Stiles didn't know where Mr Hogan was taking him and he didn't actually care as long as the journey ended with Tony. He couldn't find his Dad. He couldn't even hear his Dad's familiar heartbeat. He'd lost his father in the panic stricken murderous chaotic insanity that had blanketed New York from the skies.

"I need you to listen to me Stiles. I need you to stay here. I need you to stay safe while I find out what the hell is going on. Don't move kiddo I will be right back"

His father's words echoed in his head and the image of his father darting away towards the beleaguered New York cops was front and centre in his brain. Why had he listened, why hadn't he gone with him? But Stiles had responded to that tone of voice.
Stiles would argue until he lost the breath in his body if he thought he was right and sometimes even if he knew he wasn't but not with that tone of voice from his Dad.

He needed Tony. He needed to see, hear, smell and feel that the stupid, stupid, stupid heroic genius was okay. He needed to see that Tony was alive even if he had been talking to him less than twenty minutes ago and he needed Tony to help him find his Dad. He knew Tony would be as invested in finding his father as Stiles was.

Stiles was going out of his freaking mind worrying about the pair of them. He was so going to make them both suffer for this. They would both be eating Tofu until the end of freaking time. Plain tofu at that. No flavouring for them. No Sir.

Stiles needed his Step father's sentinel senses because right now he couldn't trust his own, he was too wound up, and he couldn't control them properly.

He needed Tony to help reset them because his Dad was nowhere to be found. He needed Tony's resources because he had lost his father in that insane chaotic nightmare of invading psycho aliens and collapsing buildings and he couldn't freaking find him.
His world had literally crumbled around him and the intense roaring sound of the surreal battle had made him lose contact with his father's heartbeat.

Stiles couldn't bear it. Oh God, he couldn't find him. He couldn't find him. He couldn't feel him. He couldn't hear him or scent him or…
Shit, shit he had to calm down or Happy would take him straight to medical like he had threatened after one look at Stiles's extra pale face and wide eyes.

The encroaching emptiness in his chest was replacing the warmth of his father's guide presence. No he refused to acknowledge it or it would begin the chain reaction to another panic attack.

For one horrible moment he could have sworn his Dad had deliberately closed off the family bond between them but his Dad wouldn't do that. His Dad would never do that. Even when things had been at their worst between them when Stiles had been lying through his teeth to protect his Dad, after Stiles had found out about the wannabe hell mouth supernatural shit show that Beacon Hills had become, his Dad had never done that.
He was sure that sometimes that bond between them was the only thing that kept Stiles sane until the Sentinel and Guide Cavalry came riding to his rescue.

How in the name of anything had it all gone so wrong?

They were supposed to be here to stay with Tony for some stupid reason that was probably all about the Sex. Not that he knew the real reason because his Dad refused to tell him. Then just as Stiles had decided to stop worrying about the reason behind it and actually enjoy his first ever trip to New York, Kerpow holy alien invasion Batman, didn't see that sucker punch coming, which was why it was called a sucker punch right.

It was as if one of his more mediocre video games had come to life right in front of them. That shit was just too unrealistic to be real.
Jesus if a games designer had come up with enemy forces like that, the idiot would have been sacked and made to take an office job whilst wearing a suit.

But despite their unrealistic appearance. What? Ugly reptile two legged psycho dudes and their surreal flying machines and that freaking scaled mega enormous whale thing? Badly drawn but somehow so freaking scary that Deucalion and Peter Hale were freaking Disney Princes compared to them. Best thing ever was that whale thing being handed its own ass by that big green roaring Dude, the Hulk which was freaking awesome by the way, although totally the level of frightening that included bowel emptying.

And then the icing on his goddamn freakfest cake, Tony! His Tony ends up in the worst Boss fight ever with a freaking nuclear weapon strapped to his tin can back and flies off into Space on what could only have been a one way trip, the bastard. I

f Stiles could find the jolly green giant he would freaking kiss him for that amazing catch and saving his Step Dad. After he kicked Tony's ass of course. What the actual mind altering scary bad science-fictiony hell?

God, his Dad, he couldn't sense him at all. Just the thought was nearly sending him back into that spiralling horrific panic attack. The feeling of a constricted throat, his lungs being crushed by an immense weight whilst his heart tried to drum beat its way out of his chest was hovering on the edge of his consciousness like one of those damn alien flying machines.

He could just about make his eyes focus again and that god awful floaty light-headedness had fled but it had left behind a draining physical and emotional exhaustion with intermittent uncontrollable tremors. He felt like shit. Total and complete shit and he was scared to death.

Where was his Dad? Tony had nearly died. Where was his Dad? Tony had nearly died. Fuck his mind was stuck in a loop. He needed to see Tony. He had to deal with this. They had to come up with a plan. He didn't have time to lose his shit like a whiny teenager. He wasn't going to cry. He wasn't. He wasn't. He wasn't. He wasn't.

Stiles ignored the tell-tale wetness sliding down his cheeks. Happy patted his shoulder awkwardly but didn't break the silence.
He had lost his Dad in that chaos. Some Sentinel he was. He had lost his Dad. They had to find him. Tony would find him.

He needed Tony.

Tony knew that the Black Widow was watching him intently whilst he was still giving Merida plus dick the evil eye. He was just itching to smack him when JARVIS spoke once again over the open comm. "Sir, Mr Hogan is bringing young Master Stiles directly to you"

Tony was shocked enough to take his gaze away from the uncomfortable gradually paling archer. He growled
"What the hell Jay, he needs medical attention, what does Happy think he's doing? I will cut off his access to Downton Abbey, you tell him that."

The AI continued calmly as if Tony's protests hadn't registered in the slightest.

"I believe Sir, that young Master Stiles has not given Mr Hogan the option. He has undoubtedly learnt the noble art of professional medical avoidance at your knee. Perhaps Sir if he had a better role model you would not be complaining now. Young children do tend to imitate their parents do they not? "

It was Steve's snorting laughter that broke the stunned silence. He couldn't take his eyes away from Stark's gobsmacked face. "I get that reference" he muttered and earned himself the Stark stink eye but thankfully, the guy was more concerned with scolding his invisible butler than focussing on him.

"Jay, I swear to Einstein, you are heading for the local elementary school, and you can count the glitter particles in their glitter sticks. I won't even donate you to Community college to open their automatic doors now." Stark snarled but there was an amused twinkle in his eyes.

"Thank you Sir, a nice familiar environment for a well-earned retirement" the AI smoothly snarked back. This time it wasn't only the Captain who was openly showing amusement at the AI's words.

Before Stark could really let rip, he heard the familiar jackrabbit heartbeat, accompanied by hitching sobbing breaths and then he suddenly had an armful of teenage boy. A teenage boy who was shaking like the proverbial leaf in the wind.
The sharp acrid tang of the kid's tears hit Tony's nostrils although he couldn't damn well see them with the boy's head buried in Tony's neck.

He could see Legolassface just opening his mouth and the glare he directed at the Archer slightly dimmed the smirk but it was the pointed elbow to his leather clad gut from the ever polite Soldier boy that made the idiot activate whatever brain cell Loki had left in there and return to his food so that his big mouth was used in a much safer way.
Tony didn't want to hear any stupid comments when his kid was in this state. He would grab the avian eyed fool, damaged armour or not and drop his smirking sarcastic brainwashed ass in the Hudson if he upset Stiles any more.

"I lost him Tony, I lost him" the kid whispered in despair. "I don't know where he is"

Tony had been concentrating his concern on the kid. He refused to think about the gaping emptiness in his chest replacing the bond with his Guide. Tony had tried to block the empathic pathways which would cause John to feel his pain and possible death as he headed off to Space with the nuke towards the Alien Armada.

He refused to consider that the blackout whilst he had descended back to earth, when he knew his heart had actually stopped, had torn the bond asunder. He would find John and fix this. He could fix anything. He would fix this. He was Tony fucking Stark and he would fix this.

He refused to acknowledge that he had seen neither Perro nor Pies since his return from his free-fall. Those mangy mutts had better be looking out for his guide right now or he would find a way to make them sorry. Even if he had to deal with that metaphysical spiritual bullshit that Sandburg kept on trying to ram down his throat every time they crossed paths.

Sandburg. Well shit. Had becoming space debris scramble his brains or what?

"Jay, get me Blair Sandburg on the line. I need to speak to him like yesterday"

John stared at the descending flying murderous aliens in absolute disbelief. What the actual hell? He tried to get hold of Jarvis on the stark phone Tony insisted he carried but there was no response. He just goddamn knew his husband was going to be right in the middle of all this shit.

Two seconds later he heard the familiar whine of the repulsors and a red and gold figure streaked through the air skimming the high rise buildings by the skin of his god damn excellent teeth and followed by some monstrous scally half whale half flying machine with a gaping maw.

From his mouth to God's ear, if that that thing didn't flatten Iron Man, Sheriff John Stilinski would be charged with the premeditated murder of his husband and he would god damn get away with it. What sane person would judge a guide when his insane sentinel was insane and playing tag with homicidal ugly assed aliens? How the fuck was this his life?

Stiles' wordless horrified meep from besides him had his professional demeanour kick in. Whatever life choices his stupid irresponsible Sentinel was making right now, would be dealt with later.
He had to make sure his kid was safe then offer help to the outnumbered out gunned Local Enforcement Officers. There were civilians in the middle of this nightmare, not least his son.
Stiles' senses must be going haywire. He had to get him sorted and safe until he could get him to Stark tower. Why the hell wasn't Jarvis answering him?

John ruthlessly shoved calm at his baby Sentinel son until his eyes were faintly hazy. He had him set up in the safest place he could find, and reluctantly left him with the instructions to run if the area was compromised after he had made him promise not to move or follow him.
But damn it he would be back before the unearthly bastards got anywhere near his son. He left the Stark phone with Stiles with instructions to keep ringing until he got an answer, pulled his badge free and after one kiss to his kid's forehead took off at a run to get to the line of LEOs.

John was tempted, so fucking tempted to send his rage and fear down the bond link but he couldn't afford to distract his sentinel now. That didn't mean once the madman was safe that he was going to get away with this shit, it just meant that John was biding his time to kick his stupid suicidal sentinel's ass.

The Locals were desperately grateful for any help, and one even handed him his spare gun. No one was too concerned about following procedure while they dealt with the death raining down from on high.

John stared open mouthed as he watched that red head Shield agent leap from one flying vehicle to another as she headed to Stark Tower, and the enormous glowing blue flickering circle of light that looked like the Stargate from that Sci Fi series Claudia used to watch with Stiles. He knew it. He knew that bloody SHIELD was at the bottom of this. There was going to be hell to pay if anything happened to his Sentinel or his son because of those shady underhanded bastards and this attack from outer space nonsense.

John knew Tony had dulled their bond. Fuck that asshole was racking up the offences he was going to answer for. He was his husband. Where the hell did he get off of making unilateral decisions for the pair of them at their age? John didn't care if Tony was an Alpha Sentinel. He managed to deal with his other Sentinel urges just fine.

The overwhelming nasty feeling of cold avaricious determination leaking from those ugly sons of bitches as they bombarded New York stopped him from recognising the way their bond had been closed for precious seconds. He raised his head by instinct and saw Tony's suit head towards the enormous hole in the sky that the Aliens were pouring through. He went to his knees as his heart nearly stopped when he saw the nuclear weapon Tony was carrying. "Tony, no, that's a one way trip" the words unknowingly echoed those of Captain America.

The mournful howl of his spirit animal echoed in the empty void of his soul as Guide John Stilinski felt the Sentinel Guide bond break when his Sentinel disappeared through the portal.

His Sentinel was dead.


No infringement intended. Next chapter will be the ass kicking that inspired this timestamp. Although now it will officially have more chapters than Walls of Jericho !

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