As soon as Derek passed the elevator's door Stiles is pulled in his embrace, his nose on his throat and hand roaming around his body.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt? What happened? ..."
"Dude! I'm good! Sorry for the scare, I just didn't thought of what you could sense when I was panicking, what with the distance and all…"
"Okay, but don't do this again without calling after, please! I don't want you to shield me but to tell me afterwards that you are alright, understand?"
"Yes, dad!"
"Stiles…"
"I promise."
"Good."
They let go of each other and step inside the pent house where Steve had dragged Tony when they saw the reunion. Tony seemed minutes from exploding of curiosity and Steve seemed… closed off?
"Guys, this is Derek Hale, my bother or as close as it could be. Der, this is Tony and Steve, whom I have talk to you about."
They share some nods of acknowledgement before Derek pushed on.
"Nice to meet you all. So, Stiles, what the fuck happened?"
They took their seats on the sofa while Steve went looking for a new cup of coffee.
"Well, I think that you felt my panic attack."
"Well, that much was obvious! But I want to know how? And why did you have it? And how did you pull out of it?"
Steve came back with them and took a seat on the table, near Stiles, as if he was here if he needed anything. It was a nice gesture, which didn't pass unobserved if the look on Derek face told anything. But before Stiles could answer anything Tony took the lead.
"The real question is WHAT ARE YOU? For god's sake, you grew fangs and claws and why am I the only one freaking out?"
Derek threw him a look and raised an eyebrow before letting his fang be seen.
Steve huffed and stated:
"Derek is a werewolf. What else do you think?"
"What? What… How… Where… What?"
Derek turned his eyebrow at Stiles who held his hands up, placating.
"I met some werewolf in France, during the war. Best support we have ever encountered. Ask Bucky for the story, you'll see. Now, I don't think that your curiosity is the main point of this reunion, so, if you could… I don't know…. Shut up for some time, it could be great."
Tony stood at his place, mouth open while Steve motioned for the other to continue. Stiles shook himself and continue.
"Hmm… So first things first, I suppose that I projected my panic, except that with the pack bond and you being my alpha, you know… you took it hard. Like if you had my abilities? Sorry about that. But it wasn't anything planned… Just an accident? Yeah… and…"
"Stiles. Breathe."
"Okay. Okay. I can do it."
Derek gave him his cup of coffee which served the double purpose of occupying his hand and mouth while he fixed his gaze on Steve.
"What happened?"
Steve held his look.
"We were in battle and I panicked. He came, punched the guy who was harassing me via my com, set me straight and returned out. Where he had his panic attack."
Derek nodded and shout Stiles a look. Stiles looked at them both and took a rapid sip, occupying himself. Derek huffed and Stiles sighed.
"What? I couldn't let him alone like that… And I know we agreed for me not to play hero but this wasn't a hero's act, just a human one. I never put myself in danger. Promise. And you know I am not lying…"
An eyebrow rose.
"Okay, I might have cross path with one of the… opponent but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle…;"
Steve rose from his position.
"What? When? You didn't tell me!"
"Because it wasn't important. It was done when I reached you and, honestly, it isn't anything I couldn't handle. I faced worse."
"It's not helping, kid…" Seems like Tony got pass his surprise. "How did you managed it?"
"Well, I may or may had a bat in my hand?"
At that, a very familiar growl is heard.
"Stiles… why would you have your bat if you weren't thinking you could have a use of it?"
"It wasn't mine! I found it on the street. Must have been from some kid… It broke. So not like mine!"
"Stiles…" sighed Derek. "Okay. I won't discuss this. Better you be armed than not. But… please, be cautious. It's not something you can do without help. You need people at your back when you fight, and you know it!"
"Yes, I know. Sorry to bother you." Stiles replied, sensing Derek worry and pride. Derek nodded and smiled, the smile he reserved for those moment between them, when he is proud of his pack mate or simply happy, like when he sees Stiles with Amita.
"Speaking of having people's back… the kid really helped yesterday and I know that Coulson will be really happy if he accepted to take a consultant lace on this team… you know, in case we need him…"
"Tony, no." Steve growled.
"Tony, yes", replied Stiles. "As I am my own person, I can say that I would like to talk to Coulson about it if he really is interested in me. But for the moment… could we take Derek on a tour of the tower? Maybe we could cross path with doctor Banner and…"
"Kid…. Not genetic, engineering! When you'll see my workshop, you'll be convinced. I swear, kids this day…"
"I'm not a kid, old man. And As I didn't saw your magic place, I…"
Steve and Derek exchanged a look and in there was the same feelings: resignation and affection, worry and patience. In this look, they found common ground. They would try to dissuade Stiles and end up supporting him in his decision then they failed at changing his mind.
" Well, captain Kirk and Jacob, you coming or what?"
