Apprehended
Needless to say, Stiles was livid. Not only did his head hurt, but the oh-so-kind spies had shoved him into the back of a spiffy lookin' black van, and unfortunately, they handcuffed his arms to the armrests on his seat. It was a shame that Stiles couldn’t see where they put the agents he had rendered unconscious, but that didn’t stop the shitty smirk that was residing on his lips.
Unfortunately, the arresting agent was now seated in front of him, his own smirk almost as smug as Stiles’, but that didn’t deter him at all. If anything, Stiles felt empowered by it, because now that he had the agent confident, he was given the chance to knock him down a few pegs.
So he raised an eyebrow, not giving any show of his anger or that he had a plan. "Pretty chilly out, isn't it?" The agent questioned.
"Eh," Stiles shrugged, "You really work up a sweat when you're kicking ass."
The male looked unimpressed, leaning back against the metal wall as he crossed his arms, "Alright, I'll cut to the chase, kid. I'm Agent Coulson-"
"Called it." Stiles chirped enthusiastically, cutting him off.
Coulson gave him a dirty look, "You, Mieczysław Stilinski, are a major person of interest." The agent butchered his first name so terribly that Stiles physically cringed.
"Yeah, and your research seems aye-one." He spat out sarcastically. "Word of advice, when learning something new, make sure you can actually pronounce the words correctly." He felt pride at the distaste in Coulson's face.
"Look, Mieczys-"
"It's Stiles." He said forcefully, incredibly annoyed at the sound of his real name.
"Look Stiles," He sounded equally annoyed, though Stiles didn't care. "You're gonna have a rough interrogation, aren't you?" His words didn’t rattle Stiles whatsoever.
“Mmm, I don’t know about that. If anything, I love talking to people!” He grinned cheekily. “Looks like you’ll have to find a better way to threaten me.”
“You’ve got quite the attitude,” Mr Agent Guy stated, though this wasn’t new to Stiles.
“What can I say,” He shrugged. “It’s all in the charm.”
S.H.I.E.L.D HEADQUARTERS- OUTSKIRTS OF NEW YORK
Truthfully, when Agent Phil Coulson was briefed on a potential terrorist from a small town called Beacon Hills, he fully expected a middle aged man with a poorly trimmed goatee and a grudge against life. Instead, he was met with a shaggy haired teenager with a snarky attitude and eyes that looked much older than his age.
His surprise didn't come when he was met with the boy himself, instead it came with the mission brief by Nick Fury. And, of course, with a mission briefing, came a mission debriefing- which Phil was currently sat at a large conference table for.
Once they arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters, Coulson and a handful of other agents dragged the kid to an interrogation room, which really doubled as a holding cell. Stilinski didn't even put up a fight, and that's what bugged him. The didn't seem even remotely nervous, which only led Phil to believe that there had to be something up his sleeve.
At least now they had him locked up, and hopefully whatever plans he had been making were shut down when he was shoved into the small room. Phil's fingers brushed across the manila folder, which was filled to the brim with every piece of information they could find on one Mieczysław - or, as he was so nicely told, Stiles- Stilinski.
And unfortunately, it was a lot. Way too much for a teenager.
There were multiple copies of the seventeen year old's file spread neatly throughout the table, one in each particular spot that now occupied an Avenger. The full team had arrived after being summoned by Director Fury, and it was incredibly obvious that they were all curious as to why they were called in over a teenager.
Doctor Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, and Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes sat to the right of him while Captain Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Thor Odinson sat to his left. (Any other time, Phil would've been completely baffled by how close he was to the Captain America, but for now, he needed to stay professional.)
Agent Natasha Romanoff and Agent Clint Barton were seated on the opposite end of the table while Coulson sat at the head of it- well, he was sharing the head of the table with Director Fury. It was only a matter of seconds before the dark skinned male joined the team inside of the conference, arriving with his ever-brooding glory as he took his rightful seat.
"Gentlemen, Natasha," He nodded at the whole group, "We have some important business to attend to, and I'd appreciate if the comments were kept at a minimum." Everyone knew that this was directed to Tony Stark. "Let's begin,"
The monitor behind Phil flickered on, a picture of teenager with a fluffy updo and whiskey eyes with a goofy grin appeared. This picture compared to kid he met was way different. The kid sitting in the holding cell was in dire need of a haircut and he didn’t look as innocent as the picture may have led some to believe.
Underneath the photo spelled out his full name, one that Phil was oh-so-rudely commented on about- MIECZYSŁAW CZEZCHALIM STILINSKI. It really was a mouthful, and Phil could hardly see why any parent would give a child that name. He could have laughed at the looks on everyone's face- well, everyone except Natasha, but that was most likely because she was well acquainted with...whatever language that name was from.
"This is Miezcy-"
"Miecyzsław." Natasha corrected before he could butcher the name.
"Stilinski, though he has claimed to go by Stiles. Which in retrospect, is a lot easier to say." He nodded in a gratitude. "He's seventeen years old, and was born on an Army base in Krákow, Poland to Noah Stilinski and Claudia Grzeskiewicz. Noah served until he became Lieutenant General, where he later retired and moved his family from the base in Poland to Beacon Hills, California when his son was three."
The extra information was more recon than anything.
"Noah worked as a Deputy at the Sheriff's department for six years before he was elected Sheriff, and unfortunately, his first case went unsolved." A photo of a young girl was up on the screen, as well as the crime scene of a car accident.
"How does his first case pertain to the kid?" Tony raised an eyebrow.
"We're getting to that." Phil replied. "Anyways, the problems with Stilinski didn't begin until the second term of his sophomore year- though he did acquire minor offenses as he grew up."
That's when everyone began to flip through the file, and Phil enjoyed how most of the team seem surprised at the apparent past-time of the teenager. He really was trouble.
"Wow." Came a muffled mumble.
"Indeed." Coulson agreed, "It began with him, as well as another teen, finding Laura Hale's body." A photo of Scott McCall and Mieczysław Stilinski flickered onto the screen. He gave it a second before he continued, "Then after a period of time, Stilinski, as well as four other students, were trapped in Beacon Hills High School with a presumed serial killer."
Even though he's heard all this before, it still appalled Phil how much trouble this kid was involved in. And how exactly he was still alive.
"After another extended period of time, Stilinski went missing during the winter formal. He was also connected to the attempted murder of a young girl who he was claimed to have gone to the dance with."
A photo of a teenage girl with red hair was shown, the name of Lydia Martin written in the folders. Most of the photos of these kids were taken from the yearbook photos belonging to Beacon Hills High School.
"He later returned, showing up at the crime scene that held the murders of Peter Hale and Kate Argent. It was later found that a molotov cocktail was used to set Peter Hale on fire, Stilinski's prints were found on pieces of the broken glass."
Another image flashed over the screen, this time showing the battered lot that belonged to the Hale House. It was taken after the bodies were called in.
"And, only two days later, Stilinski discovered that Lydia Martin went missing from the bathroom in Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, only for the girl to show up again two days later- again Stilinski is the one who found her."
"It was barely a week later before Stilinski was found in the Sheriff's station where Isaac Lahey went missing from custody- the cell was broken."
As Coulson explained each predicament the teenager got himself in to, images of each crime scene was shown on the screen.
"Stilinski was found in the mechanics' garage where Jerry Michaels was found murdered- he was crushed by a car lift that held Stilinski's Jeep."
"And no one seemed to think that maybe the killer was the kid himself?" Barton spoke up, looking incredibly surprised by the information he was being told.
"Trust me, there's more." He sighed, looking to Director Fury, his boss nodding for him to go on. "About a week later, Stilinski was found at a club called 'The Jungle' where many people were found paralyzed from unknown causes."
"This kid has a bigger file than Tony." Steve commented.
"That's what you think." Tony mumbled though everyone heard it.
"A restraining order was committed against Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall after they were convicted for a prank gone wrong- they kidnapped Jackson Whittemore, and kept him locked in a van in the middle of the woo-"
"Hold on, I'm a little curious about something," Natasha finally spoke. "A lot of things this kid was involved in, Scott McCall was included as well, so why are we not investigating him?"
"Because Scott McCall didn't blow up the Sheriff's station." Fury cut in.
The room was silent, so Phil took that as a cue to continue, "Later on, Stilinski was credited with helping his father solve the case of the local murders surrounding the area, which were caused by Matt Daehler. Daehler kept the Sheriff, his son, and Scott McCall hostage in the Sheriff's station, as well as Melissa McCall. Matt Daehler was later found in a pond, where he supposedly drowned."
"If they were in the Sheriff's station, how did a teenager manage to keep them hostage?" Sam questioned.
"Occupants other than the hostages were found brutally murdered," Coulson explained roughly. Even if he didn't know these people, he still felt a pang of something for the lives lost. The way they were killed was inhumane.
"It was only ten days later when Stilinski went missing after a lacrosse game. In the police report, it says that the lights went out over the whole field, and while Whittemore was supposedly found dead on the field, Stilinski vanished into thin air. It's unknown what exactly happen to him, but the Sheriff reported that Stilinski returned home bruised and beaten."
He figured there was more to the story, but it was never recorded in any of the files. The interrogation with the kid would hopefully get them the answers they need.
"Then, there was somewhat of a quiet period of time, only for Stilinski's troubles to start up again at the beginning of his junior year. He was involved in several incidents that can't be directly connected back to him." A photo of a classroom flickered up, the huge windows shattered, black feathers stuff to several shards of broken glass as well as several blood stains.
"Woah, what the hell happened there?" Rhodes questioned, speaking for everyone who looked surprised by the incident.
"Several students, as well as the teacher, reported that crazed birds flew through the windows." It was insane, especially now that he was the one saying it.
"The night after, Stilinski and McCall attended a birthday party, where Stilinski was the last person to see Heather LaRose before she went missing, and was later found dead."
"Seriously, no one suspected that the kid might've killed her?" Tony exclaimed. "This is ridiculous, the clues are all there."
"I agree, if anything he may be the most responsible,” Thor bellowed.
"I'm afraid that that's not even the worst of it," Coulson sighed. "Stilinski also found several of the other bodies, though it was recorded that he wasn't the killer, though we believe that the evidence was not sufficient enough to honor that statement."
"Now, this is where things get a little more interesting. Stilinski was apart of the high school's cross country team, where they took a trip about halfway across the state for a meet. Their stay at the Glen Capri Motel is what first sparked our interest in the teenager. An explosion was heard and seen by a few students who were apart of the team as well, and Stilinski was told to have been apart of it. Luckily, no one was injured but that was when S.H.I.E.L.D began to keep a closer eye on him."
"Again, Stilinski was found at many crime scenes, as well as finding dead bodies." The gruesome photos were shown one after the other. "But soon, the Sheriff went missing the same time as Lydia Martin was found almost murdered, once again, in a school classroom. The culprit was never caught, but Stilinski was at the scene as well."
"An FBI Agent, Rafael McCall arrived on scene at the Beacon Memorial Hospital, where he found it trashed with only Stilinski inside, sitting in one of the chairs. The only explanation he provided was that he had been stuck in the elevators while the commotion was going on- though, after thorough research, that was proven to be untrue. Chris Argent and Melissa McCall were found to be missing in the days passing.'
"This is a little bit...disturbing." Banner chimed, his dark eyes scanning over the page in the file before looking up at the screen at the torn apart hospital.
"Stilinski, Lahey, and Argent were found in the middle of the woods, along with the missing parents. There was never any report as to what happened as none of them decided to speak up about it. Which is wh-"
"Which is why the interrogations are going to very important and highly classified. Not a word of what the kid says will be shared with anyone who is not in this room." Fury said roughly, giving the whole team a pointed look.
"Now, onto why the Sheriff's first case was mentioned- Raf McCall was in Beacon Hills to try and impeach the Sheriff out of his job due to his insufficient way of not closing cases." Coulson explained, "After a thorough investigation, the Sheriff concluded that the only body not found in the car crash that killed three of the four members of the Tate family was their oldest daughter, Malia Tate."
"Despite the investigation not officially being reopened, the Sheriff found that the car crash might've been a murder instead of an accident. Later that day, Stilinski and McCall were found in a coyote den where they came across some of Malia Tate's belongings."
As he went on explaining how Stilinski supposedly solved his father's case, he made a point of glancing to each team members face- while each of them has made a comment once or twice, they all seemed quite intrigued by the teenager and his case.
Coulson knew that when he got to the next part in the file, their interest would only grow.
"On Halloween Night, the police found McCall, Stilinski, Martin, and Kira Yukimura in a power plant where Yukimura was supposedly kidnapped by William Barrow, who was found dead by electrocution at the scene."
"Two weeks later, Stilinski went missing from his bedroom, only for Raf to locate him in the same coyote den they claimed to have found Malia alive in. He was only missing for two hours, though he was rushed to the hospital in fear of getting hypothermia from the weather."
"The cause of his disappearance was sleep-walking, and the only reason they knew he was gone was due to the call he made to McCall in the middle of the night. After looking through different files on the Sheriff's Department hard drives, we were able to access the call."
When he had listened to the call himself, he felt a pang of sympathy for the fear that he could hear in the boy's voice, though it was later gone when he was informed on what Stilinski did only three days after.
"Hey man, what's up? Stiles?" Scott McCall's voice was heard smoothly through the speakers connected to the TV.
"Scott," There was a slight shudder in his voice.
"I'm here. What's up? Are you okay?"
"Scott, I don't...I don't know where I am." His voice was now borderline hysterical. "I don't know how I got here, I think I was sleepwalking."
"Okay, um, can you see anything?" McCall asked. "Just tell me what you see."
"Uh, it's dark." Stilinski heaved. "It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong w-"
A low buzzing sound indicated that the call was dropped. It was a couple minutes later when the calls began again.
"Stiles?"
"Scott, I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move."
"Where are you?"
"I don't know. I-I don't know." His voice cracked. "It's too dark. I can't see much and there's something wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something. And I...I think it's bleeding."
"How bad?" When he didn't get an answer, Scott continued. "Stiles, how bad is it? Stiles?" Again, there was no answer. "Can you hear me?"
A choking sound could be heard before he finally spoke up, "Ugh, there's some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal." He hiccuped. "My eyes are watering."
"Okay, listen. I'm calling your da-"
"No, no, no, no, no." This time, his voice really was hysterical. Coulson could've sworn he saw Tony flinch at the sound.
"But your dad-"
"Don't. Just please don't call him. Promise you won't!" Stilinski breaths were beginning to pick up. "Come find me. You can do it. He doesn't need to know. Scott, you can find me."
"I don't know if I can do this." There was no way of missing the crack in Scott's voice.
Stiles sniffled, "Oh, I gotta call you back." He sounded frantic this time, as of something was terribly wrong. "I have to turn the phone off."
"What, no! Hey, wait, St-"
"I'm gonna call you back."
Scott was quick to protest, "Hold on, Stiles wait! Hold on, man-"
The call was dropped once more, though this time, there was more time in between calls.
"Hey, Stiles!" Scott answered the phone quickly.
"Did you call him? Did you call my dad?"
"No, just Isaac-"
"Idiot." He could hear someone from the table say quietly.
"We're coming to find you, can you figure out where you are?" He questioned. "Try to find something and tell us where to look."
"Uh, it's a basement. I-I think I'm in some kind of basement."
"In a house?"
"No, it looks bigger." He denied. "Like industrial. I think there's a furnace. But it's cold, it's freezing down here." He paused as if something happened. When he spoke again, his tone was more hushed, "I gotta...I gotta turn the phone off. It's going to die."
"Wait, wait, wait! What else is there? What do you see?"
"The phone's dying." His voice became even quieter. "I gotta go."
"Wait, Stiles...why are you whispering?"
"Be-Because I think...I think someone's down here with me."
That was the end of the phone calls, though the last line was completely freaky. However, it was concluded that he was just dreaming, it was terrifying to hear such a thing.
"Wow, that was...unnerving." The Captain stated. "And you're saying that he was alone when he was found?"
"Completely," Coulson affirmed. "Now, it doesn't end there, unfortunately, because Stilinski vanished from the CT scan where he was tested positive for frontotemporal dementia-"
"Wait, so you're telling me that we have someone with a mental disease locked in an interrogation room?" Banner questioned warily.
"No, I'm not. Sheriff Stilinski found the scans to have been copies of his wife's. Somehow, his son must've hacked the systems because only seconds after the picture was shown, the power went out and he was gone."
"On the roof, they found a wire that was cut through, though when it began sparking, it fell off the roof and into the puddle of water on the ground that was created by the rain. It killed several people, as well as hospitalizing even more."
Finally, Coulson was beginning to get to the end of the debriefing, "He was missing for three days before he turned up in the basement of the high school, where Ethan and Aiden Lupin found a map of the cross country trail and a box of tools."
"Robert Finstock was later shot in the stomach with an arrow when the teenagers went to investigate. It didn't end there though, because only minutes after, they discovered bomb blueprints and another box of materials in the back of Stilinski's Jeep, leading the police to a supposed bomb wrapped in a gift box in a school bus."
"Luckily, Deputy Jordan Parrish was on the scene to try and defuse the bomb, but the only thing that was found was the Sheriff's nameplate. The real bomb, however, was located in the station. When it went off, it killed more than half the occupants. It was only three more days later when he was put into a mental institution called Eichen House."
Phil took a deep breath, ready to conclude the terribly long speech, "Stilinski was only there a day before they found him missing, once again, though this time, it apparently proved to be fatal. After a long search, they found Malia Tate and Oliver Johnson dead in the basement of the facility, though it was concluded that Johnson was to blame for the deaths. Tate died of an apparent surgery to her dead, which is said to have been done by Johnson, before he took his own life. Stilinski's blood was found on majority of the tools, though his body wasn't found with the other two, instead, it was found in a parking lot. However, he didn’t die the same way as Tate, if anything his cause of death was ruled unknown.
Phil sat back down, the monitor behind him clicking off, "That concludes our debriefing of Stilinski. Now, usually we wouldn’t be having you guys handling interrogations, however, we have ruled Stiles to be a very dangerous person so-”
“Hold on, what the fuck?” Tony cut him off. “You literally just told us that his body was found, with literally no context. You’re telling me this kid faked his own death?”
“That’s exactly what we’re telling you, the only question is how. But we won’t know until someone gets answers from this kid.” Nick intervened. “Which is why we decided who exactly is going to be doing that. Barton, you’re up.”
“This kid is smart,” Bruce concluded, flipping through the additional information in the folders. “Five-point-oh grade point average? That’s impressive.”
“He’s also missed a lot of school,” Steve pointed out.
“Well, I mean, I don’t think high school is very important to criminals, just saying.” Clint shrugged, standing up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a teenager to interrogate. Wish me luck.”
-
Well, this was happening. And it seems that God had completely abandoned this timeline.
Stiles was sitting in an uncomfortable metal chair that made his ass numb, his hands cuffed to the table, and he was forced to sit in silence with nothing but his own mind to keep him company. Live love life, amirite? Needless to say, Stiles was bored out of his mind. His gloves were still on his hands but his beanie was resting on the table, revealing the bird’s nest that was his hair.
He sat up straighter when the door to the room unlocked and pushed open. You can imagine his disappointment when two agents were revealed. “Oh my god!” He groaned, letting his head fall onto the table. They were only in here to make sure his hands were still handcuffed to the table. Two of them. Just for that.
"Thanks for the hospitality, fellas." He said sarcastically. Of course, they ignored him, exiting the room just as quickly as they came, though, they weren't his last visitor.
As soon as the door shut, it opened right back up, a man walking in who could only be identified as Hawkeye. He gave Stiles a look as he crossed around the table, taking his own seat at the end. "What? No good morning?" Stiles grinned, "Come on, show some emotion. I mean, I'd say it, but let's be real here, I'm not the one who was taken against my will."
"You incapacitated three agents with a baseball bat." Clint deadpanned.
"They shouldn't have tried to get in my way." He shrugged, thinking of the Egg McMuffin he never got to eat. Damn, he was hungry.
"Tell me, why exactly did you start running from them, if you're so sure they had no reason to follow you." Hawkeyes raised his eyebrows.
Stiles' lips twitched into a smirk as he clenched his gloved fists, "Tell me, why exactly were eight grown men following a minor in the middle of New York? That seems kind of illegal, like ‘Special Victims Unit’ illegal, ya know?”
He watched in satisfaction as Hawkeye's nostrils flared with annoyance, "Listen Stilinski-"
"Please, it's Stiles. Stilinski is my father." He tapped his fingers on the top of the metal table.
"I'm aware." He stated. "But the nickname sounds so ridiculous, I've decided not to use it."
"Wow, that’s rude.” Stiles frowned, but he wasn’t actually offended. “You know your name is Clint right? Ugh.”
Clint narrowed his eyes at the seventeen-year-old in front of him, "How do you know that?"
Stiles gave him an incredulous look, “Do I look stupid to you? I don’t care how fast S.H.I.E.L.D hid the files that were leaked after you all basically destroyed D.C, I still read them. And I have to say, I’m honored that one of Earth’s Mightiest Defenders deemed me worthy enough to be interrogated by them.” There was malice in his tone as he said the last part, his eyes never leaving Clint’s.
Hawkeye practically glared at him, "Listen kid, however much you know about the Avengers of S.H.I.E.L.D-"
"Don't forget Stark Industries, my friend helped me hack into that." Stiles added cheekily.
"Whatever you know about any of those things, it's not gonna help you here. Now, why don't you give us the answers we want, and we'll be done here?" He seethed, his annoyance by the kid filled to brim. Clint was starting to see why Coulson thought he was annoying.
"Start asking questions, and maybe I'll answer." Stiles said smugly, giving him a bored look.
"Why'd you send a bomb to your father's station?" He asked, figuring that if he brought up family, it'd get some kind of reaction.
"Ah, you see, that doesn’t ring a bell? You know why, because that wasn’t me.” Or it was him, but not...him. It’s complicated, really.
"Don't play dumb, we know that the blueprints for the bomb was found in the back of your car." Hawkeye said stiffly.
"One, it’s a Jeep, not a car. And his name is Roscoe so let’s still to the correct nouns, thank you.” He smarted off. “And even then, we both know that framing someone for a crime they didn’t do is highly plausible.”
"That's funny, considering that your prints were found on a lot of the so-called 'planted evidence'. You killed a lot of people, do you understand that?”
Stiles’ nose scrunched up. He knew exactly what happened that day, and he was torn. That was him, but he was under the influence of the Nogitsune. It wasn’t his fault....was it?
On the other side of the table, Clint was mentally smirking in satisfaction at the look on the teenager's face. Maybe now he'd get some real answers.
"I didn't kill anyone." Stiles' voice was sharp and angry.
"Give it up." Barton sneered back. "You killed those people, and we wanna know why."
"Oh, because you're someone to talk? You act like the Avengers are here to help, but do you know how many people were killed in New York? What about D.C?" Stiles glared, his tone icy. "And don’t try to tell me it was those aliens or whatever that killed people. You did too. So did Iron Man, and the Hulk, and every single one of you heroes!” He spat.
That seemed to be the final straw of Hawkeye, because the agent leaped forward, gathering Stiles' hoodie and shirt collar on his hands as he was face to face with him.
"Barton! Stand down!" A voice, that Stiles recognized as Captain America, was muffled, coming from the comlink in Clint's ear. "Stand down!"
“What are you gonna do?” He questioned, “Hit me? Go ahead.”
However, that really wasn’t what caught Clint’s attention. On the side of Stiles' head, there was a patch of hair that was shorter than the rest, growing around a semi-healing scar on the side of his head. But it wasn’t just the injury that made Clint hesitant, it was the fact that it was a literal hole in the side of the kid’s head.
“What the hell?”