Me: Wow, I must have nothing to do or really love you guys. Not telling you which one though ;).

Stiles: *cough*nothingtodo*cough*

Me: Shut up Stiles.

Disclaimer Here → And you're slowly shaking finger tips show that you're scared like me so, let's pretend we're alone and I know you may be scared and I know we're unprepared, but I don't care

3rd Person POV

Legs bouncing, hands shaking clasped together underneath his chin, Stiles refused to look at them. Eyes scanned the ground around him, noticing each little imperfection. It was even worse that they didn't seem angry, only concern and care. Maybe a bit of worry in there. His hands shook more and he forced himself to calm. Steve leaned forward a little, just enough that it caught Stiles' attention. His eyes flicked towards Steve's face.

"What's going on?" Steve asked.

Tony leaned forward as well, eyes searching Stiles' for some sort of… anything really. An explanation, a reason. What was going on to be honest. But Stiles was scared. Scared of how they'd react, what they'll do. They could throw him out, put him in jail. It wouldn't be difficult. Ten of them against him, not exactly fair odds.

Being completely silent, not even bothering to say anything (what was there to say?) Stiles pulled his shirt to the side. The spider bite was only a scar now, but still obviously a spider bite. His eyes stayed trained on the ground, even as Tony and Steve's eyes flicked towards the bite on his shoulder. Flinching when one of their fingertips, rough and calloused, brushed the bite. It's not that it hurt, he just wasn't expecting them to touch the bite.

"Stiles," Tony breathed out, "How?"

The words were forced out, "T-the last day o-of the ma-massacre it was on-only me and m-my fr-friends left. The H-hunters were a-after us. The-they cornered us. A spider, sp-special spider, cra-crawled on me af-after the oth-ers died. I-t bit me…"

"And now you have these, abilities?" Steve asked.

Stiles made a so-so gesture, opening his mouth and trying to form words. They all seemed to escape him, even as his guardians waited patiently. Soon he managed to string together a sentence, one that made more sense. Maybe it was time for him to tell them everything? The only one that it would truly affect still was Derek. Derek who despite everything was still alive. It was truly a miracle. Derek would have to forgive him however, as there was no way he could BS his way out of this one. For once he didn't stumble or stutter over his words.

"Do you believe in werewolves, banshees, kitsunes, and the like?" Stiles asked, the words getting stronger the more he talked.

"We're friends with the impossible Stiles, we're more open-minded than most," Tony replied.

"The Hunters of Artemis hunt the supernatural, just so happened I was in a pack of them. Scott was the alpha, a true alpha who got his powers without killing another alpha. Then there was Lydia, the banshee. Her scream was a weapon, her mind an asset. She was possibly the smartest of us. Kira was the alpha's mate, a kitsune. They were such a disgustingly cute couple. Next was Malia, she lived most of her life as a coyote. But Scott and I forced her human again, she hated us for a long time. It was for her good, not that she understood that at the time. Then we had three freshmen; Mason, Hayden, and lastly L-iam," his voice broke on Liam's name and he forced himself to continue, ignoring the tears in his eyes, "Mason and Hayden had only just become pack, two chimeras. That's what we called them at least, a mix of human and supernatural. Scientists, morally unethical scientists, experimented on them. Hayden and Mason survived, Corey as well. Corey was Mason's boyfriend, he died before the rest of the pack did. At school, where he was supposed to be safe. Liam was bit by Scott, the first one. Him and Hayden were bitten to save their lives. I was the human, the weak one in their minds. But before the younger members joined I was possessed by a japanese fox spirit, a Nogitsune. It unlocked my spark abilities. A spark is powerful, able to bend reality."

They listened in quiet shock. Amazed at the amount of words spoken from Stiles and the tale behind it. It was the most they've learned about Stiles past in the whole time they've known him. Gently taking the pendant out from under his shirt, Stiles fiddled with it.

"This was the pack symbol, the McCall pack. Scott had it tattooed around his bicep, Derek had to use a welding torch to burn it on. The only way the tattoo could stay with the werewolves accelerated healing. Everyone had a different idea of the meaning, my idea was being united. A family. The Hunters ruined that," Stiles dropped the pendant onto his chest, letting it hang there limply.

"You have us Stiles," Steve took his hands gently, rubbing the back of it, "Don't forget that."

The lump in his throat grew and he tried to swallow it. A few seconds later the two adults left him alone, realizing all he had told them.

"Hey," Derek said, leaning against the doorframe, "You okay? What'd you tell them?"
"Everything, I told them everything. The pack, what happened that night, everything," Stiles put his head in his hand.

The bed dipped besides him, Derek pulling him close. Turning his face into Derek's chest, Stiles clutched him tightly. There was no way he would ever be looked at the same way from them. His hands tightened around Derek's grey henley, feeling the rough material.

"Did you feel it? They're all gone; Liam, Isaac, even Jackson. We're all that's left," Stiles told him, his breathing shaky.

"I know Stiles," Derek replied, "I know."

**********TWM**********

The gun kept her grounded, reminding her that she could protect them. She could protect her children. Natasha grounded her, reminding her that she had someone else to help her. She wasn't alone in this fight to keep her children safe. Wanda on the other hand, she was a wild card. Her presence kept Laura on guard, in front of her children protectively. But then Clint entered, rushing to her side. The gun was no longer needed to ground her, but she kept it nonetheless. Never let your guard down. Clint grounded her the most, kept her sane.

"Clint," she breathed out in relief, eyes darting to the side at the sight of Bruce Banner entering after him.

"Did you get them all?" Clint demanded, kissing her cheek before picking up Nathaniel.

"No, smokey got away," Wanda replied, "We should move before they come."

"Too late."

They all whirled around, Laura raising the gun again and Clint moved Nathaniel behind him, kneeling down before giving him back to Lila and Cooper. Wanda's hands sparked with scarlet energy and Bruce clenched his fists tightly. Standing there was Azar, her purple eyes glowing with flames. By her side was Ryan, holding the two pistols in both hands. Chantel smirked slightly until her eyes caught Ryan's.

"I think, I'm the one you should be worried about," Ryan growled, before raising his gun.

"What are you doing!?" Chantel screamed, before the guns went off.

Two shots rang out, one rushing towards Azar and the other too Chantel. There was no time to register what had happened, until Chantel and Azar fell limp to the ground. Ryan stared at them, before fleeing out the door. The kids were screaming, but Laura was in shock. Her gun slipped out of her hands, but Clint caught it before it could hit the ground.

"We need to go," Natasha said, "Now."

Flames started to lick along Azar's body, growing with intensity. Bruce's eyes turned green at the sight, Natasha glancing over at him with slight fear. Clint quickly opened a window.

"Go, Laura take the kids and get out first. We'll follow," Clint ordered.

She didn't hesitate in responding. Picking up Nathaniel she led the kids quickly out of the cabin. The draperies caught fire, the pictures, and the rug. Purple flames grew in intensity as she left. Next Wanda came out at Clint's urging, then Bruce before he could Hulk out. Just as Natasha began to crawl the purple flames hit the gasline, exploding outwards. The Hulk shifted into his angered form, Wanda surrounding them in scarlet energy. Natasha flew from the window, running into the forcefield with a shower of wood and flames. Smoke billowed into the sky but only one voice screamed out a single name.

"CLINT!"

**********TWM**********

The explosion caught her attention. It was magnificent and beautiful and oh so something that she knew was Azar's fault. The purple flames kinda gave her away. It was always something purple with her. Purple this purple that, what if she wanted some kind of blue? Like a vibrant blue. Rebekah was going to be pissed about this, Azar completely ignored her instructions.

Hefting the bat over her shoulder Rose made her way over to the explosion, blowing some messy brown hair out of her eyes. The sight she got was not the sight she expected. A husk of a cabin, the windows blown out and all that was really left was the floor and porch. Chantel and Azar lay there burning, already dead if the holes in each of their heads was any sign.

"Looks like the Barton wench actually killed 'em, didn't think she had it in her," Rose muttered, flipping the bat into her left hand.

Looking closer she noticed another body, male with a bow and arrows. Ah, Clint Barton. Also known as Hawkeye. At least one of them didn't make it out. Moving closer she felt the heat wafting off the cabin. They were dying off one by one, she wouldn't let herself be next.

She sensed the foot before she acted. Ducking down she swung the bat behind her, connecting with someone's legs. Instead of falling over however the woman, Black Widow her mind noted, used the momentum to bring Rose down as well. Flipping her legs over Widow's neck, Rose twisted. They flipped again but Widow somersaulted, forcing Rose onto her back again. Air was forced out of her lungs, gasping softly.

Rose entangled her legs around Widow's hips, lifting her lower body up and forcing Widow behind her. At the same time Rose got back onto her feet and grabbed her bat (Stiles' old bat) and swung it at Widow. The swing was blocked and Widow began to attack ruthlessly. Despite all the wounds on Widow's body, she was still a good opponent. However Rose managed to get the upper hand. A few bashes later and the Widow was no more.

Spitting blood onto the bloodied face of Black Widow sent a sense of satisfaction throughout her body. Smirking slightly Rose lifted her bloodied baseball bat and looked around again. No sign of Ryan, maybe he had escaped. Then again, it was Ryan that was supposed to die not Azar or Chantel. Ryan was nothing more than a pawn to be played.

The sound of the safety being turned off caused her to tense. Someone else was there.

"Kinda hoped you wouldn't show up here Rose," Ryan said, "I was hoping for Rebekah or Dyana."

"Well you got me. Were you the one to shoot Azar and Chantel? Should've known the Barton wench didn't have the guts to do it," Rose replied evenly.

"She would've, if I hadn't gotten there first."

"Why'd you do it?"

Rose turned around, pretending to be unafraid but knowing she was at a complete and utter disadvantage. At least until Rebekah and Dyana got here, hopefully with Ashan, but knowing that the possibility of that happening was below forty percent at least. Ryan shrugged his shoulders, the gun tilting slightly to the side before being aimed at her once again.

"Maybe because you guys are doing it the wrong way. Hurting innocents, killing human civilians. Not all monsters are bad, just like not all humans are good. But this is not the way to go at it!" Ryan exclaimed.

"What are you going to do about it? We're the best in the business," Rose replied.

"Is that why only you and Rebekah are left? Why all the others are dead," Ryan demanded.

"We have the Hunters of Diana!"

"And what good are they? That pack of wolves diminished them to the point of near nonexistence! Only three are left, one of which lost their legs and the other their arm. Then the last has become a werewolf herself!"

Heat rose to her face, anger boiling in her blood. However Ryan didn't seem to notice, his icy aqua eyes staring at her with hate. All that did was make her anger turn to rage, a burning fire inside of her. If she had the same abilities that Azar had she'd be a big ball of flames.

"Rebekah is going to punish you so bad when I bring her to you," Rose laughed.

"If you bring me in. Which you won't," Ryan replied, "You're not going to live long enough to find out. I'm joining Apollo's Hunt, the proper hunt."

"What are you talking…"

She never got to finish her sentence. A bullet lodged itself in her brain, brown eyes widening in shock. Then she crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Didn't even last long enough to have a final thought before life faded from her eyes.

**********TWM**********

That night Stiles couldn't help but climb into the vents. Something had happened, something big and he wanted to know what it was. No one was telling him anything, still. So he followed the echoing voices, unable to tell what they were saying. The only thing he could tell was that it was arguing. Angry arguing with raised voices. Crawling along the vents, wondering where Clint and Natasha were, Stiles stopped above a grate. Looking through the bars he saw Steve and Tony, sitting around a table.

"He's a kid!" Steve roared.

"Give me a break!" Tony yelled back.

Stiles watched in muted horror. They were arguing about him. Immediately his mind drew the worst conclusions. They were going to kick him out. Maybe they were going to force him to stop. Whatever it was it couldn't be good. He had to leave, on his own terms. Whatever the truth was he didn't want to know it. Quickly returning to his room Stiles rushed to grab the bag, as he still hadn't unpacked. Then grabbing everything else he needed Stiles left through the window.

The night sky loomed above him, building lights twinkling brightly. People moved around below him with no idea what truly had begun. Web embedded with mountain ash shot out of his wrists. It clung to the building across from him and he held the bag tightly before flying across the street. Eventually he was blocks away, close enough that they wouldn't think to look but far enough they wouldn't stumble across him on accident.

Finding a mattress in the abandoned apartment building Stiles collapsed on it, pulling his sweatshirt on tightly around him. He shivered in the cold, bringing his knees up closer to his chest. It was cold, a biting cold. Fall in New York was like winter in California. He couldn't imagine what winter would bring.

Then a dilemna brought itself forward in his mind. What was he going to do now? Leaving seemed smart then, but what about later on. How would he survive? No job, no food. All he had was clothes and his spiderman suit. But he couldn't live as his alter-ego, that brought in no food or money. There was no Beacon Hills to go back to, no pack, nothing. No family to go to either, Uncle Tony was his mom's only sibling. Not to mention that he wasn't going to burden himself on his friends. Peter and Gwen had more to worry about then him and the others weren't exactly the kind he wanted to intrude on. That would end up in a way Stiles would rather not think about.

The cold seeped through his sweatshirt and into his bones. It froze his blood and made his teeth chatter. Every single second caused the cold to seep in more. Time seemed to slow down, every thought was diverted to wallowing in his misery. To focus fully on the cold around him.

**********TWM**********

"Stiles is gone," Wanda announced entering the room.

Both Steve and Tony froze, Tony's thoughts going a million miles an hour. Why would he leave? Where would he go? But mostly, what had caused this? What could possibly be going on in his nephew's head that sparked this?

"Look for any signs of Spiderman. Anything," Steve ordered, "Check his school, check his friends houses. Someone call Derek."

"Already here," Derek entered the room, face closed off.

"Has he talked to you, anything?" Tony begged.

Desperation clawed at his insides. A need to find his nephew and bring him home. It was cold outside, so cold outside. Winter was almost here, a winter that made it insanely difficult for anyone to survive out on the streets. There was no way Stiles would survive. They had to find him. Had to save him. Bring him home.

"No," Derek replied angrily, "Do you think Stiles tells me everything? He doesn't."

"He talks to you more than us," Wanda sighed sitting down, "He trusts you."
"Did you know he thought I murdered my sister once?" Derek asked, "Does that seem like someone that trusts someone else?"

"Maybe then he didn't trust you, but now. He trusts you more than all of us combined."

Tony watched him, eyes fixated solely on Derek. Noticing how his nose twitched (trying to catch Stiles' scent perhaps?), eyes scanning the room, eyebrows drawn together angrily. There was worry in his face, in his movements, and in his eyes. It lingered there, just under the surface.

"Can't you find him?!" Tony demanded, "He is pack isn't he?"

"Just because Stiles is pack doesn't mean I have an instant know where he is at all times. If we could do that don't you think we would have done that with Liam?" Derek responded.

That was a good point actually. Not that it made Tony happy. Dammit he wanted Stiles here an hour ago. Who knew how long Stiles had been gone? After Derek left him to go help Pepper with something? No one had been with him after that. Everyone had just assumed that he had gone to bed.

"Is his stuff there?" Steve asked.

"Some of it, his bag isn't… the one that he never unpacked," Wanda said, running a hand through his hair.

"First Liam, then Clint and Natasha," Banner put his head in his hands, "Kid probably thinks he's protecting us."

"We have to find him," Steve muttered.

"No sh*t Sherlock," Tony sighed.

**********TWM**********

It was a wonder she hadn't done this sooner. Yet something was wrong. Ashan had dissolved into smoke at one point, pain contorting his features. The smoke was writhing around in what seemed to be pain and fear. Then suddenly he returned to human form, tears staining his cheeks and dripping down his chin.

"Azar's dead," he announced.

Dyana wondered why she hadn't felt it, why Ashan had and she hadn't. Weren't they all Inhumans? Shouldn't she have felt it like Ashan had. But she hadn't so she stood straighter, hands gripping Rebekah's shoulders tightly. Eyes zeroed in on Ashan, his unflinching look.

"You're sure?" Dyana demanded.

"Positive," Ashan replied, "I'm assuming Ryan and Rose are as well, they haven't returned."

"Two of my people are dead," Rebekah roared, "And you're being calm."
"Rage is an uncontrollable fire. Anger is a weapon that can be used. I am angry but I am calm. The two together is an unstoppable force," Dyana said, her fingers trailing Rebekah's shoulder as she stepped around her.

She didn't need to have telepathy to tell that Rebekah was fuming. The angry waves wafting off of her. A telepath would be wincing in pain right now or feel the same rage. The smokey sparks engulfed her hands as she turned her anger onto a random bauble. It boiled and melted, dripping onto the ground. Now effectively calm she looked towards Ashan.

"Find their bodies. Find who did this and choke them alive," Dyana ordered evenly, her heart beat slowing as she calmed herself.

Ashan looked at Dyana before returning to his smoke form. He went out through the window and Dyana sighed before turning around and looking right at Rebekah. The other girl was gripping the desk tightly, face red with anger. Calm and collected Dyana went over to her, placing a hand on both sides of her face and kneeling down to face her. Sea blue eyes met chocolatey brown and she kept her eyes focused on Rebekah's.

"Calm," she said, forcing her voice to keep a calm tone.

Unable to tell whether or not it truly worked, whether or not Rebekah was still holding her rage inside, Dyana stood up and smoothed down her faded pants.

"I'll see you in the morning. Tonight we rest. Tomorrow, we avenge."

Me: Soooo, another short chapter. And another OC reference list.

Rebekah Williams: Lead Huntress, age 20, became one of the Hunters of Artemis at 5. Dark brown shoulder length hair and chocolatey brown eyes. Tattoo of a delicate bow with two crossed arrows. Weapons include delicate claws made out of the same material as Cap's shield, a sword, and a bow and arrow. Killed Scott and unknown others.

Chantel Sadler: Second in Command in the Hunters of Artemis, age 16, became one of the Hunters of Artemis at the age of 7. Raven black long layered hair and sapphire blue eyes. Tattoo of a delicate bow with two crossed arrows on her left wrist. Weapons of two katanas. Killed Malia and unknown others, tried to kill Liam, helped kill Scott. DECEASED, killed by Ryan

Ryan Madison: age 17, became one of the Hunters of Artemis at the age of 10. Chocolate brown hair and icy aqua eyes. Tattoo of a delicate bow with two crossed arrows. Weapons of two pistols. Killed Lydia and unknown others, helped kill Scott. Killed Chantel, Azar, and Rose.

Marina Roberts: age 16, became one of the Hunters of Artemis at the age of 6. (true looks rather than from the picture Steve saw) Dirty blonde pixie cut and crystal blue eyes. Tattoo of a delicate bow with two crossed arrows. Weapons include chain sickle. Killed Hayden and unknown others, helped kill Kira and Scott. DECEASED, killed by Wanda

Rose Martin: age 18, became one of the Hunters of Artemis at the age of 8. Long wavy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Tattoo of delicate bow with two crossed arrows. Stole Stiles' baseball bat, uses it as weapon. Killed Mason and unknown others, helped kill Scott and Kira, held Liam while he was being injected with poison. DECEASED, killed by Ryan

Dyana: Lead Inhuman, powers of boiling to melting point (shows in sparks in smoke), tried to kill Steve and has killed unknown others. Blue pixie cut and unnatural looking sea blue eyes.

Azar: Female Inhuman, powers of purple flames, violet eyes and platinum blonde hair with violet streaks. DECEASED, killed by Ryan

Ashan: Male inhuman, african american with black abyss eyes and sheared black hair, powers of smoke (ability to manipulate and become smoke, able to travel within the smoke).

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