Authors Notes:

This chapter should have been out sooner. But then Tony happened. That small bit in the middle wasn't supposed to happen, but here we are. You might have waited, but at least you got more?

I love loud and bold Thor, and he will make an appearance. But at the same time, I really wanted big brother Thor. He had years with Loki, being a big brother for the curious little brother. I think some part of Thor would be happy to tell his story, especially if someone is truly interested. Not because they want to write a book or to upset the world's opinion of Gods and religion. No, this child, because everyone is a child to Thor, this child is purely interested and curious. It seems to draw Stiles out of his shell. Thor is going tell all the stories, sadly we aren't going to hear most, if any, of the stories.

There are more notes but they are going to be at the end of the chapter. For now, Read on!

Thor was the first one to visit, arriving with a duffle bag over his shoulder. Dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a white shirt, he seemed less intimidating than the hazy memory Stiles had of the New York invasion a year ago. Back then, he was more worried about the lizard creature running around Beacon Hills than the ones falling from the giant hole in the sky on the other side of the country.

"I brought you clothes," Thor greeted, "I believe the pants are from the Man of Iron and the shirt is from the Hawk. Jarvis provided the undergarments. He insisted you would want them fresh."

Stiles looked between Thor, Malia, the bag, then back to Thor. "Thanks," he said.

Thor placed the bag on the end of his bed, as Stiles struggled to free himself from the various machines currently attached to his arm. The catheter was removed the day before much to his relief. It was part of the deal he made with his nurse, the catheter was removed but the heart monitor and IV had to remain without complaint. The struggle, he learned, was trying to detach himself from everything. The IV port made it impossible to bend his right arm, and his body was still too store to twist across his body and turn off the machine with his left. But, Stiles is nothing, if not creative.

Thor beamed, "You are very welcome young one." He turned his sites to Malia, "There are cloths for you as well," he said, "Lady Natasha packed it for me, I'm not sure what is all there, but she assured me that it will be everything you may need."

Malia nodded in thanks, reaching across Stiles pressing all the correct buttons and carefully dragging him out of the bed.

Stiles squeaked, then slapped a hand over his mouth.

Malia stopped mid stride to look at him, lips quirking up.

Thor cleared his throat, startling the two, "Would you like me to leave, so you may change?" The god asked. He clearly wanted them to say no. His expression, though it seemed unintentional, was a little too similar to Scott's puppy dog eyes for Stiles' liking.

"No, we'll change in the bathroom," Stiles said.

"Stiles made a noise," Malia added, as if that would explain everything.

Thor brightened, "I shall wait here for your return."

The teens scurried to the attached bathroom before he could say more. They changed in silence. Malia had never been shy about her body. Stiles was, but after everything they've been through together, changing in front of Malia wasn't all that new. Not like she hasn't seen it before, after everything it didn't really matter.

Thor was sitting next to the bed, as he promised. "Tell me," he began, as they settled into bed. "Are you two bound?"

"Yes," Malia said. At the same time Stiles stammered out a, "What? No."

"Yes," Malia said again, glaring at Stiles for a moment.

"No," Stiles frowned back. "No," he pointed at Thor. "No," he turned to her again, "Malia, we broke up."

Panic bubbled in his chest, and his lungs grew tight. "You didn't explain enough" a voice in his head whispered.

"Maybe you dreamed the entire thing?" A second said.

"You almost got her killed because you were selfish." A third voice, the same one that told him to push her way. "You let her stay. You let her stay close and you only caused her pain."

"Stiles!" A voice broke through the others. Stiles blinked back the tears, trying desperately to clear the fog from his vision. "Stiles." There was pain in his right arm. Five pricks where something dug into his skin.

Malia.

"She shouldn't be here," The voice said.

Something knocked him back, back to reality and back on his bed.

Malia was there, one hand wrapped around his arm, claws extended but not cutting through his skin. The other was raised, ready for another slap.

Thor was closer now, on the edge of his chair. His knees pressed against the frame of the hospital bed.

A nurse was at the door. She seemed unfazed by the half shifted Malia. Then again, she seemed unfazed by anything they did or said.

"I'm fine," Stiles croaked, first to Malia, and then a second time to the nurse.

The nurse seemed skeptical, and studied him for a few seconds. "Put your monitor and IV back on." She said at least, disappearing back to the nurse's station.

"Stiles?" Malia whined, still half shifted. She tried to get closer. He tried to push her away, but she was too strong. "You're my human."

"I believe I may have caused some confusion," Thor interrupted. Both teens jumped, having forgotten he was there. The god smiled gently, holding out the forgotten medical lines. "There is no direct translation in your language. Centuries ago it was referred to as Ehwaz, two horses. It represents a partnership between two, one of trust, loyalty, instincts, and love. Bound does not mean you are together romantically, though it can be. It is where two are simply connected through the soul. It is common, in supernatural creatures to help them stay grounded."

"Stiles," Malia said, forcing him to make eye contact, "You are my human."

"Ehwaz," Stiles said after a few seconds of staring at Malia, "It sounds Scandinavian." He clutched his hands together, trying to stop the tremors.

Thor let out a booming laugh, sliding back into this chair, significantly more relaxed than minutes ago. "Ey, it is an old Norse rune adopted by your world during one of my first visits."

There was a spark in the boy's eyes, one of curiosity. It made Thor smile. "Would you like me to tell you the tale?" he asked, Thor was never one to miss an opportunity to tell one of his stories.

A smile broke out on Stiles' face, but disappeared just as fast. "I don't want to keep you," he muttered, settling himself on his pillows and avoiding eye contact.

"I would be honored to share my tales with you," the god placed a gentle hand on the boy's knee. "It is rare for me to find one who has interest."

Stiles' mouth dropped open, "how? I mean... Why... What?" He flailed a hand, almost smacking Malia in the face. She seemed unfazed, just curling up at his side and out of range. "How could people pass up the opportunity? Think of all the history and information they could learn."

They were left alone for the next few days. Stiles was finally spending more hours awake than asleep. They - meaning Stiles followed a few hours later my Malia - realized that they had a little problem. The problem was that Stiles had a lot of chemicals pumped into him in the last few weeks from Hydra and SHIELD, and none of them were his Adderall prescription.

His body buzzed, his eyes darted around the room. His heart monitor kept beeping.

Beeping.

And Beeping.

There were buttons on the machine. A few are red and some green. A small yellow button flashed slow blinks. He should press it.

Press the button.

Press the button.

Someone grabbed his wrist, the fingers were large and wrinkled. It was one of the nurses', Pamela, Phillis, Margaret. Stiles didn't remember. She didn't wear a name tag. She was always around, glaring at him when the machines drew his attention, or if tried to get out of bed. The nurses station was down the hall, how would she even know? She was a ninja or something. Which made sense seeing as she worked with SHIELD.

"Don't touch the machines,' she hissed. Malia growled from beside him, but the nurse didn't spare her a glance. She kept talking, but Stiles was already gone, eyeing the stethoscope around the woman's neck.

Take it.

The nurse grabbed his other hand before he could grab it. "You need to keep your hands to yourself."

"You need to give me my Adderall." Stiles grumbled, "I have ADHD, I am trying as best I can."

"You don't need it," the woman stated, "just control yourself."

"How are you a nurse?" Stiles blurted before he could catch himself.

The woman's face turned a deep red, but the door opened before she could say anything. "Did I interrupt something?" Tony Stark asked, looking up from a tablet in his hands, stopping mid-step.

"No," The nurse snapped, releasing Stiles and scurrying out of the room.

They all watched her leave. Tony waited until she disappeared down the hall before turning to the two teens and raising an eyebrow.

"I have ADHD and nurse what's-her-name doesn't believe me." Stiles grumbled. His fingers itched. She was gone, that means he can press any of the buttons. "I haven't been on my meds in a really long time."

"Here," Tony said, startling Stiles. He didn't realize his attention was drifting. The man held out a Tablet, the one he was working on only seconds earlier.

Stiles frowned at the device and back up at the man holding it.

"You need this more than I do." Tony shook it at them. "Plus, I have a ton more."

"Are you sure?" Stiles accepted the device, holding it carefully.

"Kid, I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure." Tony smirked. Stiles poked at the power button, sliding through the device with a surprising amount of ease. "Keep yourself distracted with this while I go harass someone to get your prescription."

Stiles nodded absently, already lost in the Stark Pad.

The genius smiled, but it fell when he noticed Malia watching him from the other end of the bed. "You should blink more."

Malia tilted her head to the side, squinting at Tony.

"Did you want me to get you one?" Tony offered, unnerved by the blank look the girl was giving him "I don't have one on me at the moment, but I can get one."

Malia shook her head, and crawled up the bed, forcing herself between Stiles and the security bars of the hospital bed.

"I apologize Mr. Stlinkski, but these files are restricted." Jarvis announced, startling everyone in the room. .

"J?" Stark asked, taking the device back and flicking at the screen, "Were you hacking SHIELD files?

Stiles looked at the genius with wide eyes, "oops?"

Tony laughed, "Kid, you and I are going to get along splendidly." The man messed with the device for a few seconds before handing it back. "There," he said, "You should have access with everything security level three and below."

"What?" Stiles asked, eyebrows knitted together.

"I would be a hypocrite to stop you, so I might as well help you out. Level three should last you the night and shouldn't reveal too much in ways of national security. At least not that you haven't already put together based on what's happened."

"I..." Stiles trailed.

"Just think of it as a gift from one person with ADHD to another." Tony shrugged, spinning on his heels, "Ask Jarvis if you need anything, he's the British voice you just heard. I'm going to go have a talk with someone about your meds." The man strolled out the door before the teens got a chance to say anything more.

"Okay," Stiles said to the room.

Malia took the device from his hands, frowning at the screen. "Jarvis?" she said to the screen.

"Yes, Miss?" the device asked.

"Do you have Netflix?"

"Of course Miss. What would you like to watch?"

"No," Stiles groaned, throwing himself back and flinging his arms dramatically.

Malia ignored him, "Fox and the Hound."

"You know he gave that to me," Stiles muttered staring up at the ceiling, listening to the classic Disney intro and it zooms out to an old-school Disney castle.

"It's my sister's favorite." Malia whispered, drawing the screen closer to her face. "I like it." Stiles placed a hand on her back, rubbing small circles. He couldn't argue, he's made her watch "A White Christmas" more than once, and way before it could be considered seasonally appropriate.

"If you would like, I can play the movie on the TV," Jarvis offered, pausing the movie as it listed off intro credits.

"There's a TV in the room?" Stiles asked. "Because I swear I didn't-" he cut himself off when a large patch of wall at the end of the bed went black then mirrored the paused movie on the Stark Pad. "We have been sitting here for the last four days and we've had a TV in here the whole time?" Stiles gasped.

Malia seemed less devastated. She placed the Stark Pad in Stiles' lap and crawled to sit cross-legged at the end of the bed.

"How could they not-"

Malia shushed him, not even turning around. "How do I make it play?" she asked.

"But Malia," Stiles whined, as the movie started and the lights dimmed.

Malia shushed him again, glaring over her shoulder..

Stiles mimicked zipping his mouth closed, and settled back into his pillows. At least he had the Stark Pad. "Someone should have told us." he muttered. He drew his legs back before Malia could pinch him, and smiled innocently when she shot him a look.

Coulson came around the next day, followed by a sheepish looking Captain America carrying a duffle bag on each arm. Phil didn't say anything, taking a seat in the chair Thor took up only days before and helped himself to the bedside table.

Steve hovered in the doorway, shuffling from foot to foot. Stiles glanced between the two men, confused. Malia took the Stark Tablet out of his hands and switched it over to some kind of timed clicking game.

"Have a seat?" Stiles offered, waving at one of the other empty chairs scattered around the room.

"Thanks," Steve smiled, grabbing the closest chair. "These are for you," he added, shrugging his shoulders, trying to gesture to the bags. "I don't really know what's in them, but Tony handed them to me when we left this morning."

"He gave me this," Coulson added, holding out an orange pill bottle, "We were able to get your prescription before Tony hacked into the files himself."

Stiles snatched the bottle from the older man. He fished a pill out, examined it for a second. "I'll get you some-"Steve started. Stiles popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed it dry. "Never mind," Steve finished.

"Thanks," Stiles said, "The nurse wouldn't give me any, said I was going to pawn them off because it wasn't in my file. I told her it probably wouldn't be because until a few days ago the file probably didn't have my actual first name. But then again, this is a big security spy organization. I wouldn't be surprised if it did. But then she should have known I had ADHD. But instead she uses all her skills to keep me from having any fun. I just wanted to press the buttons, but that is a no-no. And did you know there was a TV in this room? There was a TV the whole time. That's the kind of sneaky technology I was expecting from you guys, but like, why in here? People are drugged, you should make it obvious. How was I supposed to know? Like how we should know what's in those bags. You didn't check? You should have checked. I think the most important question, and one we are probably all thinking is, 'What's in the bags?'" Stiles finished, drawing in a long breath and staring Steve down.

The man stared back with wide eyes, having lost track of the long winded rant.

"We're not sure," Phil offered, flipping through some files that Stiles doesn't remember seeing him bring in. "Steve announced that when we first got here," the man's tone was light, teasing, not angry.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Yeah, but can we find out? Because obviously no one knows, but we should know, so let's find out, so we can all be in the know."

"Paperwork first," Phil shuffled the last few papers into a pile, placing it next to the first three.

Stiles cocked his head to the side, and Malia tossed the Stark device to the end of the bed. It bounced lightly and landed at their feet. "It's dead," she announced, scowling at the devices black screen.

"There might be a charger in one of the bags," Stiles offered, perking up, "We should open them and find out."

"Paper work then bags," Phil said, leveling the teens with a stern glare.

Stiles flopped back, waving his arms dramatically. "Fine," he said. He was still hunched back, arms resting against the wall and backboard of the bed while still in the air. "I'm guessing they are our discharge papers?" There was a beat, a moment where the boy's face darkened before he shrunk back in on himself, curling his limbs back and sitting up straighter. He became less bright than the hyperactive boy they saw seconds ago. "Because I can't stay here much longer, I don't know how my dad is going to pay for this. I don't think that super-secret spy medical facilities is covered by our insurance. I probably should have said something sooner instead of racking up the bills, but I kept forgetting. It gets so hard to keep a train of thought sometimes, especially without my Adderall prescription. Where did you get this filled? Our insurance is picky about that kind of thing and out of pocket Adderall costs a lot." Stiles didn't realize was staring at the pill bottle in his hand until Malia took it from him. "Sorry," he said, blinking at Phil and then Steve. "So, papers?"

Phil nodded, "I guess discharge papers are a good of place to start as any. I do have them with me, but before you sign them, I have a proposition for you. Based what you have shared with us and what we have been able to learn from Hydra, it would be best for you to remain under SHIELD protection."

"I can't afford that," Stiles interrupted.

Phil held up a hand, stopping Stiles from continuing, "A select few have made it clear to me and my superiors that you two should be staying with them. And as much as I hate boosting Stark's ego, the tower is probably the safest place."

"Stark?" Stiles whispered, "As in Tony Stark?"

The older man nodded, "We would like to put you under protection at Stark Tower-"

"Avenger's Tower," Steve interrupted.

Phil rolled his eyes, "Avenger's Tower," he corrected, "until we are certain you are no longer in any danger."

"What?" Stiles asked, looking slightly dazed.

Malia smiled, seeming to buzz with energy, "When do we leave?" Stiles knew she was getting restless from being confined to the room, he was took.

Stiles flailed, "No, I mean, my dad would never agree to that." He frowned apologetically when Malia let out a small whine.

"But we would be safer," Malia argued, her facing darkening and smile melting to a frown, "We could get away from Beacon."

"Malia," Stiles said, the two men could hear the warning in his voice.

"You're doing better now," The woman continued, ignoring the look Stiles was giving her, "Stiles, you laughed."

Something broke in the other teen, causing him to crumble slightly. "I can't leave my dad," He said, turning back to Phil. "I should've contacted him sooner. He has a bad heart and I can't put him under any more stress. The nurse lady said that he was has been notified but due to this being a SHIELD facility, he wasn't able to actually come. I should - we should - probably get home."

Phil nodded in agreement, "Your father was contacted. I along with a few agents and the Captain here flew in to Beacon Hills to talk to him."

Both Malia and Stiles perked up.

"He was searching high and low for you two, had been going at it for a while from what I could tell. He was ready to fight for you," Phil said, earning a shy smile from Stiles. "I gave him the basics of what happened, though he seemed more concerned with your safety then the specifics. We explained the danger that both of you are still in, and though he was reluctant, he has given is approval for you to stay under SHIELD protection." He held out one of the stacks of papers, holding the paper work signed by the Sheriff. "Though he made it very clear that it was up to you." Stiles snatched the papers from Phil, flipping through them. "He want's what is best for you, and that includes you making your own choices."

"I believe his exact words were, I want my son to be safe and healthy. And I will do whatever it takes." Steve added.

Stiles snorted, eyes glossed over as he flipped to the next page, "That sounds like him," he whispered.

"We gave your father a phone that you can contact if you want to talk to him before you make any choices. It's a secure line set up by Mr. Stark, so you don't have to worry about Hydra or anyone else hacking into it." Phil explained.

"That's a lot of security for just me," Stiles frowned at both men. "I don't need all that, I mean, Hydra didn't find anything. There wasn't anything to find. Why would they come looking for me? The Avengers saved me, and thanks for that by the way, but isn't this all a bit much? You're the Avengers, and I'm just me."

"From our experience, Hydra is persistent and determined. We would rather take the precautions then risk your life." Coulson said. "We still don't know the extent of Hydra's interest in you, Mr. Stilinski." The man took a deep breath, looking between the teens, "I'll be honest with you both, there's no reason to leave you in the dark. From my calculations, Hydra should have killed you both a week before we even arrived."

"Coulson," Steve growled, but none of them paid him attention.

"Hydra was keeping you for something," Phil continued, "We don't know what and we don't know why, but until we figure it out, you would be safest under SHIELD protection."

Stiles let out a long breath and ran a hand through his hair, "Can I call my dad first?" he asked.

Coulson smiled, it was small but reassuring, "of course."

AUTHORS NOTES: I have two ideas of how this story can progress. I've laid the groundwork for both with this chapter, but from here it can go two ways. I've started writing a bit of both, so neither can be considered further along than the other. All that being said, I'm asking your opinions but at the same time I'm going to try and not give too much away.

Option A:
Stiles and Malia are taken again by Hydra. This option involves a few gaps in time and at least one chapter focused on Bucky. There will be significantly less family feels between Stiles&Malia and the Avengers, and Stiles&Malia and Beacon Hills Pack. It'll probably be darker and there is a chance of an unhappy outcome. Less Beacon HIlls over all, as they aren't as big in this option. Also there will at least be one chapter where Stiles&Malia aren't even there.

Option B:
Bucky now, not later. In this one, Stiles and Malia are not taken by Hydra, though they will make an appearance. This version will have ALL the feels... or at least more than Option A. Bucky is a big part of both stories, because that is how things are going to be playing out. Clint is a big part of this story, and less so in Option A. More of Beacon Hills gang in this option.

Option A or Option B?
(Also, if you can, tell me why.)
Or if you have questions or comments on either, let me know!
Also, if you want more about my options, or even want to be my sounding board, please let me know! I'm still struggling with getting these characters down, and I'm worried that they are all wrong.

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