Ending up in a diner in the middle of somewhere was not his ideal place to go and feed but that was what his host's body wanted at the moment. Even with the host gone in a mental prison, the body still had control over his instincts.
Void sighed, it was going to take a while before the body would fully follow his commands but as for now, he sat in a booth looking at a menu. He was lucky enough to be able to afford 4 large curly fries with a large lemon tea. He winced remembering how the waitress looked at him when he denied the burgers, wanting only the fries and drink.
God, even without him here , his host was embarrassing him with his choice of food. He flinched when he felt a pang attack his conscience, reprimanding the spirit for dissing Stiles favourite food. Void couldn't help but groan and put his face in his hands. Why did his host had to be such an annoying , bloodthirsty and persistent little shit. He felt another pang in his head again, harder this time, and he sighed. If Stiles kept on going like this, he was bound to be on the back burner sooner or later. He blinked when he a tray of fries landed on the table and he habitually smiled at the waiter and thanked him. When he was gone, Void took to chewing absentmindedly on his fries while he thought. His host must be some powerful person if his body could still be affected by his habits and instincts even though it was currently being possessed.
"Fuck!" Void swore as he bit on his fingers , earning him some stares. Glaring at the remaining fries, he quickly finished them before swallowing down a generous gulp of lemon tea. Thirst and hunger filled, he made his way to the bathroom. Emptying his bladder , Void was washing his hands when he suddenly felt like he got hit by a train. He groaned as he gripped at his head. He blinked and suddenly he wasnt the one in control anymore.
Stiles blinked as he got up from the bathroom floor and looked at his reflection. He looked relatively okay, he grinned when he licked his lips and could still taste some salt. It was quickly wiped away though when he noticed his eyes swirling with a hint of black. He could feel Void mentally rattling the bars of his mental prison and Stiles frowned, mentally adding more locks to the cage. He washed his face and as fast as they appeared, the black swirling around his iris disappeared
Satisfied at having the sadistic spirit under control, he slapped a smile on his face and exited the diner. He walked around , exploring his surroundings for a bit before giving in to defeat and asking a person where he was. He had hoped to figure it out for himself but he didn't come upon any signs.
"We're in New York. " the person had replied with a bit of snark but Stiles ignored it as he focused on one thing. I'm in New York! He thought as he looked all around. His erratic behaviour was enough to scare off the weirded New Yorker as Stiles excitedly took in his surroundings.
Shouting a 'thank you' behind him, he ran off and tried to find Central Park. He grinned when he saw the sign for Central Park appear in the distance. Immediately reaching it, he beelined for a bench and took a minute to catch his breath. He was just astounded. Of all places for the Nogitsune to appear, it chose New York City. In a way, he was somewhat grateful to it.
Grinning, he got up and started to explore. His excitement an effective refresher to tired New Yorkers as they stare with amused eyes at the newcomer. Obviously to the stares, Stiles barrels onwards to the streets of New York. Bumping into almost everything as he looked around with wide eyes and plenty of apologies, he walked out of the crowd fairly unscathed. Stiles took his time as he wandered into every nook and cranny , as well as every alleyway., just to see what secrets were kept.
Just as Stiles turned a corner, he was faced with a homeless man. He looked disheveled and covered in scars , his sickly frame barely holding onto his clothes. Stiles' heart squeezed and he blinked away oncoming tears. He quickly took out his wallet and was disappointed to find out that the Nogitsune had spent all of his cash, coins left about a $1.20 and he sighed.
"Sorry sir, all I have is this right now... don't worry though! I'll be back soon with cash and some fresh clothes, is that alright?" Stiles smiled, barely noticing his nod before he was running out of the alley and onto the streets. It wouldn't do is he came back with only a couple of bucks, he had to make a big score. As they say in Rome, ' Go big or go home! ' . He grinned when he notice a particularly large crowd and some big and flashy jackets.
Probably rich.. He thought as he kept his head down and hugged the walls. He watched the group, trying to spot who was currently vulnerable. After only minutes of following them, he spotted a bulky guy pull out a fifty, which then flashed how much he kept, and keep it in his back pocket. Stiles grinned even though his brain told him if his dad knew what he was planning, he would be disappointed. He shook that thought away and cleared his mind .
"It's time for the cat to catch the mouse.." he murmured as he relaxed his stance and walked ahead. His phone buzzed and he was distracted, but decided to use it as a strategy. He pulled it out and saw a voice message from Peter. He grinned and played it as he ran straight for the bulky guy.
"Darling! Where the fuck are you?! You fucking vanished on us!" Peter's voice rang out as he put his phone to his ear, thumb on the pause button. He quickly paused it and started his reply just before crashing into the man.
"Sorry Peter! Just had an erran—fuck!" He shouted as he slipped his hand in , grabbed the wallet and put it behind the waistband of his jeans behind him. He quickly braced himself for the fall when arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders, effectively dipping him.
He opened his eyes only to be greeted with the face of an angel that had a jaw that could cut stone.
He blinked and suddenly he was on his feet again.
"Hey, you okay there? You almost took quite a fall." He looked up and it took all of his willpower not to fangirl. He was in front of the fucking Avengers! He blinked and nodded, not trusting his voice to blurt out something idiotic.
"Well, I – I uh.. have to go now. Peter is waiting for me." He managed to sputter out as he pointed behind him.
Before the fucking AVENGERS could interrogate him more, he dashed straight onto the road. Jumping over cars and narrowly dodging a motorcycle, he quickly entered another bustling crowd; but not before he took the cash and threw the wallet back. Making quick progress of shuffling between men and women, he made quick work of what he could take . By the time he managed to make it back to the old man, he had a Rolex and a warm scarf. He huffed as he entered and looked around, out to find the old man sleeping in a box.
He sighed, this could at least last him for a couple of days. Maybe even a month if he was careful. He gently tapped his shoulder and grinned at the old man.
"I'm back! I couldn't get anything else at the moment but I got you some cash, which could last a month if you're careful, a brand new Rolex and a nice scarf.." he murmured as he helped the old man put kn the new watch and scarf. He grinned when the old man started to tear up in happiness. He laughed when the old man uttered repeated thanks and he just waved him off with a sheepish grin.
"Well, I have to go now. See you next time, dont forget to buy a fresh meal!" He called as he watched the old man scramble out of the alleyway but the sight of the old man staggering by a group blocking the entrance, made him wince.
"Hey.." he winced at the crack in his voice. Stiles stood still as he watched the Captain watch him with curiosity shining in his eyes.
"So..what happened to 'Peter'?" Black Widow called out as she raised a brow. Stiles could only swallow as he fingered with his hands behind his back. His mouth felt dry as he stepped back, the group advancing in on him to a corner. He didn't like this, being cornered wasnt good for anyone. Especially for himself. Stiles flinched as Hawkeye started to speed up and he remembered how a witch tried to kidnap him and he could only remember feeling satisfied at having ripping her jaw off.
He clenched his jaw as he felt the spirit in his head slowly start to break the locks. No no no! Not now..please Stiles thought with a plea as his back hit the brick wall. He gasped as his body was thrown forward with such a force that he basically landed at the Avengers feet.
"Do–Don't come closer, please..j–just give me space." He panted out as the wringing in his head got louder. The locks on the cage coming loose as the Nogitsune forced his way through. Then Lydia popped into his thoughts.
Stiles could only do when he instantly thought Lydia. He held his breath as he counted mentally. He continued the exercise multiple times, and almost had control back when a crushing grip locked onto his arm. Stiles flinched out of his hold and crawled into the corner, curling up. He could feel his eyes swirl and he knew the spirit was just taking his time now, biding for the right moment. He sighed in defeat when he felt like he got punched in the gut.
Void grins as he regained control. That had taken sometime but was worth waiting. His smile widened when he remembered how he saw a crack in his prison as his host started to panic.
He got up slowly and took his time to brush off the dirt on his pants. Looking up at the Avengers, the wary looks had the spirit laughing.
"Why didnt you listen? He tried so very hard not to panic and to keep me in but you," he pointed to who he suspected grabbed him." Captain , really helped in my escape. For that I thank you."
Void grinned as confusion ran through the group as they glanced at each other. He clapped for their attention.
"However, sadly I must rid of you all now. So many possibilities! How about , the one with impaired hearing.." Void grinned with malice as he stalked forward, eyes turning black. The Avengers gasped and backed up, this was a quick change in attitude. From the previously meek guy to something otherworldly.
Seeing eyes zeroing in on him, Hawkeye impulsively turned up his hearing aids and hesitantly fired an arrow. Its grabbed by a snake like bandage and is easily broken. It then proceeds to wrap around the guy's head, blocking out the sight of his slitted eyes. Before he could even feel a little bit of relief, the thing lunges for him .
He braces and is surprised Captain and the Hulk managed to reach him in time. They hold him in a hold and he can clearly see the struggle as they start to sweat, their feet moving along with step of the thing. Natasha tries to knock him out with the back of her gun, when he flings out of Steve's and Bruce's hold and pushes back against Natasha until she's squished up against a brick wall. He doesn't relent as the brick wall starts to crack and crumble and he can't bear to hear the pained gasps of his partner. With the strongest duo still surprised, he goes for the kill, even though his sense are screaming death.
He releases a breath as he goes in for the kill to knock him out or at least disable him. He liked the latter better. As soon as he was within arms reach of the guy, he's quickly being choked as he misses the neck of the guy , he was planning to hit a pressure point. Clint can feel the panic set in as he's staring into his eyes, black as oblivion. He frantically looks around only to see black mist surrounding the team, blinding them . He struggles in his hold as he is lifted off of the ground, neck still stuck in the tight grip when he feels the fingers at his neck start to slowly release him.
Clint scrambles away from the fucking thing as soon as he touches solid ground, catching his breathe. The thing looks at him in confusion, before anger sets in his face.
"No! Fuck off Stiles, I was so close to snapping his neck! Motherfucker.." Void grunts in pain as he loses control. Stiles already has more than 70% of control over his body back. He growls as he takes strained lunges towards the impaired hearing Avenger. Void can already feel his powers slowly being contained and just as he takes one last lunge, he's pulled back into a fist.
Instinctively, he fights back. Head butting the man of golden locks before kneeling him and kicking his feet out from under him. He roars and it is cut off. His bandages disappearing and he is fucking pissed at this. Just as suddenly as he appeared, he's gone and Stiles
He slowly stands , hands on his knees as he catches his breath, panting and absolutely exhausted. Every muscle in his body aching with the need to recuperate.
"I fucking told you to give me space, didn't I? Idiots! All of you!" Stiles can't help his outburst, the negative energy of the Nogitsune still lingering and mixing with his overwhelming anger at the whole situation.
Why can't people just listen to simple instructions? Stiles thought as scowl at the Avengers who take their time to get back onto their feet. As soon as they're done, they get into a fighting stance for another fight when Stiles flips them the bird. Before anyone can even react, Stiles is fainting.
Thor catches the man in his arms and he looks towards the group with a wary look. He motions to the man in his arms and he sees them just shrugging. He rolls his eyes and looks to the Man of Iron.
Tony just casually walks up and prods at the sleeping face of this 'Stiles' . He shrugs again.
"Let's just bring him back to HQ, get Strange to seal the interrogation room and we interrogate him. Simple as pie." Tony says as he pulls out his phone, already dialing in the wizard doctor's number.
"Hey, Stephen, could you help do us a favour? I just need the interrogation room sealed to keep in whatever this guy is. Seems like magic, which is your speciality!" Tony grins when he can practically hear the frown in Stephen's reluctant agreement. With that done, all they had to do now was head back to HQ.