When they reunited sometime later in what could only be a fucking entertainment room larger than his flat (!), Stiles hadn't come down from his bliss. He was in the home of real life super heroes! Like, better than Batman as they were REAL! And he might have lived with werewolves, still live with it, to be honest, but super heroes were just that much more.

His interview with Coulson had only ended with some signature for silence on the event, not even restraining him to talk about it, just about what they were against, specifically. He so was calling Derek later! He was in Stark tower! To say it was a dream come true was a euphemism. After all, it was not like he chose to come in New York partly because of it (it was) or that he included the tower on his jogging path (he totally did).

His little fanboying seemed to greatly amused Hawkeye, who gave him the grand tour. The guy was easily the best actor Stiles ever saw. His emotions and facials expression were so distinct that it could have come from two different people. When Coulson had his feelings like muted to keep his face emotionless, Hawkeye had like a set of emotion for each part of himself. But in the Tower, he was whole, as it seems. Here, contrary to when he was on the site earlier, he was expressing what he was feeling or at least, as much as anyone do.

When reuniting with Steve, Stiles was immediately pull on the side and interrogated by a very worried super soldier. Reassuring him, they migrated to the seats there and were laughing at each other but mostly at Stiles' awe of the tower. Hawkeye too great pleasure to rapport every little comment Stiles made during the visit, causing the man to share the story the archer told him about getting in the vents. Snarking back and forth, they didn't see the time pass until Coulson came fetching Hawkeye for some appointment. Grimacing at the prospect, he stood up and presented his hand to Stiles.

"So, it was nice to meet you. Come back anytime. And please, call me Clint cause Hawkeye make me think of the battlefield."

Flustered, Stiles took the proffered hand and shook it.

"Likewise. And call me Stiles, cause that's my name."

Hawkeye – Clint – laughed and shook his head as he walked away, throwing a "no promise" as he took the elevator.

Steve snorted before stretching from his sitting position.

"Want to eat something? I'm starving!"

"Yes, why not?"

They went to the kitchen of Steve's flat ("make yourself at home. And yes, you might touch the Shield") where they did sandwiches before going to the living room, eating watching some talk show that was on. After appeasing the hunger and taking a cup of coffee, Steve began the conversation they were both waiting for.

"So, how do you feel?"

"Better. You?"

"Same. Thanks to you, again."

At that, Stiles made a hand gesture conveying at the same time "don't think about it", "you're welcome" and "it was nothing" before asking:

"So, I suppose you talked to your team, seeing the pick of anxiety you had for the last month?"

Steve fiddled in his seat.

"I… yes. I thought about what you said and decided that I wanted them in the known and that you were right. They had the right to know me as much as I know them. Turned out they mostly figured it out by themselves but thought I wanted some space. Which I saw as a barrier blocking me from talking to them about it."

Stiles smiled at that.

"That's great! So, what happened today?"

"Not enough sleep, a fight with Stark just before the attack and a pushing handler putting pressure on me. But you came, so it all finished well. I think that Coulson will be our only handler now. He was so furious that he threatened to quit if anybody was to take this place ever again. I never saw him this angry. Except maybe the time where Clint and Natasha went missing and left behind on a mission. He went to retrieve them himself, injured and would have took them out alone if they didn't saved themselves first. Like always."

At that Stiles erupt in laughter before gasping for breath.

"I knew he wasn't just a paper pusher! He has this thing on him saying that he is competent as hell but prefer to show it on the last resort! Like Superman!"

It was Steve turn to laugh.

"I'm sure he will be honored to hear about that but I'm not sure you wish to know what the other might say about that. So much room for teasing!"

"Well, I think I embarrassed myself enough today to last a lifetime of teasing alone, so tell him if you want. It can't be worse!"

After the laugher died down Steve looked Stiles in the eye and asked seriously:

"So, are we ever gonna talk about your abilities and your own story or are we pretending nothing happened and all is right in the world?"

Stiles moved and made a ball of himself on the couch, putting his knees under his head.

"What do you want to know?"

"Your gift, how does it work?"

"Well, I can sense the emotions, feelings, of the people around me. And when it's people I have a connection with, let's say my dad for example, I have their emotion so strong they can overwhelmed me. But it's not unbearable before I have four or more people I'm connected with around. Let me tell you that going back to my town is hell. I know everybody there…."

"I can imagine. So, isn't it hard to live in the city where there is so many people?"

"No, on the contrary. Here, I'm anonymous. I only had Derek who was living with me and my dad occasionally that I was feeling this connected with. And I can totally managed that."

"Okay, then how come you always are here when I need you and can so clearly sense my emotions?"

"I don't know. I was not feeling well before meeting you but I attributed it to Derek going back to Beacon Hills was I was staying here. But then I just had those feelings that guided me to you. And it just continued from there."

"So what? Your power evolved?"

"I think that it was more like when you just click with someone even though you never met them before but you just feel like you know them. Except that those impressions took place before the actual meeting."

"Well, I won't complain. It was a miracle that we met that day." Steve smiled. "You just appeared when I needed you the most. And when you needed a friend I think."

"Exactly! So tell me… Living here… Do you have the cable? There is this game tonight that I want to watch but I don't have it so…"

"Game?"

"Yep, baseball."

"I'm on. And yes I have it."

They ended the day watching the game and some ski that was on after that before getting take out and falling asleep on the couch while Once Upon a Time was playing.