mischief and sarcasm

road trip and a prick

stiles sat on his bed, watching the minutes tick by on his old alarm clock. he bounced his leg up and down. got bored and began pacing his room. it went on like this for another hour till finally the go ahead blare came from his clock. smashing the silent button stiles picked up his one backpack and left his room.

in the backpack had all his savings, a couple knives just incase, a large bottle of water. two sets of clothes, a small stuffed dead pool figure, a small medicine box with anxiety, caffeine and ADHD meds alongside more bandages, plasters, antiseptic cream and spray, tooth brush and tooth paste, finally his iron bat that was doused in wolfsbane.

stuffed in his pocket was his wallet, jeep keys and a small road map, not that he had any direction or idea on where he was headed. just, away from here. he'd fried the circuits to his original phone so no one could track him, and now he was heading down the all too familiar stairs of his home.

last night stiles hacked into the governments database and removed any knowledge of his existence, even going as far as to access S.H.I.E.L.D. data and remove it too. he gaped slightly at the kill count under his name. definitely not accurate, it's like they just picked a random number between 1 and 250 then said fuck it and went for 300.

it was no secret stiles was smart, admittedly he was smarter than he let on so it was unlikely he would be suspected if anyone realised his existence was nonexistent as far as the government was concerned. at least stiles hoped he wouldn't be suspected.

unbeknownst to anyone, except stiles dad, stiles was a literal genius. countless times his dad had told him to do something with his mental abilities and stiles always denied. where's the fun if everyone knows?

stiles stepped down the creaking floorboards, quietly as if there was anyone in the ouse to wake up.
he stopped at the bottom, his fingers grazed the blue paint slowly peeling off from neglect. he looked around the living room. it's as if he could see his father sitting there watching football, or showing him a photo album his mother made.
stiles walked into the kitchen. his memories projecting his father making breakfast, him and his dad burning a cake that was for his birthday. singing together to sweet caroline at two in the morning.

by now tears were threatening to spill. hastily stiles walked out, still limping slightly from the day before. the burning sensation on his back was keeping him awake.  covering any surface, door knob and drawers with wolfsbane stiles left. hopefully with that stuff the pack would take a little while before actually finding him. if they cared at all.

he shut his front door with finality in the air.
getting into his jeep he let his shoulders slump. no. he needed to keep going.

as if his heart was connected to the house he felt it beginning to shatter as he drove away. hopefully that was the last time he would ever see that place.

darkness still encased the town. a soft glow was beginning to rise on the horizon. stiles sped up, soon passing the sign to leave beacon hills

"finally"
stiles muttered.

then he just kept driving. the sun eventually making an appearance as he began his journey to anywhere.

a few hours ago at stark towers

"pirate what's this all about? i could be working on something actually useful right now"
tommy groaned as he flopped down onto one of the meeting chairs.

steve rolled his eyes at his husbands antics and turned to face fury.

the rest of the avengers arrived half an hour ago, tony, to no ones surprise was fashionably late.

"well stark, maybe you would know if you were hear on time"
fury stated

"ugh save it for some students, i don't have time for your sass"
tony sniped back.

fury grumbled under his breath before speaking

"as i was saying, there's a boy, around 17 who has wreaked some havoc in a small town called beacon hills, it's a necessity we take him down as soon as possible. his name is stiles stillinski, he has been involved in a number of police investigations as well as killing many people including his own father. we have reason to believe he possesses a strong power however this unknown force is yet to be confirmed. i need you to find him and take him down"

"so- and correct me if i'm wrong your highness- your asking the a v e n g e r s to take down a 17 year old boy based on a hunch you have about some power?"
tony asked getting a light slap on the arm from steve.

"could we see his file, see if there's anything we're looking for?" steve spoke up, ignoring tony's previous statement.

"yes rodgers, here"

nothing came up. -person not found- fury was pointing to a screen of nothing. he hadn't seen this yet. tony burst out laughing.
this pissed off fury who turned to see what was so funny.

where was stiles's file..
fury was left speechless. they had seen it no less that an hour ago. how was it gone??

"search every where for a boy named stiles stillinski, and stark, no you're not being sent first. we have 10 S.H.I.E.L.D agents following him right now."

tony was still in fits of giggles

"you- wheeze- lost -wheeze- the potential -wheeze- threat to humanity's file. wow. that's so stupid, are you not the brains of this operation? might wanna rethink that"

fury gave tony a death stare and stalked out before barking
"find him. now"

what a prick tony thought before promptly leaving

cause these r all drafts imma end up posting half this story lmao