Teen Avengers- Teen Wolf/The Avengers Crossover AU

Chapter 1- Shots

Author's Note:

Hey Guys!! It's Fanni, and I finally wrote a fanfic inspired by one of my favourite edits that I had to make for an edit contest (which you can check on my instagram at sourwlf <- same user as on here *wink* *wink*) where I had to make a teen wolf crossover, so I chose the Avengers and somehow this fanfic was conceived. (Shoutout to illuminated_kitsune on ig for hosting said contest)

Anyways, I will write a description about who is who's child at the bottom of the chapter but let's see if you can figure it out before making it to the bottom! Enjoy chapter one..

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Stiles laid on a luxurious white leather couch, body sprawled out in all directions, inside the Avenger's tower. He flipped through the pages of the latest People magazine, catching up on the mundane drama of society. His dark eyes scanned over the subtitles, "Is Beyonce pregnant again?", "Kylie Jenner turns 18", "Royal family goes out on a picnic!".

The boy yawned in boredom,amused by the unimportant events. After all there were more important things in the world, like saving it. Which his father, Iron Man, always did. And because of that, Stiles had gotten used to the high end lifestyle, and he was in fact surprised to find that his own name had not been mentioned in the now long forgotten magazine.

The adolescent boy's mind zoomed out of focus, no longer interested in the glossy book. He stared aimlessly out the giant window panes. protecting the room from the cool outdoor environment, letting his genius mind wander off.

Then, with a sharp "clang" the french door's barricading the room burst open. Only to reveal a fierce looking Lydia walking into the spacious chamber. Her long fiery red hair tamed into a slick ponytail, pin straight, that bounced as she strutted her hips. She dressed in all black, leather from head to toe, revealing all the girls flawless curves.

Lydia looked down at Stiles' inelegant reclining position. Hands on her leather clad hips and asked, "I'm sorry am I interrupting something?"

Stiles' eyes met her unapproving gaze, a smirk rising up at the corner of his mouth, "It's all right, I was waiting for cleaning service," he said, swinging his long legs around the couch, rising from his spot.

"This might finally give you the opportunity to become a maid," the boy said, "maybe something that you might actually be useful at." The red head rolled her eyes, unaffected by the comment.

"Why weren't you there for training today?" she asked him.

"Miss me today did you Widow?" Stiles responded. Only to receive a bored deadpanned look from his companion. He smiled knowingly, "If you must know, I decided to take a break. The suit can take care of me anyways."

Lydia scoffed, "Of course, 'the suit," she added with sarcastic quotations,

"What are you without your armour anyways?" she asked while glaring at him.

"A genius." Stiles added in a chipper tone.

The girl looked up at him and replied,"You're not a genius, your father is a genius. But you? You're just a rich boy. And that's not going to do you any good when you don't have your fancy technology to back you up," she stated, pointing a long lacquered finger at his chest.

The boy stared at her with daggers, and Lydia knew her comment was a slap in the face for him. Stiles had always hated living in his family's shadow. Constantly asked about his 'father' 'what his father was doing' 'his grandfather's legacy', so everyday he would try to prove that he wasn't them. That he was his own person. But the media rarely noticed his rebellious attempts, his life still continuously revolving around his family.