I'm so sorry

It's been so long since I've updated, but I've just been super busy.

College had been kicking my ass and it'd just been exhausting

But now it's summer so I can focus on my drawing commissions and writing.

I don't own Avengers or Teen Wolf

Let's get on with it.

Quietly, the Avengers went back to the motel where they were staying, all stuck in their own thoughts. They had heard some…very interesting things from the teens in the time that they had stayed. They certainly had their fair share of terrors, but they all seemed equipped to handle it, even Stiles. Which just seemed to speak more to them about exactly how resilient the teen actually was. Even though he had nothing but his intellect to help him, they seemed to center around certain stories about him, saving them when they needed saving, even if he was hurt in the process. Recounting everything, the teens looked to feel guilty, especially with all that had come to light about the teen and his recent disappearance. Looking back, they realized that the human teen had done a lot for them, and they hadn't done much in return for him. With that thought, Tony sighed heavily.

"Those kids are going to have a hell of a time trying to get the kid to stay." Tony muttered and the other two nodded in agreement.

"Indeed. From what I can tell, the boy has done much to earn his place with them, but they have not given him their due respect. It is no wonder that he left and had no desire to return." Thor agreed, pitying the amber eyed-teen and his situation.

"Yeah. And now they want to convince him to stay." Steve said, wincing. Yeah. The supernatural teens definitely had their work cut out for them. Especially from what little they had seen of the boy and the stubbornness in his body, Stiles wasn't going to make it at all easy for them.

"What are we going to do?" Tony asked, nearing the motel. There were many things that Tony Stark could handle. He could handle a massive multi-billion-dollar corporation, he could handle being a superhero on the side, he could handle occasional projects running amok when it wasn't intended, he could even handle the fangirls, but he didn't for the life of him know how to handle this. Teenage drama was not something that Tony Stark was built to handle. Throw in the supernatural aspect of it, and it made even less sense to him. Rubbing his temples, Tony sighed. He could feel a headache coming on.

'This is why I'm never having kids…' He thought sourly to himself and turned to Steve, hoping that he had some form of a plan, but it looked like the super soldier was just as lost as he was. And Thor looked lost in thought, so he wasn't going to be of help right now.

"Whatever it is, we can decide tomorrow. I don't think that Stiles is going to do any more talking today and I don't really want to try when he has the…um…queens protecting him." Steve said after a long pause. Thor nodded in agreement. He may be the one of the mightiest warriors on Midgard and Asgard, but there was no way that he was going up against the fury of those males. They would castrate him with a smile on their faces.

"I agree. There is nothing more we can do today. And besides, the boy cannot go without us and he still has an obligation to see his father before we can leave." Thor reasoned. The other two Avengers nodded and relaxed. They could stay and have time to think about their next move. One thing was certain; they all thought that the boy deserved to have a semi-normal and stable life. Beacon Hills, as crazy as it was, was the best bet. It was where his friends, his Pack, were at. Most importantly, it was where his father was at. The boy needed to be with his father. It was clear that the boy missed him, but his anger at his friends was preventing him from staying and being happy again. They needed to give the Pack time to convince the boy to stay so that when their mission was done, the teen had somewhere to return to.

"Ok, time to report to Thing One and Thing Two." Tony said, returning to his usual snark. Wow, it had been way too long since he was able to snark. It almost gave him a sense of relief to get that off of his chest. Steve rolled his eyes and knocked on the door before entering. Sighing, Thor followed the other two inside.

'For all our sakes, I hope they convince that boy to stay…'

At the Pack house, the teens were gathered in the den, a somber look on their faces. Today had been…eventful. The shock of realizing that Stiles was in fact, not dead, talking to him, realizing that said human was a little less human now, finding out about the teen's torture, and then about how he was involved with superheroes now lingered in their system. The Pack didn't know what to think. It was too much to process, but they knew they couldn't afford to slack off now. They just got Stiles back. They weren't about to lose him again. But what could they do to make him stay? The teen had done so much for them and the Pack, and they had done very little to earn his trust or forgiveness. Automatically, the Pack turned to Scott. He and Stiles had been the closest out of all of them, even with Scott being almost permanently attached to Allison as he was. Maybe he could have some sort of influence on him?

"We could go and talk to him…?" Scott said nervously, thinking back to Stiles' anger from before. He knew that the human teen was well and truly pissed off. Scott had grown up with him and knew the full extent of Stiles' anger. Right now, he and the Pack were at the max and Scott knew that they weren't going to make it up to Stiles easily.

"It would be better if you talked to him. You and he were the closest when he was still here. He might not immediately toss you out if you try and talk to him." Lydia reasoned. She knew that if anyone else tried it, they might get hurt worse than just getting thrown out. Expect for maybe Derek, but she didn't want to try and figure what would happen if the two met again. There had always been a sort of tension between them, and with Stiles' newfound power and Derek being…Derek, she didn't know how they would come together. Would they clash, or would they talk it out? Scott nodded.

"I can try…" Scott shrugged, still feeling nervous. Derek scowled at the teen, eyes flashing red.

"You need to do better than try, Scott. If we want him to stay, or at least come back, you need to convince him to at least talk to us. He needs to give us a chance to try and make it up to him." The Pack all winced but nodded. They knew that Derek had issues with Pack and family, and Stiles' "death" had affected him harshly. Maybe if Stiles was back to stay, he would finally relax. Not to mention all the pining was driving them nuts.

"Alright, alright, I'll try! But I don't think he's gonna be willing to talk to me or anyone else tonight. He looked pretty pissed and I don't really want to be killed or turned into a frog or something." Derek growled, but didn't protest.

"Fine. Everyone go home." He turned away and stalked upstairs to his room. As soon as he left, the Pack felt exhaustion weigh heavily on them. It had been a long day and there was a lot of tension released from them as Derek left the room without lashing out at anyone. Slowly, they drifted in their separate directions and went to their respective homes. Scott dropped Allison off at her house, but the entire car ride was silent. The drive back was spent in a daze, and he couldn't remember most of the drive there. Stumbling inside, he walked dazedly inside the house and past his mother.

"Scott? Honey, what's wrong?" She asked, getting up and walking over to the dazed boy, placing a hand on his shoulder and pulling him to a stop. Despite the fact that he could easily pull away, Scott let himself be pulled towards her and surprised her by pulling her into a hug and resting his head on her shoulder, taking in the comforting scent of his mother.

"Scott?" She asked again, hugging the boy back and worried at his behavior. Trembling, Scott clutched his mother close, not realizing until he felt the wet material of his mother's shirt that he had been crying. When was the last time that he had cried like this? When was the last time that he had just hugged his mom? He was so lucky to have his mother, who had accepted and supported him through everything to the best of her ability.

"Mom… it's…it's Stiles…" He choked out, his voice rough. Melissa winced at the mention of the boy's name. When the boy had been declared missing, she had seen the Pack and the Sheriff go crazy with worry, but then when the boy had been declared legally dead, she had seen them all practically fall apart at the seams. Scott especially had been one of the most affected by the boy that he had known all his life disappearing. But watching the Sheriff had been worse. He had blamed himself for his son's disappearance, saying that if he had been at home more often, then he would have noticed the boy's disappearance sooner. It only got worse as they discovered the bodies and Stiles' blood in that warehouse.

"What about Stiles, honey?" She asked, almost afraid of the answer. Had they found him? Or, at least his body? She didn't want to picture the Sheriff's face at the news, but then they could finally have a proper burial for the teen. With these thoughts in mind, she was shocked at the next words that came out of her son's mouth

"He's…he's alive…" He croaked and she felt herself freeze in place. What? He was alive? Before she could voice her disbeliefs, Scott spoke again.

"He's alive. He's here. We saw him. We talked to him." Scott whimpered, starting to shake again as if saying it out loud made everything real.

"Wh-what? H-he's alive…?" She asked softly, feeling the shock settle deep into her bones. What? The phrase was bouncing around in her head and seemed to be the only thing that took up her thoughts. After standing there for a while, she finally managed to shake the shock off a bit and brought them over to the couch, sitting down and holding her boy close.

"Tell me everything." She said softly to him and held him comfortingly.

The room was dark as the curtains were pulled down and two scarlet eyes were glowing and staring blankly up at the ceiling. The wolf felt shaken to the core at the events of the day. His body was buzzing with pent up energy. Derek wanted to go and run and howl and just wear himself out until he couldn't move, but he couldn't move from his position now. It seemed like his mind was shackling him in place with just one word.

Stiles.

The name simultaneously drained him of energy and pumped him full of energy. It was even worse now that the scent was in the house. It was a scent that he missed with an almost painful ache and now that it was back, it was driving his instincts crazy. His Pack. One of his Pack had returned. He wasn't dead! The thought was almost a punch in the gut, but it also held him in a sort of warm daze. He needed to have the teen there, to scent him, to reclaim him as Pack, but he couldn't. Right now, they all needed the time to process that he was back and that the Stiles now wasn't the same one that left a year ago. He had changed, and they needed time to prepare for that, especially if they wanted to convince him to stay. And Derek desperately wanted to make him stay.

'I won't let him leave. Not again. I can't let him leave the Pack again.' Derek thought to himself resolutely. His eyes flashed red once more before flickering back to green and closing his eyes, falling asleep with his declaration burning in his chest.

Sunlight filtered in through the window, casting a golden glow through the curtains and falling on the sleeping figure on the couch. The queens cooed at the sleeping teen, but that didn't mean that they wouldn't wake him up.

"Rise and shine, princess! We have stuff to do and there's only so many hours in the day!" Darling squealed before jumping on said teen, hugging him tightly. Stiles shrieked and tried flailing but was pinned down by the man's surprisingly strong arms.

"Darling! Have you no shame! Sleep is sacred!" The teen whines, but gives up struggling against the man, flopping on the couch and submitting himself to whatever the crazy queens' plans were. He knew at this point that there was no way that they didn't have something planned for him. Especially with that mischievous glint in their eyes. Lola looked to be at the point of laughing and cackling madly.

"He knows." Queenie chuckled and hauled Darling off of him.

"Of course he does! He should know us by now!" Mamacita laughed and sat next to Stiles, hugging him close. Pouting, Stiles sighed, but didn't struggle against him.

"So, what have you all planned for me today?" He asked, almost dreading what they were planning to subject him to. The queens shared a look amongst themselves and Stiles immediately felt a shiver of fear run down his spine. He knew that look. That look told him everything he needed to know…

"Please no…" He whimpered and curled up into the smallest ball he could on the couch.

"Yes." They all smirked and grabbed him, bringing him to the kitchen.

Stiles trudged along after the queens as they chatted happily, carrying the assorted bags from different stores. He let out a groan as they continued on and was met with a sharp rap to the head courtesy of Queenie.

"Hush, Stiles. This is for your own good!' He said while the teen just grimaced.

"How is shopping for new clothes for my own good?" He asked, eyeing the numerous shopping bags they had in their arms. Immediately after breakfast, the queens had dragged him off to the mall to get him new clothes.

"Stiles, honey, we love you, and you could never be anything other than our perfect pretty princess, but you look like a hobo." Lola commented, staring at the teen's clothes like they had personally offended him.

"What's wrong with my clothes?!" He asked, trying to defend his clothes. The queens turned around and gave him a look that just said "really?" and Stiles blushed, but looking down at his clothes, he knew they were right. He had been wearing the same t-shirt and jeans for the past three months. He had found the current shoes he was wearing in a dumpster somewhere in Detroit and if he was being honest, they were pretty much falling apart at the seams.

"Fine, fine. I'll be your dress up doll for the day." He pouted, and the queens beamed happily at him before grabbing him by his arms and dragging him into another store.

"We need you to look at least presentable when you go and see your dad!" Queenie said and rolled his eyes as he felt Stiles freeze.

"Don't think we forgot, sugar! You still gotta see him, even if you do leave again!" He said again before Stiles could protest. Stiles winced, but wisely didn't open his mouth to reply. He may have faced down supernatural creatures with nothing but sheer force of will and faced rigorous magical training in the most remote places of the world, but that doesn't mean that he wasn't terrified of the combined forces of his friends. The queens squealed excitedly and dragged him to the changing room, where they proceeded to grab "cute" clothes from the racks and throw it at him to try on. Sighing, Stiles did as he was told and tried on the clothes. Finally, after a few hours, they finished their shopping spree and were back home for lunch. The teen flopped on the couch in exhaustion and hugged a throw pillow to his chest. He never wanted to see another clothes store again for as long as he lived. And with the amount of clothes the queens bought him, he didn't think he'd need to anyway. Praise the maker for pocket dimensions, otherwise, he would feel really bad for not being able to take what they got for him.

"Come on, chico! Get up! You're not done get!" Mamacita called out while the rest of the queens went to the kitchen. From the couch, Stiles groaned into his pillow and burrowed further in the pillows.

"Noooooo…..don't wannaaaaaaaaa…." The teen whined and buried his face into the couch. The older man just stared down disapprovingly at him.

"Stiles Stilinski, you have five seconds to get your cute butt up and into the bathroom for a shower before I do something you're not gonna like." The man warned, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot on the floor. Stiles tensed but didn't move from his spot.

"Five…four…" Mamacita began counting and Stiles felt his heart pick up.

"Three…two…" Mamacita continued and suddenly felt a swoosh of air pass him and lead down the hall. He smirked as he heard the sound of the bathroom door slamming closed. He chuckled and turned when he heard laughs from behind him. The other three were watching and laughing as well.

"You're so mean, babe!" Lola chuckled and hugged his friend tightly before dragging him into the kitchen.

"It's called tough love!" He called and went to make lunch with the rest of the giggling queens.

Stiles sighed in relief as the hot water hit his body. How long had it been since his last shower? For the last few months he had been bathing in lakes and ponds with the occasional rinse from a hose for emergencies. The very fact that it was hot water that he was bathing in already made this bath the greatest thing he had felt in a long time. Picking up the soap, he scrubbed himself thoroughly, thoroughly enjoying being clean for once.

"Stiles, honey? I've left some clothes outside the door here for when you're done. And the food is almost ready, so you better be ready when it's done or you won't be getting any!" Lola knocked and called out from the other side of the door.

"Don't you dare eat all the food!" Stiles called out, suddenly rushing to get himself clean, sending some things clattering to the floor in a wild flail of limbs. Sadly, with great power did not come great motor control. Lola laughed from the other side of the door and walked away, going to save a plate for the teen. A few minutes, Stiles came stumbling out of the bathroom and scrambling to the kitchen, landing on one of the chairs in an awkward sprawl. The queens watched in amusement as the teen stumbled his way to the kitchen and burst out laughing at how he landed. The teen looked disheveled and his clothes were barely on properly, his shirt riding up and wrinkled while his pants weren't properly fastened. Overall, he looked like a mess, but he was at least clean. Queenie laughed and went to help straighten the boy out when he suddenly caught sight of the markings on the younger teen's back. The first thing that caught his eye was the prominent tattoo that was along his spine. It was a very intricate pattern that he felt would hypnotize him if he stared too long at it. That definitely wasn't there the last time that he had seen the teen. What also hadn't been there the last time that he had seen Stiles was the scars. Sure, he had seen a few due to the sports the kid had played, but not like this. Large and jagged ones curved down the left side of his back and to his hip. Smaller ones littered the rest of his body, but they were everywhere.

"Stiles, what are those?" Queenie asked quietly. The others, noticing the somber tone, quieted down, confused as to what they were talking about, but quickly figuring it out as they scanned the boy further. Their eyes widened as they looked at the scars. Stiles froze briefly before quickly pulling down his shirt, straightening out his clothes.

"It's nothing." He said automatically, internally cursing himself. He had forgotten about the scars. It had been so long since he had really cared about them that he hadn't really thought about hiding them from the Queens. Now he was going to get more questions than he was prepared to answer and one look at the Queens' faces told him that he wasn't getting away without some sort of explanation. He may have faced some dangerous and scary supernatural creatures while he was on his own, but that didn't mean he had the courage to try and lie to the men surrounding him.

"Stiles, honey, sweetie, I think you'd better tell us what we want to know, or the consequences will be rather…unpleasant…" Lola said in a sugary sweet tone that sent a shiver of fear down his spine. The rest of them converged around his chair with grins on their faces. Stiles squeaked and felt himself sink into his chair.

"W-well, i-it's not like traveling alone and without money isn't dangerous. You get into some really tough spots out there…" Stiles shrugged looking down and keeping an "I don't want to talk about it: look on his face. He was keeping the answer vague and hoping that it was enough to satisfy them. And he wasn't really lying, but they wouldn't expect the dangers that he was facing would be supernatural in origin. To his relief, their expressions turned to ones of sadness and surprise before they hugged him tightly.

"We're sorry. We're just worried. When we found out that you were missing a year ago and when they didn't find you, it broke our hearts and we were all desperately wishing and hoping that you were alive and safe somewhere. Now that you're here, we just…and the scars… Just…Indulge us for a bit, ok kid? The momma bear instinct hasn't gone away just yet…" Queenie said, hugging the younger male tightly and shaking slightly. Stiles felt guilt stab at his heart as he felt them all hug him tighter. God, how he wished he could tell them everything but…he didn't know if they could handle it. And them knowing would only get them hurt…

"I'm sorry…sorry…." Stiles whispered, trying his best to wrap his arms around them all and reciprocate the hug. They stood there for a while, just hugging each other before letting go.

"Ok, ok, chicos, that's enough mushy stuff! Time for food!" Mamacita suddenly detached from them all and shoved them all away. Laughing, they settled in for their food and chatted with each other happily. After they ate, they all sat around the table and Stiles told them a bit about his travels, highlighting the more normal aspects of it and some of the non-supernatural things that he had seen.

"Eesh! Haunted houses? I don't think I'd ever have enough courage to do that, princess." Darling shivered in fear, shaking his head vigorously. Mamacita crossed himself and clasped his hands together, muttering a quick prayer under his breath. Lola, was shaking and clinging to Queenie while Queenie just shook his head, looking unimpressed. Stiles laughed and shrugged.

"Well, I didn't really have much of a choice. A dare was a dare and $100 was on the line." Truth be told, the experience wasn't actually that terrifying. The spirits there were not very hostile, especially when he explained that he was only there for the night.

"Crazy boy." Mamacita huffed, ruffling the teen's hair.

"Well, thanks for the food. As always, it was delicious." Stiles smiled. Queenie nodded before sighing and leaning his head on his hands.

"Ok, now we have to get down to business. You have a promise to keep and don't think that I forgot." Stiles raised his eyebrow. A promise? Suddenly he realized what they were talking about and froze. Judging by the looks on the queens' faces, they could read the look of fear on his face.

"We have to go see your father."

*^End^*

Sorry if it kinda sucks, but that's what I got.

Hope you all enjoy anyway.

I'll try and get a new chapter out as soon as I can.

Anyway, read, review, and stay true, everyone.