CHAPTE TEN
Stiles leaned against his seat as he took a deep breath. He could feel Tony´s eyes on him, digging on his neck like a freaking vulture waiting for its prey. It was starting to get into his nerves. He angrily returned the look and raised his eyebrows waiting for a reaction, something, anything but Tony stayed on his seat, arms crossed over his chest. Stiles rolled his eyes and looked away, he began bitting his nail, his leg bouncing with nervousness. One more time he looked at him, Tony hadn’t even blinked, his eyes were still furious. Stiles had had enough. He suddenly stood up and made his way toward him, ignoring Clint´s and Steve´s curious stare.
“Alright, whats your fucking problem?” He angrily asked, finally facing him.
Tony even had the guts to seemed confused, “Excuse me?”
Stiles sighed angrily and grabbed his arm, pulling him up. Tony gasped surprised, stumbling with his feet as Stiles dragged him away from the crowd, “Can you just tell me whats going on?” He asked tiredly.
Tony let go of his grip and looked away, he twisted his mouth, “Why you never told me?” He asked so quietly Stiles wasn’t sure he heard correctly, “What?” He breathed, “Tell you what?”
“Everything Stiles, everything” He muttered looking up at him. A sad expression on his face.
“What are you talking about?” He asked confused.
“I could have help you, if you just-“
“Tony” Stiles interrupted him raising his arm and closing his eyes, “What are you talking about?”
“About you, about your pack, Scott, Lydia, that fucking crazy old man that kidnapped you, the asylum-“
“Shut up” Stiles blurted out, his voice drowning with the commotion, “Who told you?”
Tony sighed and looked away, keeping his mouth shut. Stiles looked around him, searching for Scott, Jackson, anyone. He then realized Lydia had her eyes tied in them and Stiles somehow knew, she was the one that opened her big mouth, how much did she told him? He had no idea but Tony knew the secrets of the pack, his secrets.
“Why did you ask her?!” He madly yelled facing his brother again, “Why Tony? If I would want to tell you I would have! How can ambush my friends into telling you everything?!”
“Because your a fucking tree!” He shouted making Stiles hissed angrily.
“You're a fucking trunk, you never talk! you never show anything but I can notice, I realize it hurts, I know it hurts you and if you could just let me be there for you, if you could just let me fucking in”
They remained painfully silent for a few seconds, Stiles felt them as minutes, hours. He shook his head and passed a hand through his messy hair, “Not like this Tony, not like this” He answered quietly, “They aren’t just mine to tell, they affect everyone, its affects us as a pack and if you can’t understand that, then-“
“Thats bullshit, you know thats bullshit, I care about you, don’t pull that shit on me when I only care about you Stiles” Tony interrupted him, almost disillusioned.
“Well, don’t put that shit on me either, I did what I had to do and I don’t regret anything, not even asking for your damn help as if I ever need it!”
“Its not like that Stiles! JUST LET ME FUCKING BE THERE YOU!” He yelled euphoric.
Stiles stayed quiet, blinking several times. He knew half of the pack and the team was now listening, surely the whole time they had been listening, they hadn’t been exactly quiet. Stiles swallowed hard and shook his head, he let his anger go and all it was left was exhaustion, “I´m sorry you had to find out that way” He finally muttered.
Tony lightly flinched, as if he was that really impressed Stiles was letting go. Tony opened his mouth and closed it several times, he shook his head. Suddenly Stiles was surrounded by his arms, he blinked several times confused before leaning on his brother, awkwardly clapping his back.
“I hate you so much sometimes” He whispered stepping back, but Stiles could hear the smile on his words.
“You’re an idiot Tony, an idiot with good intentions but still an idiot” He answered clapping his cheek.
“How much do you know?” He asked leaning on the wall beside him.
Tony twisted his mouth and put his hands inside his pockets, rocking himself in his feet, “Sorry I ambushed your friends” He answered instead.
Stiles smirked and shook his head, “That much huh?”
“They didn’t tell me everything, just a small resume, except for…” He muttered, his words dying inside his mouth, avoiding to say her name out loud.
“Except for Allison” Stiles finished for him, nodding. “Except for Allison” Tony confirmed, looking down. At least he seemed lightly regretted.
Stiles shook his head, stepping back from him, “Next time, can you just… ask me instead?” He exclaimed, raising his eyebrows. Tony was about to answer when a loud alarm began sounding around them, they had arrived their destination, “And you're showing Derek and the stupid couple their stupid rooms, I´m taking a fucking nap”
*
Stiles dropped his bag on the floor of his room, it was still a mess, books all over the damn place and it was beautifully disorganized. He bitterly whimpered as he climbed into his bed, not caring to take off his boots or jacket. Scott had been kind enough to fill him up with the… little discussion between Derek and Steve back at the loft, and the trip hadn’t even started yet. He limited himself to scoff and rolled his eyes as he climbed the elevator, happily greeting at Jarvis. Scott had asked what he was going to do, his answer was absolutely nothing, it wasn’t his problem.
Except it was, it was his ex boyfriend and his current… something. It was his problem right? Still he didn’t want to do anything, what could he do? Arrange his many, many problems with Derek? They were beyond that, there was too many pending things handing between them. And Steve? That was another, totally different story. They weren’t even together in first place, they weren’t even friends, at least for Steve´s part. Stiles was willing to left anything past him, to just be friends with him, he wanted Steve in his life, one way or another.
But yeah, he decided it wasn’t his problem and he was gonna take a long, well deserved nap as they arranged theirselves downstairs. He clapped his pillow and rubbed his head against it, getting into a more comfortable position, it wasn’t his goddamn problem.
Hours later, Stiles snatched his head up at hearing a knock on his door. He passed hand through his face, removing his sweaty hair from it. There was other knocking on the door, more persisting. He deeply sighed sitting on his bed, “Coming” He blurted out, clearing his hoarse throat. He looked around him, frowning, the night had fallen and his room was in pitch shadows. He removed his jacket and tossed it away. Stretching his arms in the process.
He slowly stood up from his bed, removing his shirt, he smelled like crap. He kicked his shoes off and dragged his feet to the door, “Hey” He muttered, still sleepy as he opened the door.
Lydia blinked several times, staring at him, “Hey” She answered shyly.
Stiles eyed her closely and thunder his tongue, he backed away leaving the door opened, “Lights on” He exclaimed out loud. Narrowing his eyes at the sudden brightness, “Sorry, its a mess” He muttered watching as Lydia carefully entered his room, dodging his books and clothes.
“I can notice” She replied, looking up at him. Stiles half smiled and nodded, scratching his neck, “I´m gonna take a shower, I smell like crap” He suddenly exclaimed, not quite sure why he said it.
Lydia nodded, “I´m sorry for telling your brother, I didn’t want to cause a… well, he convinced me, he was genuinely concerned for you and I, somehow thought he already knew, at least a little bit” She nervously rambled.
Stiles raised his hand and shook it, “Its alright Lids, I know how persuasive he can be, he had his ways and, well, I´m kind of relief he knows and I don’t have to tell him myself” He answered truthful before shrugging, “I would have been an endless fight” He added before quietly laughing.
Lydia nodded again in response, “You do smell like crap” She exclaimed, half smiling, “Everyone is at the common floor, Scott made dinner” She added, already walking back to the door.
“I´ll be there in ten minutes” He promised entering the bathroom. He heard the door closing and let out his breath as he opened the watering can. He removed his clothes and stared at himself in the mirror, slowly covering in steam as the water got hot. He lightly caressed his too long beard and hair. He seemed older than an only twenty one years old. He quickly took out the razor and without thinking further he began removing his beard. Strands of hair began falling into the sink. He finished minutes later and touched his bare skin, he still looked old.
“Common floor, please Jarvis” He politely asked leaning on the wall of the elevator, trying to arrange his messy wet hair with his fingers.
“Somebody looks like a baby” Was the first thing Stiles heard the moment he stepped out of the elevator. He smiled scratching his cheek, “Shut up” He answered to Scott, walking toward the table where the pack was eating, the team was nowhere to be seen. Except, for his surprise Lydia and Natasha were happily chatting between them, he was glad they were getting along.
Scott send him a glare and clapped the empty space beside him. Stiles slowly sat beside him, he stared at the plate filled with green food and shook his head, the simple thought of eating something, still made his stomach twist, specially when they were vegetables. He immediately pushed the plate away, pulling a face.
“You haven’t eaten anything solid in days Stiles” Scott exclaimed lowly, pushing the plate to its original place, in front of his friend. One more time Stiles refused to eat but Scott wasn't giving up either, “I specially prepare this for you” He hissed, “Eat, Stiles”
“Make me”
“Oh you little piece of shit” Scott exclaimed, already raising a fork with food on it.
“Would you two babies knock it out?” Lydia hissed madly, sending them a furious stare. Stiles gave her a curious look, noticing she and Natasha were writing things down.
“What are you two doing?” He asked, pushing Scott away before getting closer to them. Natasha hummed not looking up, “Research” She shortly answered. Stiles curiosity grew as he leaned on the tablet, he managed to read something about Italy and energy sources before wide opening his eyes, “You found something?” He asked disbelief, innocently, snatching the tablet from the table.
Lydia groaned taking it back before punching him in the arm, “Leave that alone idiot” She muttered giving him a long stare.
Stiles twisted his mouth and patiently waited for them to explain theirselves. Finally Natasha put her elbows on the table and looked up at him, “We think we discovered a pattern to find more energy sources”
“No shit” Stiles breathed, his mouth lightly opened. Natasha raised one eyebrow and lightly smirked, “Yeah shit, look”
She handed the tablet to Stiles, who quickly took it and started reading the information, his eyes passing through the words. He looked up at them, bitting his lip, “Are you sure?” He asked after a couple of seconds on silence. Lydia nodded taking the tablet back, “For now, yes”
Stiles nodded and rubbed his chin, it made sense, “And your planing to run this into Jarvis and simply came out with a result?” He asked.
“Thats the plan” Natasha answered.
Stiles took the tablet back and read again. Megalithic constructions, deep forests with mountains around it, history of religious practices, strong energy and supernatural activity, were only a few patters among the list, “This won’t be easy, finding them, its gonna take a long time” He exclaimed putting the tablet away.
“Its a start Stiles” Lydia exclaimed, giving him a cocky smile, “Its a good start” She added more seriously. Stiles watched her as she walked toward the table, she took something in her hands before turning to him, “Now, Scott is right, you haven’t eaten anything solid in days” He exclaimed, handing the disgusting plate to him.
Stiles rolled his eyes standing up from his chair, he pulled a face of poor friends and walked toward the fridge, he wide opened it and stared at the usual bottle of vodka he had guarded. He let out his breath as he looked away from it, the temptation being too much. He quickly took out a box of old pizza, it seemed it had been there for days. He smiled to himself as he heated the frozen pizza with his hands.
“Are you serious?” Scott asked watching him, almost with disgust.
“What?” Stiles asked distracted as he watched the cheese melt.
“That thing has been there since we left Stiles, whats your problem?” Scott breathed, twisting his mouth.
“I like bad food” He simple answers shrugging. He took a slice and immediately put it inside his mouth, humming happily, the taste was even better.
“You like bad life” Lydia muttered under her breath as she put the plate of green food inside the fridge. Stiles gave her a quick glare before shrugging and showing her the finger.
“Manners for gods sake” Tony exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, his walking in a hurry, “Whats for dinner?” He quietly asked as he opened the fridge, “Omg, are those vegetables?” He exclaimed taking out the same plate it was meant for Stiles.
Scott let out his breath before snatching it, “Don’t even think about it, its for your damn unhealthy brother, who is eating a week old pizza”
Tony raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed. Him and Stiles shared a long stare before Tony raised his arm, “Give me a slice” He exclaimed walking toward him but Stiles was already running away, “Hell no, get your own damn food old man” He muttered, his answer almost understandable for his full mouth.
Natasha rolled her eyes, climbing from her chair, “Tit for tat” She complained already walking away. Lydia looked between Black widow´s back and his best friend, still fighting for an old pizza and took a decision, “Wait for me” She breathed walking right behind her.
“Don’t leave me” Scott exclaimed, quickly following the girls. He hoped Stiles and Tony got stomach ache for eating, literally crap, instead of his cooking.
*
“Wanna watch a movie?” Lydia asked as she entered Stiles room, food on arms. Jackson right behind her.
“What?” Stiles asked quietly, leaning on the headboard.
“Watch a movie” She answered shortly, already sitting beside him. Stiles raised his eyebrows, watching as she put her head on his chest and took the control, searching for a film in Netflix, “Alright…” He muttered, getting into a more comfortable. Jackson sat beside him, on the other side and crossed his arms over his chest, making their shoulders bump.
“Uh, movie night!” Scott exclaimed excited as he entered the room too. Stiles watched him walk toward them, he sat in the bed, in front of them. He deeply sighed as he moved his legs for Scott to lay in bed, “Thanks man” He happily said, distracted as he watched the screen. As Stiles finished the chips, Lydia finally decided for Clueless.
“We need more food” He muttered tossing away the empty bag.
“What?” Lydia breathed, giving him a serious stare, “I barely ate any” She complained.
Stiles rolled his eyes as he took out his phone, Jackson buffing in the process, “Hold on” He muttered writing a quick text to his brother.
Minutes later, the door opened and Tony made his way in and he wasn’t the only one. Clint and Thor were happily chatting between them, carrying more food in their arms. Stiles raised his head, hoping to see him too but Steve never appeared. Tony threw a new bag of chips at his face, “Mission” He shortly said, sitting down on the floor, leaning against the bed. Stiles swallowed hard and lightly shook his head, he focused on the movie and his second bag of chips.
Half hour later, Jackson was lightly snoring, his head kept falling against his will on Stiles shoulder. He was pretty sure, Scott and the other three idiots were asleep too, “I need more food” He mumbled, lightly pushing Lydia´s head from him. She gave him a look, “You’re gonna get fat” She simply answered, focusing back in the movie. Stiles smirked and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, right” He answered, quietly walking away. He closed the door behind him before walking toward the kitchen, where he was pretty sure all the food was gone.
He twisted his mouth before tele transporting himself to the kitchen in the common floor. He blinked several times trying to adjust to the darkness as he search for more chips, he hummed searching inside all cabinets, “Chips, chips, chips” He muttered annoyed.
“You´re gonna get fat” Someone muttered behind his back. Stiles lightly flinched, turning his head.
Slowly, Derek walked toward him. Wearing his grey and white pajamas, Stiles could recognize them for the several, for not saying hundred times he took them off from him.
“Curious, Lydia said the same thing and still, I don’t believe it” He answered with a deep sigh as he finally found a half eaten bag of chips, he shrugged taking them out. Derek smirked under his breath, “When two people say it, its because it means something Stiles”
“Oh fuck off, bitter old man” He complained, filling his mouth with more junk food, “I do a lot of exercise”
“Stiles” Derek breathed, “You are lazy”
He had the nerve to look offended, “Excuse me, I am not” He exclaimed, unable to contain his laugh. Derek smiled too, looking down at his feet. The laughs eventually died and they fell into a deep silence, yet not uncomfortable.
“We´re watching a movie, wanna join?” Stiles finally asked quietly.
Derek remained silent and twisted his mouth into a weird smile, he shook his head, “No, I need some sleep, its your time with them” He answered, already walking away. Stiles raised his eyebrows lightly impressed at how Derek had referred to them, as if they were their children, as if they had just gotten a divorce.
“Alright, good night” He limited himself to answer, watching as the man dragged his feet to the elevator. Stiles sighed and shook himself before tele transporting himself into his flat. He walked toward his room trying not to make noise and opened his door. The movie was still on and everyone was completely sleep. He sighed staring at his brother and the other two completely asleep, laying on the floor in really uncomfortable positions. It seemed everyone had forgotten his room was a disgusting mess, he didn’t know why they liked reuniting inside his room when there was a perfectly huge cinema in the tower, instead of piling up inside a tiny room.
Carefully he climbed into his bed, accidentally kicking Scott´s head in the process. He twisted his mouth watching as his friend muttered something under his breath before falling asleep again. He let out his breath relief and squeezed himself between Lydia and Jackson, it had been a bad idea. Almost immediately Jackson put an arm around him and rubbed his face against his arms. Stiles pulled a face and scoffed.
He managed to watch the end of the movie and the beginning of sixteen candles before he was completely sleep, what could he say? He loved romantic movies.
*
Stiles felt as if his skin was burning, he hummed slowly opening his eyes to realize Jackson´s face was dangerously close to his. He pursed his lips and backed away, crashing with other body, “What the hell?” He complained looking around him. He didn’t know when but Thor was laying on his bed too, strangely spooning with Scott. He frowned at the weird image and slowly sat in bed, he was soaking wet in sweat, too many people around him.
“Great…” He muttered climbing off with effort, trying not to wake anyone up.
When he was finally out, he quickly checked the hour, it was barely six am in the morning. He had slept so little and yet, he felt rested enough. He clapped his stomach and twisted his mouth, indeed he was getting fat. He quickly changed into gym clothes and made his way to the elevator.
“Good morning Jarvis” He muttered as the elevator went down.
“Good morning sir” Jarvis answered immediately.
“Has Natasha and Lydia updated you with the new information?” He asked.
“Yes sir, I´m running the datas but its going to take a long time”
Stiles nodded, he was expecting that response, it was gonna take them a long time to find energy sources around the world. He was silent a few seconds, nervously bitting his nail, “Jarvis?” He called quietly.
“Yes?”
“Did Steve- uh, did Captain Rogers arrived?” He finally asked, clearing his throat.
Jarvis took a few long, painful seconds to answer, “No sir, he hasn’t”
Stiles ignored the sudden alarm inside his head, he swallowed hard and repeatedly nodded, “Alright” He breathed, watching the doors wide opened to the main floor, “Please let me know when he does” He suddenly exclaimed before clearing his throat, he quickly walked out before he could hear an answer. He exited the tower and stepped into the cold street. He began stretching as he walked away, ignoring the several stares into his direction. He put the intercom on and played some music, he needed to run the three bag of chips away.
Half hour later, his legs were in literal fire, he collapsed against the building beside him as he took deep breaths, “Oh my god…” He breathed before removing the sweat from his forehead. He nearly groaned at the woman that gave him a weird look, “Nothing to see here” He muttered, closing his eyes, feeling his chest was gonna explode.
He couldn’t give up that easily, he could at least run other thirty minutes. Taking a deep breath, he began jogging again, almost whimpering in pain. There was something about running, beside the exhaustive fact you had to maintain a steady pace as well as your breathing, it was distracting, it kept your mind busy, Stiles could nearly understand why Steve and the pack liked it so much, nearly.
“Sir?” Jarvis suddenly exclaimed interrupting the loud music. Stiles stopped on his tracks, looking around him, “Yeah?”
“Captain Rogers has arrived”
Almost immediately Sties felt as if he could breath better, deeper, “Alright, thank you Jarvis” He answered, turning around, ready to head back home.
“Also, your brother asked me to tell you everyone is that the gym” Jarvis added.
Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes, of course they were training. He looked around him again, before quickly entering a dark alley, he was not running or walking back at the damn tower. Confirming he was completely alone, he tele transported back to the kitchen in the common floor. He almost stumbled with his shaky legs, “Goddamn it” He complained, feeling like an old man.
“Why did you asked Jarvis to let you know when I arrived?” Steve suddenly asked behind his back, making Stiles flinched meters away from him, “What the hell dude?” He angrily exclaimed, rubbing his chest. He let out his breath and shook his head, “What?”
Steve stared at him before crossing his arms over his chest but didn’t open his mouth. Stiles frowned, cursing the moment he didn’t tell Jarvis to keep his mouth shut, he then realized Steve was still in his uniform and it was covered in blood. Without even thinking about it, he stepped forward, his hands looking for any injuries. Steve exclaimed something but Stiles was too busy staring at the deep cut he had on his ribs.
“You're hurt” He breathed, lightly stepping back. Unconsciously his hands traveled through his chest and messy hair, until they were resting on his face, perfectly cupping his strong jaw. Stiles swallowed hard when he realized what he was doing but didn’t dare walk away.
“I´m fine” Steve said, removing Stiles hand from him, he wasn’t that strong, “I´m already healing” He added when Stiles eyes didn’t move from him, not believing him. He deeply sighed showing the injure to Stiles, which, indeed was already healing, there was only a pink scratch where the blade had cut, he hadn’t been quick enough to avoid it.
“Alright” Stiles answered shortly, stepping away from him. He finally shook his head and pay his attention back to the fridge, ignoring his beating heart.
“Are you going to answer?” Steve asked, watching Stiles neck as he stretched it, looking for only god knew what.
“Answer what?”
He nearly rolled his eyes, “Really?”
Slowly Stiles straightened up, a box of juice on hand, “I just wanted to know where you were, thats all” He simply explained before taking a long sip of orange juice, and for his really unpleasant surprise it was rotten. He pursed his lips and maintained the liquid inside his mouth until he approached the sink and spit every bit of it, “Oh my god, why we always keep old food in this fucking house, why? This is disgusting” He complained to himself, opening the watering can and desperately drinking water from it, trying to get rid of the horrible taste, “We´re millionaires for gods sake"
Steve watched him in blank, drinking water like a dog and deeply sighed, there was no use. He turned around and walked away, ignoring Stiles moans. He put a hand on his ribs when they protested and entered the elevator.
“Bad day Mr, Rogers?” Jarvis suddenly asked.
Steve looked up and half smiled, “How many times do I have to tell you Jarvis, call me Steve” He answered instead, talking about his day wasn’t something he wanted.
“Mr, Stark wants a word with you Mr, Rogers” Jarvis answered, almost emphasizing the Mr, Rogers.
Steve smile became wider and he nodded, “Tell him I´ll be there in twenty minutes please” He muttered, making his feet walk when the doors opened to his flat. He slowly made his way to the bathroom, taking off his suit with painfully movements in the process. The warm water didn’t help relax his muscles as it always did, either helped clear his mind. The fact of seeing Stile wearing sweaty gym clothes wasn’t either and having his damn, lets face it, hot ex boyfriend, practically living with them wasn’t either. It was getting into his nerves to a point, it was distracting him from his missions. That day´s mission was supposed to be simply, easy, instead he managed to get himself hurt and nearly killed.
He could understand why Derek decided to tag along, how couldn’t? They were his friends, his family but seeing him, seeing him and Stiles, see their long relationship, what they used to have and somehow, still had. It made his heart ache, psychically ache, because he knew they didn’t have that. All Steve had with Stiles were… fights, not even fights, just long stared and unspoken hurtful words and one pathetic, unique kiss.
Every time his mind wonder to that morning on the forest, every time he heard him say those words again, he quickly blocked them away. He didn’t want, needed to heard them again, he didn’t want to understand them, to feel them. It was painful enough to see them together every damn day. Derek knew how to protect him, how to comfort him, he had seen it the day of the failed ritual, with his own eyes and it suddenly hit him, he had no clue about Stiles life, Stiles secrets, he knew shit about him.
And Stiles, he- he even had the nerve to show worrying about him, to ask Jarvis about him, when he had left perfectly clear, with every action he had made, every word he had said that he didn’t want or like Steve. Every time he had managed to built a wall between them, to put boundaries, somehow Stiles would knock them out and like the idiot Steve was, he let him do it. And there he was, a deep cut on his ribs and a confused mind but always thinking about him again, thinking about him wearing sweaty gym clothes.
Stiles turned around, mouth still filled with water, to find he was completely alone. He frowned confused looking around him. He called for Steve, the name barely understandable before spiting in the sink, “Steve?” He tried again but the answer never came. He deeply sighed, knowing he had fucked up, he had no business asking for him, worrying for him when he had told Steve to, practically stay away from him. But he couldn’t hep it, his caring and worrying for Steve was genuinely real, didn’t matter it wasn’t fair for anyone.
His hunger had suddenly left him, he bitterly made his way to the elevator and finally the gym. The door opened in perfect time for Stiles to see as Natasha kicked Scott´s ass. He laughed under his breath watching as Scott fell down with a sonorous slap, he was gonna wake up with a huge bruise the next day. Scott gasped on the tatami from air as he put an arm around his stomach.
“You suck at this Scottie boy” Stiles exclaimed, offering his hand, waiting for his friend to take it.
Scott send him a mad stare and buffed, pushing his hand away, “I don’t see you kicking her ass either” He muttered standing up with effort.
Stiles scoffed, “Thats cause I already did it”
Scott stayed quiet, staring at him before bursting into laughs. Stiles dropped his shoulders and pursed his lips, “Yeah, laugh whatever”
“Actually he did” Natasha admitted stepping into the conversation. Scott stopped laughing for only a second, “Come on!” He exclaimed, laughing again.
“He really did but he won’t tell me how he did it” She exclaimed giving Stiles a quick glare, who only rolled his eyes and shrugged, “Talent girl, pure talent” He cockily answered, walking away from them. He had barely raised his arm, waving at Tony when he felt an arm around his neck, squeezing hard. He stumbled with his feet, ignoring Scott´s victorious laugh. Stiles rolled his eyes before bending on himself, making Scott fall on his back.
Before Stiles could even think of punching him, Natasha had tackled him to the ground.
“Thats not fucking fair!” He shouted, hearing as Scott joined her too.
Derek, Lydia and Jackson stopped their training to watch the silly fight, “Yeah! Kick him!” Jackson yelled, encouraging Stiles to do it, earning a serious glare from her girlfriend, “Thats not even a fair fight” Derek exclaimed, already stepping into the tatami. No one made the attempt to stop him.
“This is gonna end up so bad” Jackson muttered, putting his arms around Lydia, who was only able to nod in agreement.
Steve could hear the bustle from inside the elevator. He frowned confused as the doors opened and he was able to see the whole rampage.
“What the hell” He whispered quietly, watching as Natasha made a weird key, immobilizing Stiles right arm, the same time Scott tried to make other one to his leg but was terrible failing. He saw Tony standing on the other side of the room, loudly laughing, clearly enjoying the show.
“You’re an ass” He exclaimed, standing beside him.
Tony gave him a quick glare and half smiled, “It went that bad huh? You look like shit”
He looked down, sadly smiling, “It has gone worse” He answered before shrugging.
Tony let out a deep breath, he opened his mouth ready to answer when his eyes settle on something else. Steve frowned following his line of stare when he noticed Derek had joined the fight and he was helping Stiles and he was touching his lower back. He clenched his jaw, his jealousy growing inside him against his will. He madly looked away when Stiles smiled at him, clearly thankful his freaking ex boyfriend went for his rescue.
“See you later” He muttered already walking away, he heard Tony calling after him, saying something but Steve couldn’t care any less.
Stiles tried to recover his breath as he gave Derek a grateful smile. Scott said something, followed by Natasha´s laugh but Stiles was too busy staring how Steve walked away, his shoulders seemed tense and his jaw was clenched, as it always happened when something was bothering him. Without thinking about it, his legs followed him.
“Steve?” He called out loud, forgetting for a moment, everyone was around them, listening, specially Derek.
Steve froze on his tracks and looked up his shoulder, “You alright?” He heard Stiles asking, raising his hand to touch him. He abruptly took a step away from him, acting as if Stiles was about to somehow hurt him, who was only to leave his hand still, hanging on the air before slowly lowering it.
“Everything alright?” Derek suddenly asked. Almost immediately Stiles gave him a look, his look, his mad look that said back the fuck up.
“I don’t think thats none of your business” Steve angrily exclaimed, surprising Stiles, he had never heard or seen that facet of him and he wasn’t sure he liked it, either Derek´s big bad alpha attitude.
“I don’t think this is the moment or the place for this” Stiles answered, putting himself between them, giving both of them a serious grin. But it didn’t go as he had planned, instead Steve’s eyes snatched to him with a sudden anger Stiles couldn’t quite comprehend, but could understand. He could understand it was him causing it, the realization hit him like a wave. He took a step back as if Steve had pushed him, grabbing Derek´s arm in the process for him to give Steve some space too.
“I get it big guy, I get it" He muttered, nodding to himself. He cleared his throat and took more steps back. He turned around, ready to leave when he noticed everyone was staring at them. He rolled his eyes, “Goddamn it” He cursed louder than he meant too but things couldn’t get any awkward, so he simply walked away, climbing the elevator. The doors began to close when an arm appeared through them, stopping them.
Stiles tilted his head pained, letting out his breath, “Knock it out Derek”
“What are you talking about?”
“Stop it, just stop it, alright?” Stiles exclaimed, raising his voice.
Derek let out his breath, trying to say something when Stiles interrupted him, “No, shut up” He nearly yelled, raising his hand, “You think I don’t know what you’re doing? You think I don’t know you, Derek?”
“What are you talking about Stiles?” Derek asked again, his voice deep as a sigh, as if he was extremely tired.
“Dont bullshit me, whatever problems I have with Steve, is none of your business, you and I are over, my relationship with him doesn’t concern you on the minimum, so back the hell up”
He didn’t know if those were the right words, he knew he was right. But he wasn’t sure he had used the correct words, not when he saw the hurt in his green big eyes, but they were said and there was no turning back.
The doors opened in Stiles flat, without anything left to say, he walked out, his shoulder brushing Derek´s, only for a second, but it was enough for Derek to grab him by the neck before slamming him against the wall of the elevator, some habits were never lost.
Stiles was about to roll his eyes, to ask him to stop being such an idiot, to let go when he felt Derek´s lips against his, they were warm and soft, known, but it wasn’t refreshing, it felt old. The kiss was desperate, hopeless, a weak attempt to bring something back, something that was lost. Stiles barely dare to move, too weak to push him back, too weak to return the same passion.
Derek stopped moving, resting his lips on his for a few seconds before backing away, his breathing agitated.
“We´re over” Stiles whispered, his voice heartbroken and empty even for his own ears.
His legs moved by their own, he was conscious he was moving, walking, but everything he did seemed automatic. Opening the door to his room, walking to the bathroom, removing his clothes and entering the shower. He was in blank. He suddenly didn’t appreciate the cold water that much.
*
“Well, that was something to talk about” Scott exclaimed as he leaned against the door frame of Stiles room, who only raise his eyes from the book of history about dark magic he was reading, “You can save your not welcome comments, thank you very much” He simply answered with a fake smile.
Scott smirked as he entered the room, “What happened?”
“I told him to back the hell up from me and Steve”
“And?”
“He kissed me”
Even Scott raised his eyebrows impossible high, “He what?”
Stiles sighed, putting his book away, “He fucking kissed me Scottie boy, thats what happened”
“Are you- is he- how?” Scott muttered, truly confused with the sudden turn of events, “I don’t know how, I don’t know if he’s alright and I… I wish I could say I wanted to kiss him back, that I felt what I used to feel, but… I don’t, I don’t anymore”
His eyes got lost as the security from his words grew inside him. The realization didn’t make him happy, instead it only left a huge empty circle inside him, everything inside of it was gone, along with him. Stiles wasn’t sure what to do with that or what could fill it.
“And I… really don’t know what to say, beside… I´m truly sorry” Scott whispered, scratching the back of his neck, looking down.
Stiles remained silent, in his place he wouldn’t know what to say either. He shrugged, stretching his arm with the intention to get back to his reading when Scott cleared his throat, “Actually, Lydia sent me, she asked if you wanted something to eat”
“Like what?”
“She and Natasha are going to get some chinesse food”
Stiles was actually paying attention at that, he sat on his bed, “Chinesse food you say?”
Scott smiled fondly at his friends silly excitement for only food, “You want to go with them?”
*
“Come one, you idiot” Lydia hissed, grabbing Stiles hand, who was distracted staring at the several stores in chinatown. For such late hour, there was a sea of people, most of them enjoying a late meal. He smiled, looking up at the sky, watching the several red lights hanging in the air.
“I don’t know why we don’t do this more often” He exclaimed watching a candy stand, filled with every existent color, already tasting the different flavors.
“Thats cause you´re a little kid and get distracted with everything in our pass, come on” Lydia hissed, pushing him in front of her and Natasha, who only laughed under her breath.
Stiles twisted his mouth and followed them in complete silence until they arrived to the furthest damn restaurant they could find. Before entering, Stiles noticed the mass of people had suddenly disappeared, instead they were only a couple passing by. He frowned confused, there was something odd, a feeling deep in his stomach. He shrugged it away, it was probably his hunger.
A soft jingle was heard when he opened the door, he looked up, noticing the mobile of birds handing in front of him. The little restaurant, with blue walls and golden signs was oddly empty and quite. They waited, standing in the middle of the room for someone to come out and take their order. Lydia cleared her throat but no one appeared. She and Stiles shared a quick look.
Stiles walked toward the long bar, filled with food, only then he was able to realize, every trade of food seemed cold and old. He frowned, the odd sensation inside his stomach intensified. He turned around, ready to tell the girls to leave when he heard that soft jingle again.
Everyone froze as the door slowly opened.
Steve popped his head inside the room, eyebrows raised. Stiles let out his breath, dropping his shoulders.
“What are you doing here?” Natasha asked impressed, walking toward him. Steve sighed as he entered the restaurant, “Tony sent me, said you Nat never get the order right and with Stiles helping you, it will be a mess”
“Are you serious?”
“Sadly, yes, he won’t shut up with his tantrum, something you two have in common” He exclaimed, directly looking at Stiles, who only pursed his lips and nodded slowly, it was sadly true. He was ready to answer back when he managed to hear something, something outside the restaurant. He frowned closing his mouth.
“Stiles?” Lydia called him taking a step near him.
He raised his hand, stopping her, “I think… I feel something” He whispered giving her a look. Before he could think of moving, Lydia was already walking outside, her step decisive, “Lydia wait” Stiles called after her, following her. The moment he exited the restaurant, something stopped him, a wave of magic energy made him stop, he felt it on his bones. He took a deep breath looking around him, the wind was blowing with strength, making the garbage and the lamps danced with it.
He noticed Lydia standing in the middle on the road, looking up. The few people around them, were backing away, the same fear written in their faces.
“Lydia, get them out of here” Stiles exclaimed, walking toward her.
“Theres something there” She breathed, raising her finger, pointing to the front. Stiles followed her line of view and noticed the darkness at the end of the road, he couldn’t see nothing passed it, immediately he remembered his dream, his body yelled at him to run to the other side but he couldn't.
“Get everyone out of here” He repeated as he began walking to that strange darkness. A quiet sound was barely audible, something was inside it, slowly moving. Stiles could hear as if something was being dragged.
Slowly, a person emerged from the shadows, Stiles stopped on his tracks watching as the woman´s eyes were lost, seeing nothing and everything at the same time. Even with the fade light, he could see her pale skin, almost yellow. It seemed dried and arid, it seemed dead. He could see a dark liquid traveling her veins, it looked repulsive.
“Hello?” Stiles said out loud, with precaution.
The woman didn’t stop moving, every time getting closer to him. He stayed still on his place, not really knowing what to do. When she was a couple of meters away from him, he realized where that strange sound came from, her right foot was crooked, it was completely broken to a point her bone was exposed. All doubts were forgotten as Stiles immediately walked toward her, thinking she might have been in an accident, that she might be in shock, “You alright ma´m?” He asked, raising his arm to touch her.
In a blink of an eye, her head snatched to him, making the bones of his neck crack. Stiles lowered his hands, stopping on his tracks. Their eyes locked in each other, hers were almost yellow, as well as her skin, but it was her pitch black pupil that made him step back from her.
“Lydia?” He called out loud, unsure, his voice sounding scared even for him.
The woman showed her deformed and rotten teeth, letting out a deep groan, she raised her arms, scratching the air, trying to catch him.
Stiles tried to step back but the woman was faster than he had though and stronger too. She launched herself toward him, knocking him down.
“Lydia!” He yelled, putting an arm against her chest to keep her away, but her teeth were dangerously closed to his face. He pushed her away, far enough for him to stand up, “Hold on!” He yelled at the lady but she wasn’t listening, she attacked him again.
“Goddamn it!” He shouted desperate before punching her right in the face. Her head tossed back as a splash of dark blood came out of her mouth.
He heard as his friends called him in despair. Stiles was prepare to leave when he managed to see movement in the shadows, he could see tons of bodies walking in his direction and each one of them, seemed as dead as the woman beside him. Necromancy, was his first thought. They needed to get the hell out from that place. He turned around, ignoring the woman´s groaning behind him and began running. He waved his hands for the others to began running as well, but they were froze on their place, staring at something above in the sky.
Only then, he was able to hear a distant motor, a loud draft. He looked up to the sky, where a plane was surfing the night sky. It wasn’t from the avengers or Tony´s, it was a military place and they didn’t know they where there. He managed to see Steve making gestures, yelling something but Stiles couldn’t understand what he meant, until he saw the red flames and heard the loud canon. In matter of seconds he saw his world upside down before crashing against the ground.
The punch knocked out the air out of his lungs and his ears were clogged with a strange whistle. He blinked several times, trying to focus on something, but everything he could see was a bright orange light and ashes. He tried calling Steve, anyone but his voice sounded flooded, as if he was under water. He put his weight on his elbows, trying to stand up when he felt a pair of arms pulling his shirt. Stiles looked up impressed, the same woman was trying to get him, except half of her face was burst into flames and most of clothes were tattered.
He deeply groaned, creating a blast of fire that sent her flying a few meters away. He was finally able to stand up, lightly stumbling with his confused feet, “Steve?” He tried again, coughing for the thin smoke surrounding him.
He managed to see a still body, laying on the street. His heart stopped for a second as he approached it, “Steve” He whispered as he leaned in front of him. He quickly removed the dirt from his resting face, “Oh god” He whispered cupping his face, staring as the blood came out from his nose and mouth. He snatched his head up when he heard that known, deep groan. The creatures were still moving, moving toward them. He needed to find Lydia and Natasha and get Steve the hell out from there.
With struggle he carried Steve from the waist, he pulled a face filled with effort and began walking, ignoring the pain from his left ankle, “Lydia!” He shouted, almost desperate but there was no answer and the groaning was every time near them, “Natasha!” He tried again, it was impossible to see past the flames and dark smoke. Everything around him was burning.
He pulled Steve up when the weight began to be too much, he knew he needed to get the hell out, the girls would be alright, they needed to be alright. He took a deep breath before tele transporting theirselves. Stiles fell hard against the cold floor of the tower with Steve right on top of him.
“Steve! Stiles!” He heard someone yelling their names, followed by pairs of hands trying to help him, to take Steve away from him, “Hold on!” Stiles shouted overwhelmed, immediately everyone around them took a step back. He heard someone asking if he was alright, he shook his head, cupping Steve´s face between his hands, the bleeding had stopped but he wasn’t giving any sign he was gonna recover any soon. Slowly, Stiles laid his body on the cold floor before starting to check for more injuries all over his body.
He felt a hand, lightly touching his shoulder, but he pushed it away, almost with anger. He twisted his mouth when he touch Steve´s chest, his ribs were surely broken for the impact, “Shit” He muttered, feeling the worrying grew inside him.
“What happened?” Stiles asked looking up at the team, everyone was there except for the girls, he felt the panic grew inside him. Everyone was on their uniforms, ready to leave. Even the pack were wearing black combat uniforms.
“Zombies?” Tony whispered unsure.
Stiles send him a mad stare and clenched his jaw, “Necromancy” He corrected before staring at Steve again, he shook his head. He stood up, making the team backed away from him, “What happened? Why are you still here?” He asked again, avoiding Derek´s eyes on him.
Tony put a hand on his lower back and pushed him toward the computers, “This things, whatever you want to call them, are attacking in a 30 km radius” Tony explained, showing his brother images of the dead, making their way through the city.
Stiles eyes traveled through them, noticing they were walking north, “Where are they going?” He whispered to himself before shaking his head, “How did they appeared better said” Clint exclaimed stepping into the conversation. Stiles send him a stare and sighed, “Necromancy” He repeated distracted, trying to solve the puzzle.
Clint stayed quiet a few seconds before shaking his hands, “You keep saying that and we still don’t know what it means”
Stiles deeply sighed, “It means its dark magic, it means someone has conjured the dark from the beyond to raise the dead, and no Tony, they’re not zombies, but it means they are here for a purpose, it means- it means…”
The words died in his mouth as the realization hit him, “It means its changing” He whispered to himself before pushing Tony away and taking control of the computer.
“What is changing?” Tony asked quietly, watching as Stiles rapidly type, “Stiles?” He quietly tried again but his brother didn’t even pretend to listen to him. Tony looked up and read, “Places where the violence rate had suddenly increase?”
“Remember back in Beacon Hills, every disappearances, murders, it meant the nemeton had changed, I´m guessing thats whats happening right now”
“But you have no idea where its happening”
Stiles nodded stepping back from the computer, watching as it worked. He shook himself, he still needed to find the girls, “We need to make a perimeter around the herd, keep them inside” Stiles instructed as he walked toward the wall were Tony had hidden an arsenal, “Have they clear the zone?”
“Mostly” Tony whispered watching his brother get ready.
Stiles took a deep breath and turned to the team and the pack, “Well, lets go” He exclaimed making everyone flinch and move. He gave one look at Steve, still laying on the floor and shook his head, he was gonna be alright.
Tony handed him an intercom and Stiles gladly took it, “Be careful Tony” He whispered taking a few steps back.
“Wait you’re not coming with us?”
“I need to find the girls, we separated after the bomb… I need to find them, alright?” He asked without really asking.
Scott appeared beside him, “Is Lydia alright?” He asked panicked but Stiles didn’t have time to listen to it. He managed to hear something about his brother telling him to stick together before tele transporting himself back.
He fell into a mass of dead people. He fought against every arm trying to reach him but they were too many.
“You're an idiot!” He heard Tony yelled through his ear.
Stiles groaned annoyed making a blast of air, sending every body around him far away and he was free, “There are too many Tony, I need your help here” He yelled beginning to run, “Im on my way” His brother answered immediately.
The fire had mostly disappeared but they were trials of ashes and smoke that made impossible to see something past them.
“Natasha! Lydia!” Stiles shouted at the top of his lungs looking around him. His heart beating and the sound of the dead was everything he could hear until the shooting begun. He stopped on his tracks, trying to control his breathing and hear past the loud bustle when once again he heard the shooting, as clear as the water.
He began running as fast as he could, pushing away every corpse that tried to catch him.
“Natasha!” He yelled again, jumping through a curtain of remaining fire as the figure of two bodies appeared in front of him and they did not need his help. He saw as Lydia grabbed a dead´s body head before cracking its neck.
“Lydia” Stiles breathed with relief, jogging towards her.
“Stiles” She exclaimed surprised, whipping the sweat from her forehead.
Stiles had never been so happy to see her and that was saying a lot. He put his arms around her the moment they were facing, “You’re alright” He muttered closing his eyes for a moment, “I lost you and Steve was knocked out and I though- you’re fine” He rambled, backing away, lightly putting his fingers against her bloody eyebrow where a deep cut was.
“Is Steve alright?” He heard Natasha asking as she opened fire again.
Stiles shook his head walking toward Natasha, she stared at her a few seconds before attracting her to his body, surrounding her with his arms, “You’re alright too!” He exclaimed excited. Natasha froze, clearly impressed for his affection before awkwardly clapping his back.
Stiles immediately let her go when he realized what he was doing and cleared his throat, “Ah… Steve is alright, he just got a big hit in the head” He explained looking down.
“Can you just stop hugging them and do something?” Tony muttered through the intercom.
Stiles looked up in perfect time to see his brother fly above them. Stiles shook himself, “How many you see?”
“Hundreds Stiles, its a fucking herd, the walking dead kind of herd”
He rolled his eyes, ignoring the reference, “They are not zombies!” He exclaimed as he continued his fighting against the dead bodies.
“You know what this means right?!” Lydia asked.
Stiles wanted to answer but he was too distracted trying to get rid of a particular big man that had his face cut off, “It would be great if you just told me!” He answered with a deep groan.
“This is necromancy, someone is doing this!”
“I´m aware of that!” Stiles shouted taking out a gun before tossing it to Natasha, who easily caught it, “Are you aware how we need to end this?” She quietly asked, putting her back against his, trying to recover her breathing.
He frowned at her question, “Killing the crazy psycho thats doing this?” He asked unsure cause seconds ago he was pretty sure that was the answer but Lydia was shaking her head, “Stiles this isn’t the work of a random dead worshipper, the person doing this is something beyond powerful, and I´m not pretty sure its a human being doing this”
He pursed his lips, tying to come out with a different solution but the only one that occur was… sacrifice, “You don’t mean..?”
“Sacrifice?” She finished for him.
“Yes..?”
“I can’t think of anything else, you know how this dark magics works, its based on sacrifices and dead”
“Yeah and drinking animals blood and touching corpses” Stiles wanted to answer, to tell her they could not do it, it was a terrible idea, it was a magic something so dark and rotten, once you’re into it there was no turning back. Stiles didn’t want to mess with it but they had their hands tied behind their backs, being surrounded by thousands of putrid corpses wasn’t the best scenario to think about fast solutions, “I don’t think its the best…” His words died inside his mouth, watching as every body they had managed to kill, was coming back to life. Again. He understood it was an endless story.
“I dont think we have other solution” Lydia muttered instead, “We need to get the hell out form here” Natasha exclaimed, throwing the empty gun away, “We cannot keep doing this” She whispered, watching as the number of dead people grew, they were completely outnumbered.
Stiles swallowed before nodding, “Where are you guys?” Stiles asked to everyone who was listening. Several voices answered him, stumbling with each other panicked tones, “Wait, wait!” Stiles exclaimed, beginning to run, taking Lydias hand into his, “One at a time idiots!”
“Union square man, they all gathering here!” Scott answered, better said yelled, “The green guy can’t hold them all, they’re too many!”
Stiles and Lydia shared a quick stare, the same answer on their head. Stiles understood they had no other choice, “On our way” He muttered.
Suddenly Jarvis interrupted Scott´s panicked voice in the intercom, “Stiles, you’re getting several urgent messages and calls from someone called Mr, big bad wolf but from NY”
Stiles blinked several times, remembering it was Liam, “Put him through Jarvis, please” He instructed.
Immediately Liam´s panicked voice filled his ears, “Tell me, you’re fucking alive asshole”
Stiles couldn't help but smile despite the knot in his stomach, “I´m offended by your question”
Liam was silent a few seconds before answering, “My pack and I are coming to help, you're holding on?”
Stiles shook his head, “Just… meet me in union square, quickly” Stiles answered before ending the call. He looked around him, the dead bodies were surrounding them, there was no scape. He clenched his jaw as he took Natasha´s hand into his, “Just breath” He whispered directly to her. Natasha opened her mouth confused but in a blink on an eye she saw everything upside down and somehow, they were standing in to the middle of union square. Scott, Jackson Derek and Thor around them.
Stiles let go of her hands and stared at the ocean of corpses around them. And they thought they were outnumbered.
“Shit” Stiles breathed.
“We need to do it Stiles! And we need to do it now!” Lydia yelled before taking a step to the front, “Cover your ears!” She yelled at the team, opening her mouth. Stiles had barely time to do it before he heard her loud yell. He kneeled on the ground putting his head between his legs, managing to see hundreds of bodies flew away. And still, it wasn’t enough.
He straightened up, taking deep breaths, she was right, they needed to do something. They managed to see a speeding car, quickly driving toward them, “Look out, look out!” Thor yelled grabbing Natasha´s hand, pulling her away when the car suddenly crashed beside them.
“Liam!” Stiles yelled running toward the destroyed van and tried opening the door, but it was stuck. Stiles groaned before smashing the glass with his fist, “Everyones alright?” He asked helping Liam´s pack climbed outside. He felt someone stood beside him, helping too. Him and Derek shared a quick stare but didn’t dare say anything.
“This is madness Stiles!” Liam exclaimed, climbing off. But when he realized Derek and Stiles were standing right in front of him, something in his expression changed, it was gone as soon as it came. Stiles swallowed, wanting to ask but there was no time.
“Tell me you know something about necromancy” Stiles asked Liam, watching as he shift into a big wolf. The man groaned in response and nodded, somehow Stiles knew he had the same answer as they did, “Shit!” Stiles yelled desperate.
“Take Lydia to the nearest graveyard, I´ll meet you there” He promised already walking away. He sideway saw how Liam took her into his arms and quickly disappeared, half of his pack behind him.
“Lydia!” Jackson yelled panicked trying to follow her but the corpses wouldn’t allowed him, “Where is she going?” He yelled to Stiles, the fear clear on his features.
Stiles completely ignored him and took a deep breath, getting mentally prepared, “Cover me” He whispered to Derek and Scott, having only a nod in response. He slowly kneeled on the floor, watching as the corpse recovered from Lydia´s attack. He put his bloody fists against it, almost hearing the dirt crack beneath his weight. He took deep breaths, barely opening his lips and closed his eyes, he felt his magic waking up inside him, following his callings, traveling with its power, it was begging to come out. He felt his connections to the center of the earth and its surroundings, increasing as he called them repeatedly. He heard the earth crumbled, cracking below him. A loud yell came out of his mouth as the earth shook around him.
A big crack began opening at his feet, swallowing everything in its pass, swallowing every corpse into it, Stiles heard the groaning of the dead as they fell, the alarms of the cars and the sound of buildings cracking, unable to stop crumbling down. He wide opened his eyes, hearing how the remaining corpses came to get him. It was a strange feeling, his powers felt awake as it had never did, stronger and powerful than ever. He felt his eyes shine as he lit his fists into fire and started throwing punch after punch, vaporizing everything in his way.
“Get out of here!” He yelled at the team, “Go the nearest graveyard, Lydia is waiting there! Go!” He added, not even waiting for their response and stop to see if they were gone. He continued fighting against everything in front of him and it felt damn good, that sudden power traveling through his veins and body, felt good. Tearing every body with his bare hands felt good. Staining with their blood as he continued slaughtering them, it was such a rush of pure power, he didn’t want to stop. And that scared him.
It was like a sharp awakening, he froze on his place for seconds, even for a minute and finally, dropped the bag of skin, blood and bones to the floor, hearing its dead slap as it crashed against it. He waited to hear more groaning, more feet dragging, more bodies trying to catch him but it never came, instead a deadly calm was only heard. He fell into his knees looking around him. A gasp came out of his mouth, staring at the hundreds of bloody pieces of persons, they were people and he was the one that did it. He looked down at his hands, at his clothes, his face and hair, all him was covered in rotten, dark blood.
He quickly stood up, stumbling with his feet, desperately wanting to get rid of that guiltiness, “Oh god…” He whispered, passing a hand through his face and hair, getting stained with more blood in the process, “Oh god…"
“Stiles?” He heard someone quietly calling him, in clear and evident shock.
He snatched his head up to that scared voice, making Steve flinch, they stared at each other for a few seconds, “I…” Stiles started, knowing how scared and vulnerable he most seemed, he suddenly felt exposed. He closed his mouth and swallowed, quickly putting back his poker face and burning every fear about himself deep inside him.
“Lets go, the others are waiting” He exclaimed instead, surprising even himself, at the hardness of his voice.
He began walking away, already hearing as the remaining corpses came back to life. Again.
Steve watched him walked away before looking back at the bloody scene, he swallowed hard and shook his head. He put a hand over his ribs when they protested in pain again, he wasn’t healing faster enough. He wasn’t sure if ignoring what just had happened was a good idea, he wasn’t sure if asking about what just had happened was a good idea either.
He wasn’t sure of knowing what he had just seen, the only certain thing he knew was that it wasn’t Stiles, it wasn’t their, his Stiles. It was a complete different person, the anger of his movement, the pleasure of doing it, it wasn’t Stiles, it couldn’t be, Steve told himself, ignoring the sudden concern inside him, it wasn’t Stiles, it couldn't be.