mischief and sarcasm

painful betrayal

stiles woke up to muffled chatter coming from a distant room, he rubbed the sleep out his eyes and checked his watch. he frowned at the numbers 5am. who was up?  he looked out the window to see a relatively quiet city. this really was weird.

stiles you need to leave

what no, it's probably just peter and tony.

stiles trust me, leave now.

fuck you, it's fine so stop freaking out.

he heard void sigh and rolled his eyes, who knew a evil spirit could be so sassy.

stiles crept to the door, patrick let out a soft coo, stiles motioned for him to shush and the pigeon did so, he tucked his head in his feathers and drifted off to sleep again.

stiles put his ear against the wall and strained to listen.

"he's not stable enough to stay up here"

"don't sugar coat it, he's untrustworthy."

"so, are you sure this is all true kid?"

as he listened he grew increasingly concerned what on earth was this all about. when he heard the next voice his stomach dropped, ice trickled down his stomach.

"yeah, he told me okay?"

peter? stiles eyebrows furrowed. what did he tell peter?

"and what's it called again?"

"nogitsune"

"right... we need to contain him"

stiles was growing increasingly confused.
he didn't tell peter about his nogitsune, he only told loki but loki knew for a while, and spider-man... stiles eyes widened. of course it was him. he mentally slapped himself for being so stupid and for letting his guard down which he will never do again.

now is not the time for self pity. move.

stiles sighed but did so, he carefully shoved everything he had in a bag, then wrapped prick up and stuffed him in his coat before he creeped to the window and slipped out, catching himself just before the pavement.

he hurried down the street, keeping to the shadows. stiles hated himself for ever trusting them, a mistake he was sure to only make once.

back in the tower

"so, his weakness is whatever the cuffs were made of and the stuff around my building?"

"yeah mr. stark, he said he couldn't hear void once he was in them"

tony nodded and looked up what the handcuffs were made of.

"fucking silver?"

natasha rolled her eyes
"you seriously had handcuffs and your tower built out of silver?"

"along with multiple more durable substances but yeah, it gives it flare"

natasha had a bored look on her face and tony just shrugged her off.

"we need to go grab stiles"
he muttered

"now hold on a second"
piped up bruce

"i think we're jumping to conclusions and making impulsive decisions, if stiles was malicious he would have done something bad by now. we are all here and in tact, along with everyone else in new york who's met him. why now are we placing him prisoner again?"

tony looked at him like he was dumb

"from what the kid says, he has powers he didn't show us, he can turn invisible for fucks sake. not to mention particle manipulation and blue energy... we know nothing which means he poses a significant threat to us. if he decides he's had enough of the good guy act and the 'nogitsune' or whatever it's called comes out to play, we are all royally screwed. so yeah, we need to contain him before he makes that decision. i'm gonna go fetch him now, when he comes in you all need to pounce on him so i can handcuff the kid"

he got a few half hearted nods but quite a handful of the avengers had left, not wanting any part in this.

tony walked out, a few moments later he walked in without stiles.

"he's gone. shit he must have heard us"

peter swallowed, maybe this wasn the right call. he thought tony should know because he wanted to keep new york safe and as much as he enjoyed his time with stiles. he was unstable and as far as he was concerned, stiles was a hazard and a threat.but a nagging thought persisted, stiles had trusted him and spider-man with this information. that trust is gone.

"i want a search party out now. he cannot slip past us"

tony yelled storming out. he was so done with this.

-

stiles sat in the shadows of the rooftop, patrick was sleeping soundly on his legs. stiles allowed himself to drift out of consciousness for a moment only to be awoken moments later by the sound of webs.

stiles snapped his eyes open and focused on turning invisible. after a few seconds spiderman landed on the roof. stiles was fuming and filled with anger but didn't move.

"stiles?"

he didn't respond

"stiles i can sense you"

he still didn't answer but got up slowly and headed to the edge of the building. he was facing peters back and moved further away from him. peter turned around.

"stiles please, can we just talk"

stiles clenched his jaw and although he couldn't see it he stared daggers at him.
then he dropped off the edge, he sunk into the ground and moved enough dirt out the way for a small cubby hole. he set patrick down again and sat there in the dark.

stiles pulled out his phone, turned his vpn on and used his flashlight to find his mask. once it was secured on his face he finally breathed a sigh of relief. that was short lived as an endless stream of thoughts brutally attacked his brain.

where was he gonna go? why did they believe peter? could he convince them otherwise? who could he trust? what was he supposed to do? etc. and stiles didn't have an answer to a single question, he was well and truly fucked.

stiles placed his head on his knees and sobbed quietly. he had nowhere to go and no one to trust. what was he supposed to do?