Me: This might seem to start abruptly, and it kinda does, but stick with it. Ask me any questions you have and I'll answer them happily. But hopefully this will be explained as it goes along, if it isn't just tell me and I'll explain or put it in another chapter.
Stiles: She is like, obsessed with Teen Wolf right now and crossovers.
Me: I am. I FOUND THIS PROMPT ON YOUTUBE SO ALL CREDIT FOR THIS IDEA GOES TO THEM. HOWEVER I AM TAKING MY OWN TWIST TO IT. Here's the link: watch?v=jHsRshGoZoY go check it out. It's not fully based off of that video, mostly just the idea of Tony and Steve adopting Stiles, but I might semi follow it. But I am leaning quite heavily on making Stiles Spiderman, my decision will probably show up in this chapter honestly.
Stiles: She just can't make up her mind.
Me: No I can't, anyways. Let's begin.
Disclaimer Here → I lie awake again, my bodies feeling paralysed, I can't remember when I didn't live through this disguise, the words you said to me. They couldn't set me free
3rd Person POV
When Tony first agreed to adopt Stiles, he thought it was going to be easier. But that didn't end up happening. Stiles was the son of his sister, the sister that his father managed to keep from the media. They kept in contact, John continuing to keep contact after she died, but eventually all communication cut off. Until recently that is. Someone found his phone number and called him, apparently he's Stiles new guardian. And that was when he found out what happened.
Beacon Hills had been a hot spot for weird events recently, he had known that. But then the Beacon Hills Massacre happened, there were only two survivors of the massacre, holding on by a thin thread. Those two were Liam Dunbar and Stiles Stilinski, everyone else involved had died. That included Stiles' dad. Stiles was severely injured when they found him, choking on his own blood and covered with gashes and bruises. His arm was broken in three places and blood in his eyes. Tony came as fast as he could, leaving the whole team behind confused. The only one he told anything too was Steve and even then it was the barest details.
Stiles was sharing a room with the other kid, a freshman in highschool, and apparently wouldn't calm if he wasn't in the same room with him. The sight of his nephew, who looked quite a bit like Claudia, laying still in bed tugged at his heart. Despite knowing who he was, Stiles didn't stray from watching Liam. There were quite a few injuries on the other kid, seeming just as fresh as they had been when it first happened. Liam was in a coma, one that even Tony wasn't sure he would come out of.
When Stiles was first released from the hospital and able to come home, despite not saying a word, he refused stubbornly to go anywhere without Liam. Tony didn't have the heart to say no, his nephew still covered in bandages and a blue cast, and eventually arranged all the necessary paperwork to take Liam into a private hospital. It was only then that Stiles came with him without a fight.
Now, once back home, Tony knew that it would be a long road with Stiles. Every night the kid woke up screaming, Steve going to make sure he didn't harm himself. Tony watched by the door, as Stiles clung to Steve screaming. Once he calmed down the kid would refuse to go back to sleep, usually going to visit Liam in the private hospital. And the only times he did fall asleep was when either Tony or Steve (and when did Steve learn Polish) spoke softly to him in Polish. But that usually ended up with Stiles waking up abruptly, having sleep paralysis, and screaming loudly once he broke out of it. On the occasional nights he slept all the way through, he was always extremely jumpy (and one memorable occasion actually beat up Clint, who refused to fight back, before breaking out of it and fleeing to Liam's hospital room (he didn't return until Tony sent Happy to go pick him up).
Tony hadn't enrolled him into school yet, knowing that the media wouldn't leave Stiles alone. But also because they didn't want what happened to Clint ("He has a nice right hook") happen to some kid at school. Currently he was doing online classes, but Tony knew that eventually they'd have to send him to school. Stiles hadn't started talking to them regularly yet, only occasionally asking one of them if they could take him to see Liam (Tony hated it when the kid just took off in a cab, so after the incident with Clint they had laid down the law that Stiles had to take one of them too see Liam). It was progress.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" Steve demanded, coming up behind him.
"Stiles," Tony replied, realizing that he had stopped paying attention to the suit and began working on it again.
"What about him?"
"How am I supposed to care for a severely traumatized teenage boy? I can barely care for myself!"
Steve snorted, sitting across from him on the workbench. With a huff, Tony began to work on the suit. The amused look on Steve's face irritated him, not that he would let Steve know that. All that would do was make the amused face more amused.
"Well, you don't have to do it alone for one. I'm pretty sure that I also signed my name on the adoption certificates. Second, you have a whole group of people helping you raise this kid. Just take it one day at a time Tony, there's already a significant improvement," Steve said.
"Just take it one day at a time," Tony mocked, pointing the wrench at him, "What parenting book did you read last night?"
"Tony."
"No I'm serious. I should read it sometime, probably sue the writer and then burn the book."
The exasperated look on Cap's face was so worth the fact he was probably sleeping on the couch tonight. Turning back to his work, Tony started tightening one of the bolts on his suit. He was so focused he didn't even notice when Steve came up behind him, kneeling down so close that his breath tickled his ear.
"When was the last time you took a shower?" Steve asked.
"Um…"
"Go take a shower, eat, and then grab a few blankets."
"Who's with Stiles?"
"Thor took him to go visit Liam with Banner."
Tony scrubbed his face, not arguing as Steve lightly pulled him out of his lab. Once upstairs he headed to the bathroom, breaking away from Steve. It's been a long day.
**********TWM**********
It was always there, lingering beneath the surface. The guilt. It never left him alone. However it was so much worse in his sleep. His brain fed on all the insecurities, the guilt, the memories of that night. And at night it became worse. The sight of Scott covered in blood, Lydia screaming her own death before falling to the ground limp, Hayden getting stabbed from behind, Mason getting shot in the forehead, Malia getting her throat slashed, and then Kira getting mauled to death. And then what happened to Liam, he had been injected with a mix of wolfsbane and mountain ash. Stiles barely managed to save his life, managing to flush enough out of his system to keep him from dying, but there was enough in there for him to be stuck in a coma. Not to mention all the other injuries that he had. But that was when he was attacked next, they ignored Liam and went after him. They beat him to the verge of Death. Though his pack wasn't the only ones killed, he knew it was his fault.
But now, the sight of Liam lying pale and practically dead on the hospital bed, he couldn't help but feel worse. Would it have been better for the young beta to have died there? Rather than being stuck in a coma for possibly the rest of his life. Scrubbing the tears off of his face, Stiles was silently glad that Thor and Mr. Banner hadn't come in with him.
"H-hey Liam," Stiles' voice was hoarse, as he hadn't been talking much to anyone "God I'm so sorry. I couldn't save anyone. You guys got caught in the crossfire, they were after me not you. I'm so sorry. Just, hold on okay? I'm gonna make sure you're okay Liam. You're all I have left. Derek… he's still alive. But I'm not going to bring him into this. I know you probably think I should, but he's safer away from here. Both him and Braeden are. I shouldn't have brought you, but you have no one else… I'm so sorry Liam. I'm so sorry…"
Stiles bobbed his leg, hands clasped under his chin with the elbows on Liam's hospital bed. Tears were flowing freely down his face, lip wobbling as he held in the sobs. Moving his head, wiping the tears with his sleeve, before looking back at Liam's pale form. There had to be something he could do. He could manipulate mountain ash, but he felt it too risky. While he had managed to get the wolfsbane out, much like he did with Derek so many years ago, but the mountain ash was still in his system.
"I don't know what to do to help you. Manipulating the mountain ash is too risky, not that I can ask Deaton anymore. Google is practically useless in this scenario," Stiles was basically rambling now, "And asking Derek would just bring him back in. And I can't do that to him. I can't."
Stiles rubbed the bite on the back of his neck. It had been given to him during the massacre, some spider thing bit him. Ever since then his spark, as Deaton called it, had been lashing out a bit. But now it seemed to have settled down, if changed. Wrinkling his nose, Stiles looked at Liam again.
"Come on Dunbar, you're a werewolf for Pete's sake. Wake up," Stiles whispered.
For a few more minutes, Stiles sat there. Watching the steady rise and fall of Liam's chest. Was it really him being selfish, not wanting to bring Derek in. But if Derek could save Liam's life… would it still be selfish. But Liam was okay, just in a coma. But was that really a life? Stiles rubbed at his face again, pulling out his phone and scrolling down the contacts. He hesitated at the sight of Derek's name, near the top. For a second he hovered over it, leg bouncing with anxiety. He considered it, before turning his face and clicking the button. Immediately the calling screen popped up. Again he hesitated before hitting the end call button. No, he wasn't going to bring Derek into this.
"You ready to go?" Mr. Banner asked, "Steve called asking us to bring back takeout for dinner, something about Clint shooting the stove."
Silently Stiles nodded, glancing back at Liam once more. Lightly brushing his fingers against Liam's hand, reminding the werewolf that he was here, Stiles walked out of the room. He heard something, twitching his head and looking around. It sounded almost like, the buzz of a fly. But that was ridiculous, there wasn't a fly around him. Taking a shaky breath, Stiles followed Mr. Banner and Thor to the car. Once outside, Stiles flinched backwards. The noises of New York was never going to become background noise to him like the others promised.
"Don't forget Dr. Banner, we must pick up the young witch," Thor reminded Mr. Banner.
"Her name is Wanda, Thor and she's our first stop," Mr. Banner replied.
It had taken Stiles a while to get used to Wanda. But now they were okay friends. Her powers kinda scared him a bit at first, after all she could practically kill someone with a thought, but soon he realized she was actually really sweet. She had also lost someone, her older brother, but she was recovering slowly. And besides, she didn't push him to speak as much as the others.
"Get in," Mr. Banner called.
Stiles started, not realizing that they had already gotten to the Library where Wanda spent most of her time. The older girl forced Stiles to scoot over, which he did without argument, before buckling in. Unlike most people, Stiles found the silence comforting rather than awkward. Silence meant that he could hear if someone was after him. Too loud and he wouldn't be able to protect the people he loved.
"What should we grab to eat?" Mr. Banner asked.
Now the silence felt awkward, thanks for that. Starting to twitch, his breath becoming shallower. Thankfully Wanda saved him, answering the question so that he didn't have too. Lightly squeezing her hand in thanks, Stiles relaxed.
"I don't think I've had Chinese yet," Wanda said.
"Chinese it is then," Mr. Banner replied, his eyes flicking towards Stiles.
Shrinking in on himself, Stiles prepared himself for an awkward car ride.
**********TWM**********
It turned out that Clint actually had shot the stove, why was the current mystery for Stiles. But currently he was full, the Chinese in New York was certainly better than the one in Beacon Hills, and content. Well, mostly content. He was still thinking of ways he could get the mountain ash out of Liam's body, wondering exactly how he could do it safely. Then his phone buzzed in his pocket. Brow furrowing, as the only people currently alive that had his phone number was in the room with him or so far away that they wouldn't consider calling him (example: Jackson and Isaac). Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Stiles paled slightly at the name. Why was Derek calling him.
"You okay kiddo?" Steve asked, sitting up.
Numbly Stiles nodded, hitting decline on his phone. Before he could put it back in his pocket his phone started to buzz again, Derek's grumpy faced picture with the name Sourwolf underneath him reappearing. Again he hit decline, a few seconds later a text showed up.
From Sourwolf:
Goddammit Stiles, answer your phone.
A few seconds after the text popped up, his phone started buzzing again. Before anyone else could question him, as he could clearly see one of them was going to do, Stiles fled the room. Now safely in his little safe haven, a random room he discovered that no one had claimed so Stiles had moved some old furniture in here and called it his safe haven (even though he was pretty sure everyone knew about it), Stiles glanced reproachfully at his phone. Another text was there.
From Sourwolf:
Stiles, answer your phone.
As though the werewolf could tell he had read the text, he called again. Biting his lip and looking away, Stiles finally answered the call. For a while he didn't say anything, just breathing into the phone.
~Stiles?~ Derek's voice filtered through the phone.
His breathing was getting shakier. He felt like crying now, just hearing someone that used to be pack with him's voice was breaking down his walls. Frantically scrubbing at the tears now streaming down his face, Stiles took a shaky breath.
"Derek," Stiles' voice cracked.
~I just got the news of what happened in Beacon Hills… I'm sorry Stiles.~
"It was my fault," Stiles whispered, "They shouldn't have died because of me."
~Stiles…~ Derek sounded exasperated even over the phone ~It wasn't your fault~
"It was, they were after Void…"
~That's not your fault. Chris should have done something about it~
"He tried. They killed him."
Sinking down onto the ground, despite a perfectly good chair sitting right next to me, Stiles drew his knees to his chest and leaned against the big stuffed arm chair. Tears were flowing freely down as he remembered Chris locking them in a room, trying to convince the hunters that Void had been taken care of. They had shot Chris point blank in the forehead, Scott having to forcefully drag Stiles away. That memory would forever be seared into his brain.
~The article said Liam and you were the only survivors. How's Liam doing?~ Derek asked.
"He's in a coma. They went for t-the p-pain-painful route. H-he was injected with mo-mountain a-ash and wol-wolfsbane. I got th-the wolfsbane o-out but th-the mountain a-ash is still i-in him," Stiles' voice was shaking so badly he was unsure if Derek could understand him.
~The hospital can't do anything?~ Derek asked.
Stiles shook his head before remembering that Derek couldn't see him, "N-No… Derek I-I don't k-know wha-what to do," Stiles admitted.
~Where are you?~ Derek demanded.
"N-No. D-don't get involved."
~You're pack Stiles. Now tell me or I'm getting Braeden to track you down~
Silently weighing the options, trying to calm down enough to answer, Stiles rubbed the bite on his neck. Eventually he decided to go the easier route, knowing that Derek would have Braeden track him down. It would be better to meet with Derek somewhere rather than to have him appear at the tower. Not only would Steve and Tony attack Derek, but Derek would probably break into the tower to get to Stiles. Stupid Sourwolf and his stupid Sourwolf friends.
"N-New York," Stiles admitted.
~Alright, you know the cafe across the street from Oscorp? Meet me there tomorrow at six~
"You already had Braeden track me down didn't you?"
~You weren't answering your phone idiot~
Stiles sniffed once, wiping underneath his nose as he held back laughter. It was nice to talk to Derek again, even if it practically made him have a mental breakdown.
~Bye Stiles~
"See you tomorrow Sourwolf," Stiles whispered.
Now, to escape from the tower to meet Derek, easy. Not.
Me: Hope you liked it. I have decided Stiles is Spiderman, but not in the same way as the comics. Basically one of the hunters had the radioactive spider that bit Peter Parker in the movies, but it escaped during the massacre and bit Stiles (being the only human (Mason is technically a Chimera in my books so not human) there that had the capability of surviving the bite). His spark originally rebelled against the bite, which is why he is only showing symptoms a week or so after being bit, before accepting it and integrating the bite into his system. But, because of his spark, some things will be different in how it affects him. No, Stiles will not turn into an actual spider as mostly likely one of the Avengers will kill him on accident.
Stiles: Cool, I'm spiderman now.
Me: You're also basically a selective traumatic mute.
Derek: You just can't accept I left can you?
Me: No. Also, as I want to integrate you guys into this, if I put Stiles into school is there anyone you guys want him to be friends with (I'm not planning to make Stiles friends with Peter Parker but I will if you guys really really really want me too) or should I just make OC's. REMINDER I HAVE ONLY SEEN THE AMAZING SPIDERMAN MOVIES AND CIVIL WAR!
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