Not Beta-read.

Someone somewhere offered to be my Beta and for the life of me I can't find out who or where that offer is. So I'm opening it up to anyone who is looking to help. I'm willing to have more than one person, because I know that you can't have too many people checking over your work. Before anyone offers just know that I work randomly, and will probably throw stuff at you randomly.

Coulson held out a Stark phone and explained that it was his to keep. It was more secure than his old phone, which was probably still locked away in evidence back in Beacon Hills. Stiles scurried to the bathroom, phone clutched tight in his hand. Malia, Coulson and Captain America – "Call me Steve" – waited around the hospital bed. Stiles didn't bother locking the door, he knew between the were-coyote, super soldier and Coulson, there wasn't really a point. They could easily break in and the nurse would probably blame him for the mess. She really didn't like him sense the whole Adderall incident.

He picked the only contact, John Stilinski. It rang three times before someone answered, "-iles" his father said, sounding half asleep.

"Hi dad," Stiles muttered, smiling to himself.

"Stiles," John sighed, sounding just as relieved as Stiles felt.

"Tell me something only my dad would know," Stiles demanded before he could catch himself.

A soft laugh echoed through the phone, "Like what?"

"I don't know. You turned down my idea for code phrases."

"Kid, you were twelve and just watched 'Attack of the Body Snatcher'. Which I told you not to do by the way. All it did was freak you and Scott out and cause you two to create an Alien Preparedness Plan."

"Dad, sense then we found out that aliens and werewolves exist." Stiles pointed out, he felt his chest loosen, a weight lifting. He missed this. He missed his dad. The banter was easy between them, it always had been.

"Well Kid, when you get back, we can figure one out."

There was a pause between them. Stiles took a deep breath, "Dad, do you want me to come home?"

"No – Yes – I want you to get better." There was a pregnant pause followed by a long sigh. "The last few years have been tough. You made choices, ones that I – that I get. I might not like them, but I understand. Ever sense your mom-"

"Dad."

"Stiles let me finish. Ever sense Claudia passed away, you and I have been a team."

"We still are." Stiles choked out. His chest hurt again, this time an old hurt from memories of his mom.

"I know Kiddo. But right now I want- I need you to focus on Stiles and not on Team Stliniski. You grew up too fast, and looking back it kills me how much time I missed stuck at the bottom of the whisky bottle." His father grew rough.

Stiles' throat went dry. Neither of the Stilinski men addressed the months John spent drinking after his wife's death. Where talk of Claudia was avoided, the months after was blacked out. It was a time that John barely remembered and Stiles pretended he couldn't. Remembering Claudia might have hurt, but most of the memories were happy.

"You took up cooking, the cleaning, everything. You stepped up when I couldn't and you've been there ever sense. But now, I need you to take care of yourself. The guys from SHIELD said they had specialists who could help you. The N-"

Stiles let out a choking noise.

"-thing hurt you, and I don't know how to help. I would give anything to help you. But I'm not going to force you to stay. If you want to come back to Beacon Hills I'll be here with open arms, but don't come back for me. Put yourself first, not me, not Scott, but you."

There was another long pause.

"Then when you finally figure something out, throw it away and do whatever Malia says." John's voice was light and teasing, cutting some of the tension between them.

Stiles snorted, earning a small laugh from his father, "She thinks we should stay," he admitted.

"I'm glad she's looking out for you."

Stiles smiled, bowing his head, hiding from the empty room and more importantly his reflection above the sink. "Me too. I'm apparently her human,"

"I though you broke up…" John trailed off, Stiles could hear the question.

"It's platonic. Thor called it Ehwaz."

"Thor?"

"Son of Odeon, god of thunder. Apparently no one appreciates his stories."

"Now that, I find hard to believe. Why would you turn down the opportunity?"

"That's what I said!" Stiles cried.

There was another moment of silence, far more reassuring than the ones before.

"I'm-" Stiles swallowed, "I'm going to stay. At least see what they have to offer."

"I'm proud of you, son. I'll be here whenever you need me; I'm a phone call away. You can come home whenever you want."

Stiles cleared his throat, "I should probably be getting back out there, Malia's probably getting worried."

"I'm surprised she hadn't broken in." John quipped.

Both Stilinski men knew she was listening to their conversation regardless of her not being in the actual room. "I love you," Stiles whispered, scrubbing at his face, fighting back tears.

"I love you too, son."

Stiles hung up, wrapping his arms around his chest. He let out a shaky breath, drawing himself together. He stood up, avoiding himself in the mirror and left the bathroom. He found Stiles waiting for him, reading through the paperwork that Coulson left behind. Her lips moved while she read, sounding out the words.

"Uuhh, Malia," Stiles drawled. She glanced up then went back to reading. "Where did they go?" he asked, flailing his arms around at the empty room.

"What does this mean?" She asked instead. She held out the papers, pointing at the word in question.

"Bona fide" Stiles read pulling the contract from her hands. " It's Latin I think. It means in good faith. This part is pretty much saying that they are putting faith in my dad not telling anyone who might be bad where we are."

Malia frowned snatching everything back from him, "why not just say that?"

"Not formal enough," Stiles offered.

Malia huffed.

"What happened to Coulson and the Captain?" Stiles asked again.

"They left."

"Yes, that I noticed," Stiles rolled his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Malia punched him in the shoulder. "They said they'll be back tomorrow for the stuff." She waved around some of the papers in her hands. "I think Captain America could hear you. He got all uncomfortable and red before leaving. Coulson left after, but I wasn't really paying attention."

"Busy reading?" Stiles smirked.

"Your dad wants you to listen to me." Malia beamed.

Stiles couldn't help but smile back, she was so proud of herself. He wasn't going to take that away. "I always listen to you," Stiles pointed out, "I'm listening right now."

Malia punched him in the shoulder and dragged him into bed. "Read this to me," she demanded. "Then sign it."

"Ma'am, yes Ma'am."

They woke up the next day and the paperwork was gone and a note was left in its place. They would be leaving the day after tomorrow at 1300 hours. It was unsigned. Below that was a 'p.s.' scrawled in a messier and loopy writing telling them they brought a two chargers and a second stark pad, both charging in the corner.

"Both?" Stiles echoed.

"This one's mine, Malia announced, holding up a Stark pad in each hand. She waved around the blue one on her right.

"No fair, how come you get first pick?" Stiles grumbled.

"It has my name on it," She flipped it around, showing her named carved into the back.

"Oohh…"

Malia and Stiles were reading to go at 12:45 with everything provided by the Avengers packed away into the bags brought in by Captain America. The bed was made, chairs moved back into what Stiles hopped was close to their original places. He was tempted to look into another room and check, but Malia seemed to know what he was thinking and dragged him to sit down. They sat there with Maila's tablet between them until there was a knock at the door.

Ironman, Black Widow, and Hawkeye showed up when they were released. It was the first time Stiles or Malia saw them in anything close to their uniforms, that wasn't from the internet.

Tony had the Ironman gauntlet on and glowing, and a suit worth more than Stiles' whole wardrobe. Natasha was in full Black Widow get-up. Her hair pulled back and guns strapped to her thighs. Hawkeye was in, what looked like, combat boots and dark pants, a plain white shirt with a bow in hand and quiver on his back. There was a Band-Aid on his cheek and two of his fingers were tapped together. Stiles realized that he might not actually know what Hawkeye for a uniform, because that didn't seem to protect much. Other than the archer's minor injuries, they seemed unharmed.

"You ready to go?" Clint asked in way of a greeting.

"You're the Avengers," Stiles answered. There was a pause as the heroes exchanged glances.

"Yes," Natasha said. At the same time Tony asked, "Are you still concussed? Is this some kind of delayed amnesia?"

"No," Stiles said, glancing at Malia who seemed just as concerned and confused as the three heroes. "Just, you're you," he gestured at them, they kept staring. Stiles took a second, letting his arms drop. Something flashed across his face, before falling neutral, then shaking his head. "Let's go," he said, at last. No one pointed out his smile was fake. Malia tucked her arm into his, each teen taking a bag for themselves.

Stiles gestured for the team to lead the way. They complied.

Tony took the lead, weaving through the halls as if it were second nature. Based on what Stiles was reading a few days earlier, Tony was the one to design the ship. The report was short, blocking out any specifics or detentions for what Stiles assumed was security reasons. It mentioned that they previous helicarrier, and subsequent damages from a previous attack. Any info was blacked out and for all of Stiles' searching, nothing came up.

Hawkeye and Black Widow took either side of the teens. Any person they came across dove out of the way. Various agents glared as they passed, some flinched, and others looked confused and worried. It took Stiles a while to realize that most of the anger wasn't directed towards him, but Clint, on his right.

He tried looking up more about the Avengers while stuck in medical. There was a brief description of each member, except for the two SHILED agents. The only thing provided was their code names and what the paperwork claimed was their actual names, everything else was locked. The access Tony gave him didn't seem to allow access. According to what Stiles could get out of Jarvis, anything more required level six security or above. Stiles didn't push it with the AI, but it did nothing to deter his curiosity. He wanted to know why Clint had the same broken look he saw in the mirror. It was one of the few things Stiles could remember clearly when he woke up in SHIELD medical. It didn't take much for Stiles to realize that something happened to Hawkeye, and that was the reason the Avengers had taken an interest in him.

Stark pointed out various details of the ship, ignoring all the lingering agents. Stiles missed most of it, and he was almost certain that Malia blocked him out. The billionaire either didn't notice or didn't care.

They arrived at the hangers, and Tony drew Stiles out of his thoughts with a flourish at one of the many ships. "Our ride," the man announced. "Ladies, gentleman and Hawk," Clint rolled his eyes and flipped him off. Some of the tension ebbed away from his shoulders in the process. "I give you the latest and greatest in Stark aerial technology."

"It's a ship?" Malia asked, interrupting the man. "Shouldn't it have wings?"

"They come out."

"Are you sure?" Malia seemed skeptical, eyeing the ship with mistrust.

"Just get on," Natasha stated. She didn't sound angry, just amused. Though her face gave nothing away.

They filed onto the ship, Tony grumbling on his way to the piolet seat. There was a silent exchange between him and Hawkeye before they got on resulting in an eye roll from the blond and quick satisfied smirk from Stark. His triumph was interrupted by a punch in the shoulder from the Black Widow. She and Hawkeye took seats along the wall, leaving Stiles and Malia to mirror them on the other side. An oddly comfortable silence settled between the four of them as the ship took off.

"Why were they mad at you?" Malia asked out of the blue, watching Clint closely.

Stiles felt guilty for being happy that he wasn't the one to stick his foot in his mouth. But then again, Malia probably wouldn't care even if she noticed.

Natasha hissed, face turning dark. Stiles and Clint just watched each other for a few seconds. Before Natasha could speak, Clint reached over and squeezed her arm. The red head stilled instantly, and after a moment she let out a long breath, anger fleeting.

No one offered and answer to the were-coyotes question, leaving them to fall back into silence, significantly tenser than before. Malia took the hint and didn't ask again, though she looked thoughtfully at the other duo's interaction.

Stiles wasn't sure how much time passed. He dozed off after a few minutes of watching his hands. He came back too when they landed with a shake. His breath caught as he panicked from the lack of time. Malia pushed in close, counting their fingers, whispering into his ears.

Stark burst from the piolet seat with a triumphed smirk. He faltered when he saw the teens, but powered on. "How was that for flying?" he asked.

"You would have to tell us," Clint interrupted the tension of the room, "Not like we can see anything from back here."

"Turbulence?" Stark shot back, "plus we have been over this bird brain, windows would weaken the ship."

Clint shrugged as if saying 'still," and let himself off the ship. Natasha followed with a halfhearted hidden smirk.

Stark turned his attention towards the teens, ignoring his teammate exit. "You kids ready to go?" he asked.

Malia nodded, dragging up a still shaken Stiles by the elbow. Stark didn't ask, but swooped in to grab both of the bags before the teens could do so themselves. "Follow me chickadees." Stark shot over his shoulder.

"I'm pretty sure baby coyotes are called whelps," Stiles pressed close to Malia for support, following after Stark. "Maybe pups."

"Potato, tomato."

Authors Notes:

As of right now I'm going with option B, but with some changes. It was the obvious winner, but as many people pointed out, that doesn't mean I have to completely give up on what I had planned for option A. Just a slight warning to you all, Bucky isn't going to be there RIGHT away, but interaction between him and Team Ehwaz (aka Malia and Stiles) will be much sooner compared to option A. But for maximum plot I have a bit of ground work to set up first. I'm thinking two chapters before everyone meets up, but we will have to wait and see. There is going to be 15 chapters if I follow my plot-out. I want to start updating sooner, but I've made the same promises before and I never follow through. But please know, I am going to try.

How is my character work? This story has been hard for me to write because I just don't know if I'm getting these characters correct. I want to do them justice. I know this concept can turn out pretty freaking amazing, but I don't want to mess it up. I'm not confident in my writing and these guys.