Chapter Twenty: Blood Trail

The Loft

Stiles opened his eyes slowly, feeling the intense pain from the bruising on his torso from where Derek had left his mark following their "training" if it could be called that. How in god's name Derek considered a beating like that a training session, Stiles would never know. If Derek had used his claws he imagined the werewolf would have left him in a pool of his own blood. It was kind of terrifying to think about in all honesty but he wouldn't think about it too long. He groaned as he sat up with a great amount of effort.

The sun was starting to rise over the city of Manhattan, and Stiles turned his head towards his clock where he saw it was a little after five thirty. With luck if he drove home now he could get home before his father woke up and he would be in the clear.

Derek was currently passed out on the couch and Stiles couldn't be bothered to wake him up as he stumbled to the door and left. He was sure the werewolf was aware of his departure because he heard a little grunt as Stiles shut the door, and by god it wasn't his own.

He still had to get home and deal with his father if he was caught, and if he was caught the consequences would not be good.

Meanwhile, Derek tossed and turned on the couch as in his head he had images of fire and people burning to death flash through his mind, the unfortunate accident that had rendered him blind and deaf, and killed most of his family all too fresh in his mind even though it had been nearly twenty years since then.

Derek might have looked like he was about eighteen, almost nineteen, but in actuality he was thirty-three years old. He knew that because when Stiles was born he was seventeen. Imagine being in a coma, and your entire life plays by over and over again on repeat without stopping. Now, imagine that you are aware that you are in a coma but you cannot do anything. That's what Derek had to go through for the longest time following the fire, and even after he escaped Oscorp Tower. It still felt like he was in a coma, and he knew he was asleep but couldn't control his dream.

The only solace he had from this nightmare was the wild card that was Stiles Stilinski. He was the one that Norman Osborn hadn't accounted for, and especially the Identity Thief. The Identity Thief was the one he was searching for, as he had his sister, Cora.

With Stiles' help, maybe Derek could find Cora before it was too late. That was something he had to hold on to, he just couldn't lose her as well.

Who knows, maybe now that Stiles was on his side, maybe Derek could face the two sided fight and come out alright.

"C-Cora," he muttered in his sleep as he did as he had done many times in the past year... he relived the days before his family's death.

November, 1994

"C-Cora?" the fifteen year old asked sleepily as he saw the little five year old look at him with a look of fear as she stood in the doorway. It was a look he was all too familiar with as his eyes glowed amber yellow. Derek sat up in bed with a smile, "What's wrong munchkin?"

She giggled lightly before running over to him. "Mommy's on the phone with someone, and she's angry. I think it might be a bad man."

"Mom, angry on the phone? You want me to make sure she's okay?" Derek asked her, raising an eyebrow to which Cora nodded quickly, her dark brown locks bouncing across her face like window blinds in the wind. "Alright, anything for you."

Derek picked her up into his arms, lifting her with one arm as he carried her to the hallway. The house wasn't that big in his opinion, but it was large enough for their family, especially on the nights of the Wolf Moon ritual when there was nearly fifty of them in the same building. Derek carried Cora to her room, laying her down in the bed and told her goodnight before he went to check on his mother, Talia.

He could hear her before he even got close to the door, noting that it was partially due to his superhuman hearing that came with being a werewolf.

"Look, I don't care what threats you make, I am not afraid of you, and I'm definitely not afraid of Wilson Fisk. He really wants to say something, he knows where to find me, until then shut your trap before I shut it for you. Stay away from my family..."

"Is that a threat?" a grisly voice came over the phone, one that made Derek shiver.

"No, it's a promise." Talia Hale hissed before hanging up and turned around as Derek opened the door, her anger disappearing as quickly as the door had opened. "Hey, sweetheart, I didn't know you were awake."

"Cora woke me up, she said you were on the phone with someone and you sounded angry. Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah, I just got a call from an ex who wanted to get back together, it's nothing to worry about." she assured him, even though he knew she was lying, but he wouldn't press it. Talia was the Alpha of the family, and you didn't question the Alpha's motives. He just had one question, who was Wilson Fisk?

"Oh, okay. Look, you know you don't have to hide work involving the Pack from me, you know that right?"

"Of course, I promise you it's nothing." Talia gave a reassuring smile, but he could see the anger in her eyes, how her skin was glossy with sweat from how hot-blooded she got sometimes.

"Alright. Just, let me know if something's bothering you Mom. I know with Dad being gone, it's hard to deal with on your own."

"I will, and I'll be fine, I've got an entire Pack, remember?"

"Of course, it's just I want to say it every now and again. I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight sweetheart."

"Night mom." Derek smiled lightly, feeling hurt that she was lying to him, but he knew that she was doing it only out of the need to protect her child.

As he stepped out of the room, he saw his uncle Peter standing there with Cora in his arms and Laura standing beside him.

"Hey, Derek." Peter greeted with a smile, and Derek smiled back as he rushed over to give him a hug.

"When did you get back?"

"Just a few minutes ago. Where's my sister at?" Peter asked as Derek motioned to the door. "Oh. I take it now's a bad time based on that look of despair on your face."

"Despair? That's just Derek when he's tired." Laura laughed.

"No, that's not it, there's something else. What happened with your mother?" Peter handed Cora to Laura and crossed his arms.

"She was on the phone, arguing with someone. Cora woke me up because she heard Mom yelling. When I listened in, I heard her mention a name, Wilson Fisk." Derek watched as Peter's face went pale at the mention of Fisk. "Whoa, why does that name seem all too familiar with you?"

"Um, now's not the time to talk about that. At least, not while we're in the same house as Talia. Laura, you want to get the car and we can go get some ice cream?"

"Ice cream, at two in the morning?" Laura scoffed at the idea, but Peter looked all too serious. "Okay, I'll go get the car." She took Cora without another word to get the car, and Peter put his hand on Derek's shoulder as they walked out towards the street once Derek got his shoes on.

"You should have never heard that name."

"What?"

"Wilson Fisk is a dangerous man, and he's not happy with your mother."

Derek awoke from his restless slumber and his eyes glowed that cold blue as he looked around, noticing that the teenage spider cross species was gone. Although, there was a little bit of blood on the floor.

"He did better than I did for the first time."

Stiles slowly opened the door to the house having parked the jeep at the sidewalk so his father didn't hear him pull in, poking his head through, small droplets of his own blood still fresh on his face. Stiles eyed the living room, noticing the television was on and that his father was in the chair, reading a newspaper facing the front door. There was no way for him to make a front entrance, so he quietly shut the door and backed away.

It was still early enough that he wouldn't need to hide his abilities, but just to be certain he needed to hurry up and get to his room, so with one grand leap he landed gracefully on his roof and climbed through his window and into his room.

Stiles crouched and moved into the bathroom to get washed up to hide the blood and hopefully hide the bruises the best he could. If he had to explain he could just say that he was in his lab and an experiment went wrong and he got hit with a flying rubber mallet. Okay, so it wasn't his best excuse but he didn't have a better one at this time so that was what he was going with.

He looked himself over in the mirror and grimaced at his looks. A sickly purple bruise outlined his eye, but it was already healing so he had a feeling it might be healed by the time school started, or at the very least to where he could get away with no questions being asked.

Blood was splattered on his face and hands from his training session with Derek, but Stiles had to admit the grizzled battle look kind of fit him. He washed the blood off of his face and decided to take a shower once he felt the dried blood in his hair. Derek had really beat the ever loving crap out of him.

Once he was out of the shower and dressed, he stepped into the hallway as he finished putting his shoes on. Stiles suddenly felt weak, like he could pass out at any moment, and he could feel his hands start to shake as he stumbled against the wall. His entire body started trembling as his legs gave out and he fell onto the floor, all while his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Next thing Stiles knew was that his father was standing over him shaking him awake.

"Stiles! Are you okay?" his father's panicked voice asked him as Stiles came to, feeling normal. "Son, answer me!"

"Huh? What happened?" the teen asked groggily, sitting up slowly.

"I heard something hit the floor and when I came up here you were here. Are you okay?" Stilinski answered, as the teen rubbed the back of his neck.

"I-I think so." he replied weakly, as Stilinski helped him to his feet. "I don't know what happened."

"Well, can you tell me where you were earlier? I know you weren't home."

"Yeah, I was. I was in my lab working on an experiment. I fell asleep there because I was exhausted."

"Where was the jeep at then?"

"Dad, it's at the curb right now. I would have told you if I was staying somewhere else last night, even if I was upset with you."

Stilinski sighed, his age showing for the first time as he ran his hands through his hair, the wrinkles on his face ever apparent. "About that, I wanted to apologize for yelling at you. I get it, you were trying to help. I've raised you to where I shouldn't expect any less of you."

"Dad, it's fine, you don't need to apologize. I get it, you're worried about losing me like you lost Mom. It's fine. I'll talk to you later tonight after you get home but I gotta go to school."

"School? Stiles, I should take you to the doctor to make sure you're okay. I mean, we don't know why you were collapsed on the floor."

"I feel perfectly fine now. Don't worry about it. I'll see you after school, if I start to feel like something's wrong with me I'll call you, okay?"

"Alright, but if you even feel a small..."

"Okay, I will call you if there's even the tiniest difference." With a hug goodbye, Stiles took off for school, thankful his father hadn't seen the bruises on his face somehow, most likely preoccupied by the strange occurrence with Stiles spasming on the floor.

What was that anyway? Stiles couldn't move on his own, his mind went blank and he didn't even really know what happened afterwards until his father finally woke him up.

Madame Web, you there? Stiles asked the question in his mind, hoping the clairvoyant would hear him.

For a moment it seemed like she was now going to remain silent, until he heard a disembodied sigh.

"Yes, Mieczyslaw... what do you need at this forsaken hour?" the clairvoyant asked with a level of sarcasm Stiles found extremely impressive.

I kind of need to know something. Something just happened to me, and I don't know what it was. I figure if anyone would know what happened right off the bat, it'd be you.

"Oh, so this is how it's going to be, is it? I'm just the informant? I am a living person, I'm not Siri and I will not be there to answer whatever questions you have. But, I suppose this time around I will indulge you and figure out what happened..."

Thank you. Stiles smiled lightly as he climbed in his jeep and turned the vehicle on.

"Oh dear... I see why you're concerned." Madame Web was solemn in her response once Stiles started driving. "You had a seizure..."

Stiles had to slam on the brakes to even comprehend this.

A, a seizure?! What do you mean I had a seizure, I've never had one before!

"It's a side effect of your body adapting to your new powers. When you attacked that robot and exhibited your strength, then recovered from Derek Hale's attacks, your body couldn't handle it, so you adapted. There truly is nothing to worry. The more you use your powers the better you will be for it. Eventually you won't have to worry about the sudden seizures."

Eventually, eventually? What do you mean by that, am I really going to have more of these before my body decides it can handle it? I don't see why my body needs to adjust any further if I'm going to die at the hands of Norman Osborn! He was scared, furious, and many other emotions that he couldn't quite explain, but all of them together he knew it was a storm.

"Yes, eventually. And you do not have to worry about your death, yet. Do not focus on it. It's better to live in the present than face the future. You are still a teenager, and you need to live while you can." Madame Web explained, and Stiles rolled his eyes. "I saw that."

So?

"Just because I am not there does not mean I can't make you have a very bad day Mieczyslaw, just remember that... also that was extremely rude."

Sorry, I'm just not very excited to live a life that's about to end, you know? Thank you, M.W. if you need help just give me a call on your old telepathone. I have school, so I will be ignoring all calls...

"Did you really just say... telepathone." her voice showed she was amused, something Stiles had been trying to accomplish, and he threw his hands up in the air in victory.

Yeah. I was lazy and didn't want to say the telepath phone... so telepathone was the quickest to say.

"Well, at least your strange sense of humor will keep things light as the days count down. Goodbye for now, Mr. Stilinski."

Talk to you later M-Dubs.

Stiles sat at the stop sign longer than he should have, dwelling on the fact he had a seizure... and he kind of smiled, thinking that he finally knew a small segment of what Erica went through, how scared she must have been to have gone through that for the first time. He had a new appreciation for how strong she really was.

He continued to smile as he drove to school.

Everything at school was boring, there was no excitement other than the info that Stiles was the man who saved Flash Thompson from the car crash, information given by Stilinski, having come to the conclusion that Stiles had done the right thing and deserved some recognition. They all looked at him with a new light, one that almost ensured he wasn't entirely invisible anymore. Erica was at school for a little bit today, and to be honest he found that she was kind of happy for him by the way she gave a small, but distant smile when they made eye contact.

As a matter of fact, Stiles had to say that everyone was happy to hear that Flash Thompson had been taught a lesson, although what lesson that was, Stiles had no idea because the idiot was passed out when he was saved.

The school day was over before Stiles even knew it, and he decided to stop by Derek's to talk with him about why he was even running around with Norman knowing he was in the city now. As he stepped through the doors of the loft he found Derek eating a bowl of cereal.

"It's nearly four in the afternoon and you're eating cereal?"

"I don't eat like I should, okay?"

"I don't care, I was just surprised." Stiles smiled as he sat down in front of Derek and crossed his arms. "I think we need to talk about why you were being chased by those robots. What happened?"

"Two days ago, following our little encounter at the Hempstead facility, I heard a scream coming from Queens. I figured it had something to do with that serial killer, the Identity Thief, so I went to intervene. It was a trap Osborn laid out and I was running until I called you yesterday. I couldn't do anything by that point. Calling you was my last resort."

"Wait, why were you trying to find the Identity Thief?"

"This is kind of why I spoke to you at the facility, Stiles... I need your help. You're the guy with the only other mind I know that can adapt to any personality. Your mother was the only other one that could do that as far as I know. My little sister, Cora... he has her. I've been searching for her for a few months now."

"Whoa, so... you're sure she's still alive?" Stiles asked, noticing that Derek began squeezing the spoon to where the metal bent. "I'm being completely honest here. If it's been a few months wouldn't he have killed her by now?"

"She's a werewolf, Stiles. She heals quickly. All of the victims were killed by the trauma inflicted upon them. I need your help to find her. I think if there's a chance of anyone finding something that was missed, it'll be you."

"I don't know how I could find something that even you missed." Stiles admitted, as he contemplated what might have been missed. "Unless, you weren't able to pick it up because of the bleach he leaves behind at the scene. He must have figured out Cora was a werewolf and he's using bleach to stop you from tracking him. It wasn't because of the blood he dropped at the scene, no... he, he was trying to stop you from finding him."

"Yeah, and I have another problem. Norman Osborn is still producing the Lycan Serum, the same variant that turned me into that monster you saw on the footage on Dr. Gajos' research folder."

"Wait, I thought you were the one being used for that."

"I was, but now he's using my other sister, Laura. She's the new Alpha in my family. After the fire that killed my family, Laura took my mother's spark in order to maintain the Hale pack."

"So, if your blood, the blood of a Beta can turn people into whatever the hell you became that night, then what would it do with the power of an Alpha involved?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to find out. It'd be hard to get to her, because she's in Oscorp Tower. I promised your mother before she died that if I had to fight against Norman's goons again, I wouldn't kill anyone. It'll be hard to do that without having them subdued and stuck out of the way."

Maybe you could with an adhesive... like a spider's web...

"Derek, you just gave me an idea! I can't create webs, but what if I make a device that can effectively shoot webs and contain those guys. It'll be like having a fly trapped in a web! It'll be perfect. I can help you get Laura out of there, I can get around quicker because of the fact I can access vents easier and stick to any surface. Well, I don't know if I'll stick to a non-stick pan, that's something I don't plan on finding out."

"Do you have this webbing fluid for this device?"

"No, but I think I might have that problem fixed tomorrow. I'm supposed to work with a classmate on an adhesive formula my mother was working on before she died. What if that's actually what it was meant for."

"What?"

"Call me crazy, but my mother had this obsession with spiders! Spider research, the X-series, everything that she worked on had something to do with spiders. What if she was doing something similar to the cables that Oscorp are working on that are supposed to be like spider webs? I could do something with that and we can get Laura out of the Tower, and then with these web shooters we could find and save Cora from the Identity Thief."

"Stiles, we need a trail to follow first."

"Right..." Stiles muttered lowly with a frown.

"Where was she taken from?"

Unknown Location

(A Few Months Earlier)

As the wind whistled through the small streets, he couldn't help but smile as he noticed someone walking towards the building, her eyes shy and fearful, like an abused puppy... yet she had potential to be so much more, it just had to be peeled away slowly. That glimmer in his eye shined at the mere thought of how utterly sweet it was that of all the places he could have found her, the one he had lost so long ago, was now here at the one place he came to every day of the week. It was ironic that she had been right under his nose all along, yet how could he have known. He couldn't do anything though, even if she was merely a few feet away, almost within arm's reach.

Oh how he longed to have that aroma of her perfume that when she was close it was strong enough to taste. It was the one thing he had longed for, well... one of the many things he longed for that involved her.

As he watched her walk towards the door, he watched as the black haired teenage male run alongside her, his eyes showed hopefulness and the pain that only a former boyfriend or girlfriend could have. He smiled as he reached her, but the teen was unable to rouse any sort of smile from her.

It didn't surprise him really, after all with him being only about twenty feet away, the odds of her having any sort of smile would be minuscule. The teenager would not see him standing there, because he was too focused on the girl... his girl.

You will not get in the way of my plan... he growled in his own mind, as he clenched his fist, the cuts from that last girl still fresh on his skin. His body shivered at the thought of how strong she had been to fight him, but he smiled nevertheless. Today was a good day, because he had finally found the one who had gotten away from him.

The sun shined over the city as the Identity Thief adjusted his jacket and stepped into the building, to ensure his plan would not falter. She was so close, and not even that insolent teenager would get in his way, and with that thought he stepped forward, following the one that got away.

It was only a few hours later when he found her once more... As he stepped into the room where she was, he could see the fear in her eyes as she saw him... the true face he hid. There was nowhere for her to go, and if not for that teenager by her, he would have had her in his grasp finally. He was angry... so unbelievably angry because he was right there. SHE WAS RIGHT THERE! He wanted to strangle that young man right there, but he couldn't blow his secret and ruin his chances.

The Identity Thief simply smiled as he decided where to strike the young man best. Would he kill him, and just be done with it, or would he send a message? He developed an idea and a devilish smile appeared on his face.

He stepped in front of the door of the teenager's sister's home, and knocked ever so diligently. As the door opened, he brought out the knockout darts.

Stiles and Derek stood in the trashed apartment, and just from the look of things, Stiles knew that Cora had put up a hell of a fight.

He looked through the chaotic mess of what remained of the apartment, and he thought hard as to what might have happened. She didn't expect an attack, Stiles could guess that merely by the damage. This was not the damage of an expected fight, but rather a fight to survive an ambush.

"He must have came through the front door. Probably caught her off-guard, maybe tried to drug her so she wouldn't draw attention to each other by her screams. Whatever he did caused her to get angry and she fought back..."

Stiles' mind was going wild as he began to think about the most probable way things went down. He came down to the conclusion that it had to have gone down by the Identity Thief stepping inside, and most likely he would have drugged her, possibly with a dart of some kind that was laced with a knockout drug.

Cora opened the door, noticing the man standing there rather nervously. There was something off about him, though as he looked up at her with a small smile.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could use your phone, my car broke down." he asked generously, and Cora nodded, uncertain of his intentions, but out of the kindness of her heart she turned around to get the phone.

"Yeah, sure. It's right through here." she pointed towards the kitchen counter where her phone was and began moving when she caught a smell of a drug, and she felt a needle enter the back of her neck. She turned to face the man who held a dart gun in his hand.

"That won't be necessary. See, someone that cares about you is getting in the way of a plan of mine. I'm here to send a message."

Cora's eyes turned amber yellow as she roared, catching the man off guard, his eyes growing wide with surprise as he shot her once again. She launched herself at him, grabbing onto the collar of his jacket, pulling him towards her.

With a contorting twist, Cora threw the man onto the glass table, smashing it into countless pieces, accompanied by the sound of glass shattering.

"Derek, I need you to help me recreate what happened here." Stiles announced as Derek looked at him with a look that could only be described as disbelief. "You'll be the Identity Thief, and I'll be Cora."

Derek nodded reluctantly but walked over to the door, as Stiles adjusted him in the doorway. "Okay, so... I imagine he made some excuse to get inside the house, probably saying his car broke down and needed to use the phone. Cora, she probably said yes and turned around." Stiles acted like he thought Cora would, taking a few steps towards the kitchen. "Now, the Identity Thief pulls a tranquilizer dart gun out and shoots Cora." Derek raised the imaginary gun, shooting Stiles, and the teen acted like he got hit. "This causes Cora to get angry, and attacks." He grabs Derek by the collar of his jacket once he got close. "Sorry about this... but it's to save your sister." He twisted easily and threw Derek onto the remains of the table. The werewolf grunted on the ground as Stiles sighed happily. "... and it was kind of payback for that one hit last night. Anyway, he's on the ground now after Cora sends him through the table... now, the Identity Thief, he's angry that things aren't going so well, so..." he started thinking and developed the image, and his eyes grew dark as he came to a revelation. "so... he adapted..."

Cora growled as the man recuperated and looked at the shards of glass on the ground. He smiled lightly. "So, you're a werewolf... what do you know?"

The man grabbed a large shard and threw it into Cora's shoulder, knocking her back against the wall... in a moan of pain she pulled the glass out, dropping it to the ground. In that short amount of time between her stumbling backwards and pulling the glass out of her shoulder, the man had stumbled to his feet and gotten a hold of the dart gun once more which was near the front door. He shot her three more times in the chest, and she began to become drowsy stumbling around as she began to move towards him.

"Don't fight it, my dear... you're going to just wear yourself out more. I don't want you damaging yourself anymore than what you need to be. Don't fight it, for your own sake."

Cora growled as she reached him, slashing towards him, slightly cutting his arm as she passed out, falling into his arms.

"Now, I don't want there to be any evidence of who I am, or how to track you. So, it's a good thing I brought bleach."

Stiles and Derek recreated the scene the best they could, and after a moment Stiles had Derek use his nose to track the residual bleach and how strong they were in areas around the house. The Identity Thief had used the bleach first at the front and moved to the back of the house after trashing it completely, most likely an after thought in case she wasn't as valuable as he figured she would be. After all, maybe the reason she was taken wasn't worth it and needed a pay off.

"What was missing?"

"A necklace my mother had planned on giving Cora for her eighteenth birthday. Laura gave it to her shortly after the fire as a way to remember Mom."

"Would she wear it all the time?"

"No, but she didn't want it to get ruined. She had it in her bedroom in a box that she could only use her claws to open. Do you think he figured it out?"

"If he was smart enough, which he probably is... I imagine so. Cora would have probably been wolfed out when she was knocked out anyway, so her claws would have been out."

"Why would he take that?"

"The way I see it, he's taking things as trophies. I never looked at the files about missing personal items, but I imagine he takes those belongings as trophies for when he kills them."

"Stiles, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking that if I was going to carry someone out of a house to kidnap them, I'd go out the back." Stiles ran past Derek and to the back door, and he felt a slight buzz in the back of his head.

My spider sense, why now?

He looked around as his sight turned blue, and on the wall, embedded in the wooden board, was something highlighted, with a slight red hue. Stiles reached for it, tenderly taking it into his hand as his sight went back to normal.

So, my spider sense can also act as a detective scanner? That's amazing! This could come in handy.

"Derek! I found something!" Stiles held the small metal piece, which he presumed to be an engraved tag of some kind.

Derek came running over, eyeing the metal as he caught a whiff of a man's blood on it. "Stiles, that has blood on it. I think I might have his scent."

"So, looks like we have a blood trail. Derek, you're the one with the enhanced smelling, you follow that scent the best you can. He might have come back here."

"Alright, what about you?"

"I'm going to get this to my lab and get it cleaned up. It looks like there's some engraving on here. Maybe I can figure out where it's from and we might have a location. How's that sound?"

"Perfect, better than anything I've been able to come up with. Stiles, how did you find that?"

"I don't know, I was just drawn to it I guess. I'm still figuring out my powers as it is. Look, I'll see what I can do about this, and developing those web shooters. While I do that you just follow that trail and try to keep a low profile. I don't need to face Norman Osborn's killer robots again."

"Hey, it's a part of the whole Cross Species thing. Norman Osborn is just a part of that."

"Yeah, I suppose. I just wish I could tell my Dad about my powers, or even Scott."

Derek looked at him like he was crazy, and Stiles felt a chill run down his spine. "Are you crazy? You can't tell anyone. We're Oscorp property now, and Osborn will come after anyone you care about. What happens when he finds out that someone you know and love is aware of your abilities, and how you got them? He will have them killed! We can't tell anyone about what we are because we are no longer human, we're a test subject, and our maker is coming to get us. You and I, we have to stick together now, you said it yourself, we're brothers now. You have my blood in you, so quite literally we're bound in blood. We can only trust each other."

Stiles gulped, as a horrific image of his father being murdered by Norman Osborn. He couldn't allow that...

Oscorp Tower.

Norman stood quietly in his office as he picked up the phone and dialed Shaw's number. "Mr. Shaw... it's time."