CHATER THIRTEEN
Derek froze on his place, his hands began shaking and his head spinning, “This isn’t what it looks Stiles…” He tried to say but suddenly Stiles flipped the resting table in the middle of them, breaking it into pieces. Derek flinched at the movement and looked down.
“Don’t you fucking dare Derek!” He yelled furiously, beginning to pass side to side, so mad, so angry he didn’t know what to do with his own hands, “How many times?” He breathed. He felt a hand on his arm, trying to pull him but he shook himself angrily, “I said how many fucking times?”
Derek swallowed and took a deep breath, shaking his head again. He put his hands against it and pulled his hair. He suddenly stood up, making everyone backed away from him, “I can’t do this right now” He exclaimed before quickly running away, disappearing up stairs.
Stiles scoffed, he couldn’t believe his coward ass. He was ready to follow him when, one more time, he felt a hand stopping him, “What?!” He exploded, turning around, arms wide opened. Lydia stepped back, visibly frightened, “Are you alright?” She asked quietly. Stiles cursed under his breath and passed a hand through his hair. He sat down again and closed his eyes for a moment, knowing he needed to calm the hell down.
“That thing… we all saw tonight, it wasn’t a wolf” He began, his jaw so clenched it hurt him, “They are called karjachas and they…” He couldn’t say it out loud, he wouldn’t dare, the anger, the pain too fresh. It was Lydia that gasped surprised, “You mean…” She muttered, the words dying inside her mouth.
“I mean… this things is a projection of your deceptions, my guess is… being so close to an unknown energy source, it popped out” He muttered before laughing out loud, “It fucking popped out"
“You're not saying that Derek, that he…” Scott whispered.
Stiles remained silent, he let his breath and clenched his jaw, it wasn’t over, he deserved a fucking explanation and he was getting one. He stood up, ignoring his brother´s callings after him, his anger wasn’t letting go. He climbed the stairs, two by two and didn’t bother being silent. He slapped the door opened. Derek didn’t flinch at the sound, he remained seated on the edge of the bed, eyes locked on the floor.
“How many times Derek? When? How?” Stiles begged, “Why?”
He kneeled in from of him, forcing him to look at him in the eye.
“Liam” He suddenly whispered, so low, Stiles thought for a moment it was his mind playing cruel tricks on him, “What?” He echoed, almost smiling at the absurdity but Derek said it again, louder and stronger, “Liam, Stiles, it was with Liam”
He felt his heart stop, suddenly it was hard to breath. His body fell backwards, he wide opened his eyes, trying to find some sense, something, trying to feel something, “Liam?” He breathed, closing his eyes with utter, raw pain, “How could you Derek? Why? Why?” He whispered, dropping his head against the floor, trying to feel something cold compare to his sudden heated skin. The need of crying invaded him, he snatched his head up, letting the bomb explode.
“Answer me you fucking jerk! Why?!” He angrily yelled.
“Because you fucking left me! You fucking left me! You left!”
It was like a slap right in his face, he let out a short painful laugh, not because it was funny, it was all he could do, laugh, “So, this is my shitty fault now?” He exclaimed, slapping himself in the chest. Derek looked away, raising his arms and clenching his fists, “I didn’t say that Stiles-“
“Except you are! We were having problems and you just choose to leave to go have a fucking stir-“
“It wasn’t like that Stiles, I just-“
But none of them was listening, both of them talking at the same time, words mixing between them, confusing them, trying to make their excuses valid. Stiles closed his eyes, putting his hands together in desperation, shutting himself for a moment.
“You stopped loving me asshole!” Derek suddenly screamed, so loud and heartbroken Stiles kept his mouth shut, “You were fucking there but you didn’t love me, not anymore”
He tried digesting the words, he tried understanding them but in that moment everything was clouded, everything was anger and sadness and he didn’t want to feel them, he was tired of feeling for Derek, he was tired of him, “Thats fucking bullshit! I never stopped loving you! I stopped being in love with you!”
Derek moaned in pain and closed his eyes with strength, as if he couldn’t bare hearing those words, less coming from Stiles, “I can’t look at you” Stiles muttered, pulling a face with disgust, “With fucking Liam… my fucking friend, you…” He rambled under his breath, putting his hand behind his neck, slowly shaking his head.
Derek suddenly smirked, facing him, “Don't act like you’re better than me”
“Don’t you fucking dare Derek” Stiles answered back, taking a few steps until they were face to face, centimeters between them. Derek swallowed, visibly concerned for having him so close, “You think I don’t see you with him? You think it doesn’t hurt me? Seeing you and that son of a bitch, fooling around-”
He didn’t need to hear his name, it was the drop that spilled the full glass. He saw everything red, unconsciously he grabbed Derek by the neck and pushed him back until his body crashed against the wall, “Don’t you ever mention him again Derek, its none of your goddamn business, me and him, its different” Stiles hissed, almost with hate.
“How?” Derek blurted out but he didn’t get an answer, “How Stiles?” He repeated louder. Stiles let him go but didn’t step back, he clenched his jaw, hearing how Derek said the question again and again, “How Stiles? Tell me how!”
He couldn’t help it, his arm and fist moved without him knowing about it, he felt the wood cutting his knuckles as he made a hole in the wall behind Derek, “Because I’m in-“ The realization of what he was going to say hit him like a wave. He stumbled as he stepped back. Derek looked down and shook his head, a perfect broken smile on his face, “Say it, just fucking say it, put me out of my misery, please”
Stiles looked away and swallowed hard, he couldn’t, “Just stay away from me Derek, please” Is all he could say. He turned around and walked away, hearing how Derek fall to his knees. Stiles left the room, not surprised of seeing the group standing in the hallway. He froze for a moment, noticing the pity stares, he couldn't handle them, he couldn’t handle anything, not that night. He meant to walk away when he felt a tiny hand on his chest.
“Breath, breath with me Stiles” Lydia whispered, about to hold him in her arms but the couldn’t allow it. He stopped her and clenched his jaw, wanting to say something but he was pure chaos. He dropped his hands and began walking again, that time Lydia didn’t stop him.
He climbed down the stairs and desperately walked to the kitchen, snatching the fridge open, hoping, wishing there was something he could drink but it was empty, “Shit, shit, shit!” He yelled closing it with strength, making the fridge tremble. He passed his hand through his hair and dropped his head, closing his eyes. The adrenaline suddenly left him and all he could feel was exhaustion. He dropped himself down and whimpered when his leg protested. For a moment he had forgotten that fucking thing had bit him.
He teared apart the cloth that was hanging and let out his breath when he saw the deep cuts and the blood and it didn’t look like it was healing, “Fuck…” He exclaimed closing his hands into fists and flinched when his right hand hurt. He looked down at it and well, it was probably broken. He needed to get the hell out. Slowly he stood up, ignoring his aching body. He began walking to the front door when someone called his name.
“Where are you going?” Steve asked quietly, standing in the middle of the mess that used to be the living room. Stiles blinked a few times and twisted his mouth, he had forgotten for a moment about him, “Out of here” He exclaimed giving him his back. He didn’t want to take it out with him, specially with him.
“Stiles wait” Steve tried.
“Not now Steve, please- just, not now” Is everything he couldn’t bare to say, not after almost saying those words, not after being betrayed by the first love of his life. In that moment, his trust was destroyed, there was not other way to call it. Without anything left to say he walked out of the house, leaving Steve, standing still in the middle of the living room.
The bar he randomly chose was mostly empty, taking in consideration it was the middle of the day. The place was dark, illuminated only by artificial light, creating a heavy atmosphere, combined with the drunk men of the town and their smell, and the tense smoke of cigarettes, it wasn’t a homy place. Stiles chose the darkest corner and sat himself down, “Una bottiglia di vodka per favore” He order the minute the waitress was near him. She gave him a long stare, carefully moving her eyebrows up and down as if she was deciding something. Stiles resisted the need to roll his eyes and instead gave her a charming smile. That known playboy smile he gave when he wanted someone to be his. It left him a bad taste on the mouth.
The waitress returned the gesture, her intense red lips standing out against the dark environment, she seemed like a character taken out of the fifties.
In the middle of his second bottle, he began to think she was attractive, her easy smile and charismatic reminded him of Steve´s one. He felt the guilt on the top of his stomach when the girl sat beside him, putting an arm around his shoulders. It was almost incredible how she decided to ignore the smell of blood and his clothes, as well as the high level of alcohol inside his body. His phone kept vibrating inside his pocket until it died from the battery, he didn’t even bother checking it. The brunette girl was suddenly sitting on his legs, laughing about something he had supposedly said but he couldn’t remember. He felt uncomfortable but his senses were too blurry and confusing, so he did what his body wanted to.
After minutes of silly flirtation, he learned the girl´s name was Gianna, a twenty old girl, trying to pay her studies, he wished he had a life a simple as that. When she suddenly asked what he do for a living, what he do for fun, what was the story of his life. It was perfectly normal question and the answer came naturally out of him. He said he was a medicine student, taking a six month vacation from college, he said he was single, that didn’t have anyone back home waiting for his return. He could acknowledge the pity on her eyes, as if it was really that sad not having anyone waiting for him. He got distracted on his thoughts when he suddenly felt her lips on his neck, kissing and licking. Stiles didn’t like it, he could feel her sticky lipstick and her insistent teeth.
He heard a loud alarm inside his head, telling him he was better than that, that there was actually, someone waiting for him, that is was Derek that cheated on him, not Steve.
Steve.
Immediately Stiles stood up, making the girl fall to the ground with a loud hit. His drunk legs betrayed him and he almost fell against the table. The whole bar became quiet from the sudden abrupt, he began mumbling how sorry he was. He tossed a couple of dollars on the table, shaking his head again and again, ignoring the girl´s cursing. He couldn’t care any less, all he could think was him, was Steve and how disappointed he was going to be, at seeing Stiles like that, drunk and flirting with an italian unknown girl. He needed to get the hell out.
Without thinking he stumbled his way out. The strong rays of the sunset hurt his eyes, he covered them, resisting the need to vomit, how long did he was gone? Tony was gonna flip out and Steve…
Stiles began to walk, crashing against people, not being able to hear their curses and questions. He closed his eyes with strength when his head turned and turned and suddenly he was leaning against a lamppost, taking deep breaths, so glad he was finally breathing pure air.
He didn’t know how, but suddenly he was standing outside the cabin. It was deadly quiet. He crashed against the front door when he tried opened it. It had never been so difficult for him to open a damn door in his entire life.
“Steve?!” He called out loud, dragging his feet, he felt his leg burn in pain. He looked down and notice it wasn’t healing as fast as usual, he frowned confused because the bone´s from his hand were healed, it was still cut open but alright, but not his leg, the muscles were still exposed The world around him suddenly turned upside down and he finally fell on the floor, “Steve?” He whispered, knowing he most look like the most pathetic human being in the entire universe. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, he had to stood up, he was going to stood up.
“Stop it Stiles, stop moving, let me help you” Someone exclaimed and Stiles had never been more confused in his entire life.
“Steve?” He muttered hopefully. His drunk eyes opened enough for him to recognized those perfect blue eyes, “Oh my god, its you” He exclaimed, putting his head against his chest, so glad he was feeling that known warm, those known arms around him, “I´m so sorry” He exclaimed, like a little child afraid of the dark.
Steve was saying something, caressing his cheek but he couldn’t understand shit. God, why did he had to drink so much? Why he couldn’t handle things like a grownup? why he always had to fuck things up and get drunk to at least, feel some pain.
He closed his eyes for a second, only for a second but when he opened them again, he was inside a shower, freezing water falling down his body. He frowned looking down, noticing he was still wearing his clothes, “What?” He muttered leaning against the wall.
“I got you, you’re alright, I got you” Steve whispered as he continued passing his fingers through Stiles hair, over and over again. Stiles looked up, narrowing his eyes and the stream of water and smirked, “i´m such a mess” He exclaimed, before laughing out loud, “I´m such a fucking mess” He repeated shaking his head.
“It will be alright Stiles, did you hear me? It will be” Steve exclaimed, cupping his red cheeks into his hands. But he shook his head again, “I´m sorry Steve, you don’t- you don’t need to do this, I… I´m sorry” Stiles rambled.
Steve let out his breath, almost annoyed and shook his head, “Cant you please, stop moping around and help me get your clothes off?” He asked without asking. Stiles only nodded and began taking his shirt off, noticing how pale his skin was, what was going on with him? Without talking, he removed his entire clothes, knowing it was the first time Steve was gonna see him completely naked, how pathetic that was.
Stiles remained under the water for minutes, until his lips turned blue and he was shivering and thank god, his drunkenness wasn’t that bad, “I´m alright” He exclaimed, standing up with effort.
Steve stared at him a long, painful minute before closing the water, they suddenly fell into an intense silence, where Stiles was still inside the shower, shivering like an idiot and Steve was standing outside, a big blue towel on his hands.
“It gets bigger, I promise, its the cold and the vodka” He tried joking as he stepped outside.
“My god, Stiles, shut up” Steve exclaimed, shaking his head, beginning to dried him up.
Stiles was suddenly aware of the intimate of the act. As if they had known theirselves for years, themselves and their bodies. He felt the guilt again and his mouth opened before he could even think of what he was saying, “I flirted with a hot, italian waitress”
Steve froze, his hands steady on Stiles waist. He took a deep breath, before looking up at him and taking a small step back, “Stiles, I-“
“I didn’t kiss her, I… I couldn’t, I would normally had, because I´m that kind of jackass, but I couldn’t do it, you were stuck in my stupid, drunk head the entire time”
Steve took other deep breath and slowly leaned on the sink. He rubbed his eyes and opened his mouth several times, as if he was trying to decipher what the hell he could say that didn’t make things worse.
“I won’t brake your heart” He finally exclaimed, staring at Stiles dead in the eye, “I wouldn’t do anything conscious to hurt you, Stiles” He continued, ignoring how uncomfortable Stiles seemed, yet, hopeful too. And god, Steve was in love with that drunk, shivering, naked man in front of him.
Stiles bit his lip, his drunk head trying to work out a good response, a worth saying out loud response, “I didn’t know I would miss you that badly, that much” He muttered, “After Beacon Hills I mean” He added, waving his hand, “I didn’t know I like you this bad and I´m sorry it took me so long to catch up with it but I got stuck, I´m… I´m terrified Steve and after all this…”
“Hey, hey” Steve interrupted him, putting his hands on his face, forcing him to stare at him, “I´m not him and Derek, he’s- he’s a good person” He added, squeezing his hands when Stiles tried to look away, a sudden anger on his eyes, “I know you cant see it right now, how could you? But, I told you and I´m telling you, I won’t brake your heart”
Stiles swallowed hard, aware of how close they were. He tilted his head and half smiled with sadness. He didn’t want to hear anything more coming out of that beautiful pink lips, he was all he needed. He attracted their lips together, moaning when his teeth crashed at the intensity of the kiss. Stiles didn’t know the moment the towel disappeared between them, he just knew he wanted Steve, all of him. He quickly removed his shirt and pushed their bodies together. Steve always so warm and Stiles always so cold. He was just glad he wasn’t that drunk anymore, even if he still saw everything blurry.
“Well, it does get bigger”
“I told you big guy”
*
They didn’t know how long it passed inside that tiny bathroom. They didn’t have sex, “I don’t want our first time to be with you drunk as hell” Steve had said and well Stiles couldn't blame him, he couldn’t even walk properly. Steve helped him get into bed, putting the covers over his body. Stiles smiled like a dork as he pat the empty space beside him. Steve dropped himself with a tired sight.
“Where´s everyone?” He quietly asked after a couple of minutes in calm silence, as Steve passed his fingers through his hair.
“Everyone is at the house Stiles, no one dare move when you were gone”
He hummed in response, twisting his lips, “Guess, I am a runner after all huh?” He whispered, half smiling.
Steve let out his breath and stopped moving his hands for a moment, “You came back”
“Yeah, I guess I did” He answered, “i couldn’t leave you alone guys, all you idiots without my awesome personality and natural charisma, you wouldn’t survive”
Steve deeply sighed again, “Whatever you want to believe to make yourself feel better hon”
*
The moment he and Steve stepped out of their room, bags ready and packed. Tony had walked toward him, clapped him in the back and tightly hug him. It was everything Stiles needed. Not even Scott, Lydia or Jackson had asked him where he had disappeared. He was truly grateful for that. He had successfully being avoiding Derek, it was like a radar, every time he knew he was close, he felt an uncomfortable switch. So, like the coward he was, he walked away. He was pretty sure everyone noticed but no one asked. He was double grateful for that.
“Holding over there?” Lydia asked, bumping his shoulder playfully.
Stiles smiled at her and shrugged, “Been better but.. yeah, sure”
She nodded in response and looked away, staring at the deep forest. They were standing outside the quinjet, waiting for his brother to finish the last arrangements to finally, leave that ugly town for good.
“Do you think, you’re leaving a… a part of yourself in this place?” Lydia suddenly asked.
Stiles narrowed his eyes at the strong rays of sunshine hitting his face. He thought about the question, more than leaving a part of him in that place, it felt more like a swap. He was also leaving with a piece of energy from the source. Like matching pieces getting exchanged, “In a way…”
“Mhm?”
“I mean, it was like an exchange, I can feel a piece go energy from this place inside me, I know I´m protecting it, but…”
“But what?” Lydia asked facing him.
“I think its making me weaker, I mean, I´m using so much energy, leaving so much of me in here, in Beacon Hills, its making me weaker” He explained before shrugging. Turning around when he heard Tony yelling they were ready to leave.
“You know this because..?” She exclaimed, letting the answer hang between them.
Stiles deeply sighed before stopping on his tracks, he slowly kneeled and uncovered his barely healing leg. Lydia let out a whistle and pulled a face as is she was the one injured, she twisted her mouth, “Yeah, that doesn’t look good”
He stood up and buffed, “I know, theory proved”
They kept walking in silence until Stiles put an arm around her shoulders, “Lets just get the hell out from here”
*
Scott quietly sat beside Stiles, as he watched the calm ocean and the soft, blue waves. Stiles swallowed hard and twisted his mouth, he leaned his head against the cold glass and notice Scott´s side ways stare for the third time.
“Are you holding on?” He eventually asked.
Stiles shrugged and looked behind him. Watching as Tony said something to Steve, they both seemed tense and mad. Tony was walking side to side, closing and opening his hands.
“What you think is going on over there?” Scott asked, watching the same direction as Stiles, who only shrugged again and twisted his mouth, “I think he’s even more mad than me at Derek and… Liam” He blurted out, the name barely understandable. It was the first time he dare say it out loud and the result wasn’t any good at all. He twisted his mouth with anger, making Scott put a hand on his shoulder, “Hey… I know-“ Scott tried to say but Stiles shook his head.
“The first thing I did when I arrived New York was visit him, made sure he kew I was in his territory and he… he even had the guts to ask if me and Derek had broken up when he knew, he fucking knew and he said he was sorry, he said he knew how in love Derek and I were, why I didn’t see it? How couldn’t I see it?”
“Maybe you did…” Scott whispered quietly.
“What?” Stiles breathed looking up at him.
“I mean, Stiles, it was with Liam, you must had…”
“I must had fucking what Scott? Knew it? Sense it? How could I-“ He scoffed, angrily looking away, crossing his arms over his chest, “This wasn’t my fault” He blurted out, blinking several times, feelings his eyes burning, “I know we drew apart and I know how lonely he must had felt, I did too but I didn’t go have sex with a friend, he betrayed me Scott, he betrayed my confidence and I don’t- I don’t know how to deal with that, I´m just angry, I have nothing more for him beside anger”
Scott remained silent, bitting his lip, “I´m sorry Stiles and I know for sure, Derek is too”
Stiles shook his head, getting really tired, people were apologizing for him, instead of him having the damn balls for doing it himself. Stiles stood up and scoffed again, he opened his mouth ready to send Derek and everyone directly to go fuck theirselves when something caught his attention. He turned to the window, seeing they had arrived New York, he could see the tall buildings in the distance but it was the dark cloud that made his breath go cold.
“What the hell is that?” Natasha breathed, standing beside him.
“Its moving, right?” Scott asked, narrowing his eyes.
Stiles moved his head, trying to take a better look at it, he was able to notice the black mass was moving, like tiny dots jumping and running and coming in their direction, “Its moving toward us” Stiles exclaimed, already pushing everyone behind him. It wasn’t a black cloud, it was millions of black grasshoppers flying in their direction.
It hit them like a wave of water and sank them into it. Stiles was holding Natasha´s hand in a second and in other he was falling, he felt something hitting his head and everything became numb. He didn’t notice the moment the quinjet hit the water of the ocean and began sinking. He was barely conscious everyone was screaming something but he couldn’t move, his limbs didn’t answer and he couldn't focus his eyes right. He licked his lips and tried raising his arm as he heard someone yelling his name.
He suddenly felt a coldness on his legs and how it quickly traveled to his waist, his torso and finally his neck. It took him a couple of seconds to realize he was sinking along with the ship and the water was covering him. He had to move, he had to stand up. Fighting against the strong watercourses, he made his way through the water, taking a deep breath. He took several puffs looking around him, everything was pitch black and cold. The level of the water was raising and he was loosing his time and breath.
His head wasn’t helping either, it felt like a hammer hitting him repeatedly, the pain increasing with every hit, “Shit, shit” He breathed before diving into the freezing water but it was useless, he couldn’t see anything. With his hand he tried creating a stream but it was too weak, he only heard the glass creaking lightly. He couldn’t die fucking drown. He needed to get out, he began swimming, his hands groping in the dark, trying to find something useful. His chest began to burn and unconsciously he took a a breath, swallowing salt water, his throat burned with the water. He had to hurry up.
He closed his eyes with strength when his fingers closed against something, he hold on to the large, hard object and pull it. He had no fucking clue what it was but he began hitting the thick glass with the little energy he had. His eyes began to close and he felt a burning sensation traveling through his throat and chest. His body began shaking, struggling to find air but he failed. The object slipped from his grip and a strange calm invaded him.
He didn’t realize when he lost consciousness and the water finally swallowed him complete.
Tony scratched the surface with his hand and he took a deep breath of air as soon as he was out of the water. The buzzing became audible, the bugs hit him in the head as they pass flying against him. He removed the wet hair from his face and looked around him. He managed to see Steve´s blonde hair and Natasha´s red one. He saw as Scoot was shouting something, fighting against Jackson´s arms to return back to the water. Return back to the water.
“Stiles?” He whispered looking around him, trying to find his dark hair and stupid pale face, “Stiles?!” He tried again, the fear growing inside him, “Steve! Where is him?!” He yelled swimming toward him. Steve frowned visibly confused and opened his mouth. His eyes traveled through every posible emotion until they got lock on the fear. He disappeared into the water in a blink of an eye. Tony tried calling Jarvis, tried to call his suit but everything seemed flooded.
“What happened?!” He yelled swimming back to Scott, who only shook his head, “He- he hit his head and I tried to- the water, it arrived so fast, it was everywhere and I- I couldn’t find him” Scott rambled shaking his head, staring at the dark water, “I have to go back” He whispered ready to dive in when Derek stopped him, “Look” He exclaimed pointing to the city, where dark towers of smoke began appearing through the buildings, filling the sky, they could hear the screaming and panic of the city, “They need our help” Derek added, pushing Scott back.
“I´ll go, I´ll find him, move Scott, move!” He yelled before diving into the water, following Steve´s steps.
Tony shook his head, sinking into a trance, he began swimming. Derek was right, they had to move and go help, “Move guys” He strongly exclaim, knowing his brother was going to come out safe and sound, he had to come out safe and sound, otherwise he would kill him.
Steve´s lungs began to protest the deep he went, everything was completely dark and cold, making difficult to see, until he managed to see the blinking lights of the ship in the bottom of the ocean. He ignored his protesting body and swam harder, thinking about him and only him.
Stiles dreamed of him and Derek when they started dating, the first incredible awkward first date they had in that ugly coffee place that, of course, Derek was the one that chose it. Derek hadn’t talk or ask anything, he dedicate himself to stare at Stiles, as he devoured his food and kept talking and talking and more talking. In their first date, Stiles had decided he was gonna love that man forever. But seeing him, seeing his blue, bright eyes on the water, the desperation and, still love on them made Stiles want to go back to that dreaming.
It was almost easy to return to that dreaming, it was welcoming and known and it was as simple as closing his eyes. Except that shaking didn’t let him do it, there was a constant and annoying calling. Murmuring his name over and over, demanding for him to wake up. He felt so damn annoyed for waking up. But he had to. The moment he tried to breath, he began coughing every inch of water inside him. He wide opened his eyes and saw caos above him. Planes and helicopters flying around them, the sky red and black smoke.
He heard someone say his name and he wished he could punch that someone, he turned on his back, coughing more water and trying really hard not to think of the constant pain on the back of his head and that burning inside his chest. He felt a hand rubbing his back, before brushing his hair backwards, removing it from his forehead. He blinked several times and let out a shaky breath. He tried talking but only a hoarse and strange whistle came out from his mouth.
“Dont talk, you drank a lot of salt water” That someone exclaimed, beginning to caress his back again.
Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head, sitting down, “To- Tony” He managed to blurt out, when he suddenly felt a strong arms holding him. He looked up impressed, perceiving Steve´s characteristic smell of him. He then realized it was Derek that took him out from the water, it was Derek that had rescued him, he had took him out of the water.
He rested his head on Steve´s shoulders, taking deep breaths. He stared at Derek, who was kneeling away from them, he was soaking wet and breathing fast and hard, “Thank you” He whispered truthful, only loud enough for him to hear it. Derek closed his eyes for a couple seconds and nodded, he slowly stood up, he gave Stiles one last look and walked away.
His arms didn’t have the strength to hold Steve back, he was only able to rub his damn cold face against his neck, “I´m sorry” He whispered huskily, closing his eyes.
Steve shook his head and hold him tighter, “I couldn’t find you, everything was complete dark and confusing and I couldn’t find you”
“Its alright Steve, I´m alright” Stiles tried to assure him but Steve gasped, shaking his head.
“Don’t you see it? I was terrified Stiles and I- I couldn’t breath knowing you were down there, I- I thought…” He struggled finding the words before grabbing Stiles face forcing him to see each other dead in the eye, “I think… I think I-“
But Stiles would never had the opportunity to listen to those words, cause he managed to see Tony running toward them, yelling, yelling really loud and waving his arms. Stiles tilted his head and frowned, removing Steve´s hands from him.
“Tony…” He croaked trying to stand up but Steve hold him down, putting a hand on his arm, “Wait” He breathed, looking up, “Listen” He whispered, staring how the sky covered in black shadows. In them, a loud buzzing began to sound.
“Tell me you know what´s going on” Steve whispered, swallowing hard.
Stiles stood up, taking shallows breaths, “I can’t- I can’t hear anything” He muttered. Stiles knew the answer before it hit him straight in the face. His head tossed back as an entity stroke him. A loud whistle clogged his ears.
“Stiles?!” Steve yelled about to hold him when he felt a pressure on his chest. He opened his mouth but nothing came out and for a moment he actually thought he was under water again. He tried grabbing something, anything but suddenly he was falling backwards.
Stiles closed his eyes with strength and shook his head, “Abaddon!” Stiles yelled trying to stand up but it was getting inside his head, clouding every emotion, every feeling. Stiles could feel him inside him, could almost hear his laugh, could almost hear his voice demanding for Stiles to confess his sins, “Don’t listen to him!” He managed to say, noticing Steve was in a worse shape than him. It took Stiles a harsh battle and a huge amount of energy to repress the demon away and remember how to cast it outside.
He began reciting in low voice, managing to stand up but the force hit him to the ground again.
“You're not match against me human” A strong voice exclaimed inside him head, mocking him.
Stiles stopped for a moment, staring the soft floor below him, taking small breaths, trying to gather courage cause he had to, he had to fight and he was gonna do it. He snatched his head up and began his reciting again, stronger and louder. Believing in his words. Eventually he could breath better, harder, he could see clearly, he could hear his surroundings and the chaos exploding.
He saw Steve struggling beside him, shaking as if he was freezing. Stiles could see the sweat on his forehead and the tension on his muscles. He took him in his arms without doubting, “Breath, breath, its almost over” He whispered under his breath, caressing his cold lips against his wet hair.
Steve let out a shaky breath and shook his head, “I think I love you Stiles”