Escape
Okay, in retrospect, he probably should have thought this out a little more. But in his defense, Stiles didn’t expect for the opportunity to present itself so early. And the moment that Steve had walked into the room, he realized that this timing was perfect. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, so having a super soldier as his chosen “victim” was about as good as he was going to get. However, it wasn’t until he was running down these unfamiliar corridors, that he realized that yeah, he had fucked up.
God had totally abandoned him in this time.
Loud sirens were blaring and red lights were flashing, and honestly, this was pretty damn good symbolism for the internal warfare going on inside him. His anxiety was through the roof at the moment, and he really believed that if he even stopped for a second to consider and weigh the consequences of what he just done, he’d probably have an anxiety attack.
Stiles wanted to see if he could find his bag, but the longer he listened to the alarms, the more he realized that his wants were no longer a priority. He needed to get out of here. A shriek of terror left his mouth when he turned the corner, his body coming into contact with a solid object that knocked him to the ground. He looked up, his breath hitching in throat as he gazed at the Iron Man suit in front of him.
He clumsily scrambled backward, pushing himself to his feet, his eyes flickering around to see if there was anything that could possibly help him out in this time. "What the hell man?!" He tried to stall, his nose flaring slightly as he felt overwhelmed. "Is it a hobby of yours to go around knocking unsuspecting teenagers to the ground?"
A snort sounded from the red and gold helmet, Iron Man taking one step closer and Stiles one step back. "Funny," Tony spoke, "Do you make it a hobby to shock super soldiers?"
"Only when needed actually." Stiles quickly retorted, his tone icy with sarcasm.
"Well, fun's over, kid. There's really no way you're getting out of here." Another step forward, another step backward.
Stiles rolled his eyes, "You see, I’ve never really been good at listening to people. I kind of make my own rules, I’m kind of quirky and relatable like that, ya know?” He tried to go and duck under the Iron Man suit, hoping he was quick enough. He wasn’t.
“Awe, that was cute.” Tony’s voice filtered out the mask, one of the red and gold hands gripping Stiles upper arm, the teenager struggling against the strength of the suit. “Was that really your plan?”
“Honestly, I don’t know, dude,” Stiles said, trying to twist his way out. “How about you let me go and we can try this again?”
“Ha, you’re funny.” Iron Man began to turn around, pulling Stiles with him. He couldn’t let this happen, he really, really, really needed to get the hell out of here.
“Let go!” He yelled, full on struggling. If anything, he resembled a child throwing a fit in the middle of the grocery store, but he wasn’t going to dwell on it. “Dude, seriously! I don’t want to hurt you, let me go!”
“It’s useless, kid,” Tony said. “Stop struggling, you’re only making it harder on yourself.”
Stiles took a few deep breaths, realizing what he had to do. “I’m really sorry about this.” He said. “But I don’t really have a choice,” He stopped struggling, twisting his body where he could put both his hands on the arm of the Iron Man armor, closing his heads and willing for there to be a way where he could use his powers to just disable the suit and not actually hurt the person inside.
He gasped as he felt his arm tingling, his eyes opening as he realized that he was stealing the power from the suit instead of his own overpowering it. It felt like time was slowing down as the eyes of the Iron Man suit dimmed. Stiles watched in surprise as he was able to pull his arm out with no problem, and he couldn't help the smug smile that came upon his face when he heard Tony's muffled shouts through the mask.
"Sorry, dude." He shrugged. "I'm out." He sarcastically threw up a peace sign as he bent down once again to grab his bat before continuing his expedition to find an exit. Stiles felt pride swell in his chest as realized his abilities weren't limited to only expelling electricity but as it seems, he could absorb it as well. He felt renewed adrenaline fill his bones as he sprinted down the hall, mentally running over the many possibilities of how he could use them to his advantage.
First, maybe he'd start with these goddamn sirens and these stupid lights.
He paused as he came down to the end of the corridor, rubbing his hands together, holding them in front of the wall. Now, the wall wasn't metal, but if he focused, maybe he could still draw the electricity from the whole building. "Okay," He breathed, whispering to himself. "Okay, I can do this. I can do this." He pressed his palms flat against the wall, closing his eyes as he focused on absorbing the electricity that kept S.H.I.E.L.D running.
It took a moment, but it wasn't long before Stiles felt like he was getting stronger, electricity filling his veins. He opened his eyes, slightly surprised as he found that the lights were now flickering only for them to go off, leaving Stiles in pure darkness. He pulled back from the wall, letting out a gleeful shout as he pumped his fist victoriously in the air. Stiles grinned brightly, feeling a sense of happiness for the first time in over a month. Now the only thing left for him to do was to get out of this god-forsaken place.
He hadn't realized it before, but by causing a blackout in the building, it made Stiles search for an exit much easier. A dull light signaled some type natural light, and Stiles ran towards it. He whistled, not caring if anyone could here, once he came into contact with a medium sized window. He peeked out of it, biting his lip in thought when he realized that he was on the second floor- if he wanted to go through the window, it'd be a slight drop to the ground.
“Oh my god, I’m really about to jump out a window.” He licked his lips, looking at the fall. It wouldn’t be that bad, but if anything went wrong, he could end up with a broken leg. “I’m really about to jump out the fucking window.” He nodded. “Alright.” He took a step back to give himself a running start, sprinting before he pretty much canon-balled out of the window.
Stiles landed on the hard ground, somersaulted forward a few times, but other than that, he was fine. He didn’t waste any time however, getting back onto his feet, running in the first direction he was going in. “Yes!” He whooped, feeling like he was on top of the world. “I fucking did it! Yes!”
-
Tony gasped in relief once the face mask was pulled away from the suit, the poor genius wiping away the sweat that gathered on his forehead. "Rhodey, thank God." He breathed as his best friend's face came into view. "That little shit is so gonna pay if he ruined my suit." He really hadn’t expected for things to go down the way they did, and he was even more shocked that the kid was able to incapacitate to Avengers with powers they didn’t even know he had.
He was finally freed from the heat of his confinement when Rhodey flipped the switches his suit held, the billionaire stumbling out of the suit. "Tell me you guys caught him."
"Yeah, about that..." Rhodey trailed off, "He jumped out a window."
"So he's dead? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Tony raised an eyebrow.
"No," Rhodes rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to tell you that he got away.There getting the power back on now, and I’m pretty sure S.H.I.E.L.D is out there looking for him.”
Tony looked perplexed, "What do you mean "getting the power back on"?" He questioned.
"He drained the building the same way he drained your suit, apparently it’s taking a lot of work to fix it." He explained. "Everyone's planning on suiting up," He smirked slightly as he scanned the frozen Iron Man suit. "But first we've got to figure out where he went."
"Obviously," Tony stated, "We're going to need to get access to traffic cams. How long has it been since he's got away?"
"Closer to thirty minutes.”
Tony rolled his eyes as he realized that he was stuck in his suit for the same amount of time. "And no one sent any cars out? He couldn't have gotten far, even if he was running."
"They did." The two began making their way back to the conference room. "It didn't take long before they realized that he cut through the woods. Plus, we were looking for you, so attention was divided."
"That's why no one's trying to follow him, we're gonna wait for him to get to the city, right?" He queried. "That's not a bad plan, actually." Tony realized all the possibilities they now had if Stiles made back into New York City, where there'd most likely be more ways to track his whereabouts.
Tony needed to get to a computer quick- he was now making it his personal mission to find this pain-in-the-ass teenager.
-
It's crazy how in one month, Stile can go from being out of breath by running for only five minutes to running continuously for thirty. It's a damn shame that he couldn't be showing it off in front of the lacrosse team.
Actually, no it wasn’t. Robert Finstock could kiss his ass.
Stiles shook his head, “Come on, focus.” He mumbled to himself, trying to keep his breathing even. He needed to get as far away as possible. That was his ultimate goal. If S.H.I.E.L.D found him again, and they now knew about his...electric...thing, who knows what they might do. So yeah, running = good.
Which was what led to his tattered shoes crunching against dead leaves as Stiles ran close to the tree line, hoping fitfully that the shade the trees provided would be enough to keep him somewhat out of sight. In all honesty, he had no idea where in the hell he was, but the rational part of his mind told him that if he followed the path of the road, he would make into the city at some point. Hopefully.
The (forced) car ride to the facility Stiles was brought into wasn't long, which meant that he was still in New York. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to tell what direction they were going, so he wasn't sure which way they left New York City. But he had to make it there at some point, right?
(Geography was never something he was interested in.)
Suddenly, Stiles felt like his chest was collapsing, shocking him just enough that he fell forward, erupting into a fit of coughs. “Oh my god,” He choked out, clutching his chest. Did he swallow a bug or was this just the universe telling him to go fuck himself?
It was only a little less than a minute that he was finally able to calm down, but he still felt like he was sort of dying still and that his chest would cave in at any moment. But it was fine, he was fine. Or at least, he had to tell himself that. He couldn’t let anything stop him from escaping, not even a temporary case of bronchitis.
-
“Priority one, finding Stilinski.” Nick Fury was standing in front of his team, minus Steve Rogers, who was still out of commission. “We’re not sure what exactly he can do, but we know it’s some kind of electrokinesis.”
“Honestly, this just gives even bigger reasoning to my theory about him being Hydra’s pawn, just saying.” Clint crossed his arms, a smug look on his face.
“Shut up,” Natasha kicked his chair, though she did seem to agree.
“Okay, so he’s not willingly apart of Hydra, but he’s their little science fair project,” Tony said, “That could explain some things.”
“Like what?”
“He kept apologizing, like before and after he messed with my suit. And then you heard what he said to Cap, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone.” He explained.
“So he’s a criminal with a conscience? That doesn’t really explain the whole mental hospital thing though.” Sam pointed out.
"Unless," Bruce corrected, "HYDRA infiltrated. When Steve took down those ships, he didn't take out every HYRDA agent. Oliver could've just as easily been the one who experimented on Stiles-”
“But Oliver died after, by his own hand. I don’t really think Hydra would allow that.”
“We don’t even know what exactly happened at that place the night Oliver died. If anything, how do we know that he wasn’t the one to kill Oliver?” Coulson questioned.
“I don’t think so,” Tony shook his head. “He’s pretty smart, I think he got out some other way.”
"Pretty smart?" Rhodey mocked him. "Tony, he hacked your company." Great, he loved that reminder.
“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes. “I only have 12% of the company, so technically-”
"Okay," Fury interrupted their bickering, "Assuming that he is one of HYDRA's, that makes even more of a reason to apprehend him. It's been two hours, I'm sending people in." He explained. "Once Captain Rogers is cleared, I want all units in."
It sounded simple if it only it actually was.