Spidey and the Wolf

The Execution (of the plan)

a/n: got you there for a second didn't i? ;) TW: Blood, fighting, descriptive descriptions of wounds/gore

Previously:

Learning of his many strengths and conquests, and most important of all...

his weakness.

"You guys ready to kill a destroyer of many worlds?"

All the Avengers plus family looked at each other and nodded.

Then Steve stood up and said, "Avengers Assemble!!!"

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Stiles nervously hopped from foot to foot, muttering to himself about how he should never have agreed to be the bait. Guaranteeing his bat to be given a makeover (read: layered with vibranium) was something he just simply couldn't refuse. He has a temporary one right one now though, that's made of metal. It's MJ's.

And so here he stood in an open field far away from civilians, waiting for Erebus to show up. In the middle of the night. When it's dark. Did he ever mention he doesn't like the dark. He can just imagine Lydia's cute little smirk if he ever told her that- Stop it!! Get ahold of yourself. You're supposed to BAIT!!! Concentrate on looking vulnerable and sad. Yeah.  Back to the plan, man. Hey, that rhymed! Imma poet and I didn't even kno- stop. it. Focus. For Lydia. 

For Erebus is right. It's nearly impossible to kill something such as him. Key word: nearly. 

He shifts again. Should've brought a jacket. 

I just hope this works...

cause if it doesn't...-

I could lose them, Scott and Lydia

-we're all doomed. 

With a cherry on top!!

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Lydia watched Stiles nervously, trying to remain calm herself. Strong. She was a banshee for goodness sakes. Still, she nearly jumped when someone sidled up to her, only letting herself take a deep breath and smooth down her leggings when she realized it was Mj.

"He'll be fine. He's a tough loser." Lydia turned her head but Mj wasn't looking at her. 

"I wasn't worried." She said primly, and with a twist of her lips. Honestly emotions and other affections that weren't of the sexual kind were still awkward for her, still felt icky and hard. They seemed so easily shown by other people, affection given with such ease and relaxed smiles. She only felt truly at ease when Stiles and her were alone, without anyone else watching. That's when she was able to truly relax. She didn't have to be any different than what she was. Because since the beginning, Stiles had always seen the true her. Not the dumb air-head she had pretended to be. He saw her underneath the masks and layers, and the haughty air of indifference she carried around with her. He saw her. That's why she loved him.

Mj, oblivious to the thoughts roiling around in her head, only gave her her usual smirk and tilted her head, before leaving to take up her position.

This better work... She thought.

Turning to watch Stiles again, she tried to ignore the twisting, roiling creature of unease in her stomach. She couldn't loose him, if it didn't. 

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Villains always had weaknesses. You might miss it the first time around. But it was there. You just had to look carefully.