mischief and sarcasm

family supper

everyone lay on the sofas, staring intently at the movie, they started on shrek, watched every one including the puss in boots ones before moving onto harry potter. stiles made them binge watch them after finding out not a single avenger had even heard of this. he asked if they were living under a rock, captain america asked if being frozen counted.

they were on the goblet of fire when the pizza finally arrived it had been... waaaay too many hours but none of them cared, they were just super hungry.

soon they were all fully engrossed in eating pizza and drinking pepsi. stiles had taken a few bites before giving up, soon he felt two eyes on him.

he looked around to see loki staring intently at him.

he wants you to eat something

i have

eat more you're supplying food for two people

how do you know he wants me to eat

he knows what we are, he knows we need nutrients

fucking fine.

stiles glared at loki before eating few more bites, loki subtly motioned to eat more. stiles rolled his eyes before finishing a slice, that seemed to reassure loki because he stopped looking. however another pair of eyes were boring into his head.

stiles eyes landed on a softly glowing red pair. wanda.

she is trying to get into your mind.

what the fuck

she can't

can i let her see some of it?

if you wish.

stiles concentrated hard and opened a small part of his mind up and welcomed wandas presence.
he allowed her to see the bitterness of his past and the problems he faced at home. he didn't reveal anything about void or his powers but the memories alone seemed to strike a cord because stiles felt her presence swiftly leave and tears threaten to spill in her eyes.

sure his past was a bit of a sob story but at least one person now knew. stiles went back to watching harry swim with some merpeople. he looked around the room, the avengers were cuddling on sofas or just generally being close, stiles felt a pang of sadness hit him, this reminded him on the pack heavily. the comfort the scent marking. everything. suddenly stiles felt super guilty over what he had done to hawkeye. he never meant to hurt the guy.

stiles made his way to the kitchen where hawkeye was. he placed his hand on hawkeyes shoulder.

"hey sorry about earlier that was... rude? i guess"

hawkeye grinned.
"naw it's fine. totally my bad"

"for me flipping you over. don't think that's your fault."

"okay fair enough"

"bro hug?"

hawkeye grinned and wrapped stiles in a hug. it's felt nice.

hawkeye pulled away and gave stiles a pat on the shoulder.

"let's go watch more wizarding crap"

"hey don't be rude about the all time classics"

eventually the movie was over, most of the avengers were fast asleep aside from loki, bruce and tony. stiles slapped his hands dramatically, earning an eye roll from two of them.

"welp, i better get back to my  cell"
he mused, popping the p. bruce nudged tony and gave him a stern expression. tony sighed exasperatedly

"no kid, come to peters room, he won't be back for another few hours anyway and there's two beds for when his best friend visits anyway"

stiles beamed at the idea of an actual nice bed.

"lead the way good sir, oh is it okay with him if i sleep there though?"

tony shrugged
"i don't know, you'll find out based on weather you woke up there or tied up on the roof"

stiles gulped, the second situation didn't sound very fun.

tony began walking off, not bothering to see if stiles was following, eventually stiles did catch up to him.

"wow your strides are weirdly large, bet you were doing it on purpose"

tony let out an amused chuckle but didn't shorten them.

eventually they arrived outside a door. tony opened it and signalled for stiles to walk in.

"umm make yourself at hom, all that bullshit, night kid"

then tony shut the door again. leaving stiles slightly annoyed and in the dark. he fumbled around the walls for a while before letting out a sigh.

"where the hell is the light switch?"
he asked himself, the lights came on like magic.

"shit how the fuck- ohhh FRIDAY- hi friday"

"hello mr stillinski"
a voice responded from the room.

"just call me stiles"

"okay stiles"

"so this is peter parker's room?"

"yes"

"is he okay with me in here?"

"i shall alert him that you are."

"okay cool, so do i take either bed?"

"wherever you prefer stiles"

stiles shrugged, and collapsed onto the closest bed. it had spider-man coverings.

void you won't possess me if i sleep right?

no stiles. i won't.

i swear to god if you do i'll kill your myself

good luck with that dumbass.

stiles laughed a little and lay down, he connected his earphones to his device and listened for any scheming from natasha. all clear, they were still sound asleep.

with that out the way stiles drifted into unconsciousness.