat.
Tony stared at the screen before pulling a face, “Derek liked you with that stupid face?” He asked as if he truly couldn’t believe it. Steve turned at the mention of this Derek and how Stiles shoulders went rigid and he didn’t answer, surely an ex something. Steve shook his head and focused on Stiles.
Stiles let himself fall against the couch completely choosing to ignore Tony´s unnecessary and idiotic comment, but Stiles had to admit, he will never know why Derek fixed his eyes on him when he was a brat, “Why that picture?” He whimpered to himself as he rubbed his face, he was way too much handsome right then, he had more identifications and recents ones.
Pepper cleared her throat gaining Stiles attention, “You need to make a press conference” She explained as more things appeared in the screen. Stiles wide opened his eyes, “A press conference? But- but I´m stupid! I don’t know how to talk to people” He exclaimed feeling mortified.
“Its your best move” Steve suddenly said appearing behind the couch, putting a supportive hand on Stiles shoulder. The entire team shared a confused look. Stiles shook his head, “I always ramble like an idiot when I´m nervous and trust me, I will be, I already am!” He exclaimed standing up.
Steve dropped his hand watching him carefully with worry, he immediately looked away when Natasha gave him that stare, it was her suspicion stare. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Tony can and will come out with you” Pepper said trying to light things up. Tony rolled his eyes but finally nodded twisting his mouth when Stiles looked at him hopeful, “Great another press conference…” He whispered shutting up at Pepper´s mad eyes.
“I need to make a call…” Stiles whispered walking away. He quickly dialogued Scott´s number, almost immediately he answered, “You alright buddy?” He asked quietly. Stiles shook his head and rubbed his eyes, “How quickly can you come?”