New Heroics (Stiles X Captain America)

Chapter 2: Approved

Stiles nervously tapped on his knees. Agent Phil Coulson cleared his throat after what feels like eternity. "Mr. Stilinski, might I remind you of the first thing I've said on your orientation."

"Do not be a hero." Stiles said, slumping on his seat. Then, he suddenly sat forward. "But lives are on the line. Civilians are getting hurt. Someone has to stop them."

"You're right. And that is the Avenger's job. Not yours."

"Captain America, would have died if I didn't do something. You would have done the same." Stiles looked straight and met Phil's eyes. "In fact, you actually did the same."

Phil smirks. "And I literally died for it."

"But would you do differently if you were given the chance?" Stiles asked.

Phil looked down at his chest and then looked back up at Stiles. "No... Would you?"

"No." Stiles said without hesitation. He would do it over and over again.

"Surrender your badge." Agent Coulson instructed.

Stiles flailed on his seat. "Wait! I thought we had a moment there." Stiles said.

"We did." Phil said, smiling. "But you proved to me that you are unfit for this job-"

"Really. So I'm fired."

"Yes." Stiles slumped frustrated on his chair. "And no-" Stiles is confused.

"Am I getting fired or what?" Stiles asked impatiently because this is just getting frustrating.

"Mr. Stilinski, if you would let me finish."

"Okay. Shutting up."

"Based on my observation and reports from other agents, I have come to a conclusion that your talent and skills will go to waste if we keep you in your current position. This isn't the first time you disobeyed your SO or run off from you SOP. And based on your character evaluation, I will not be surprise if you do it again. Hence, I am offering you a transfer to a unit that will better fit you." Stiles exhaled, relieved.

"So where am I getting assigned?" Stiles asked, excitedly.

"Do you remember who brought you in?"

"How can I forget? He broke into my room."

"We've been talking..."

"Should I be afraid?"

"What? No. Well... it depends."

"Now I'm scared." Stiles said.

Phil fondly smiled at him.

"As I had said, Agent Barton and I have been talking. We've talked about you. Had done some research. You've been holding out some vital information from us, Mr. Stilinski."

"I have good reasons."

"I must admit, most of it are speculations. Half of it we don't even understand. But from what I can gather is something happened in your town. Something of supernatural in nature. And you are in the middle of it."

Stiles heart was pounding. He tried not to let it show that it bothered him. But he couldn't stop his magic from surging through his body, agitated and ready to defend. He forced himself to relax because this wasn't just about his job anymore. This was going somewhere that would hit home. He needed to be alert if he ever needed to protect his pack.

Stiles sat straight, drawing his stature as imploring as he can. Magic crackled under his fingertips. His magical restrictions come undone all on its own. Anything lifeless inside the room begun to float. Agent Coulson watched his pen floating up in the air. "Where are you really going with this? Because I'm telling you right now, if you ever think of hurting my dad or my friends, they've done nothing wrong. I'll do anything to protect them."

"Calm down, Mr. Stilinski. I am just assessing if you will meet my criteria."

"Criteria for what?"

"Criteria for a reassignment."

"Oh." Stiles said. He relinquished his hold on the space of reality. And he heard crashes all over the place. Some even outside the room. Stiles cringed guilty at the noise. "Sorry. I'll fix that."

Stiles waved his hands and everything moved back to their proper places and he mended the broken ones.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but you and your friends protected your town from supernatural threats and dangers."

"We did. We still do. But not as much as before."

"Is it because of your... magic?"

Stiles nodded. "Partially."

"I understand. There are things you cannot share. We all have secrets. Sometimes it's safer to keep the public in the dark." Phil said.

"Sometimes, it's necessary." Stiles said. The other man nodded like he understood the need for secrets.

Agent Coulson pulled out a folder from under his desk. Stiles eyes widened. Avengers Initiative. The agent opened it. It contained his files. Then, he stamped on it with big capital letters.

APPROVED

"Stiles Stilinski. You are recommended for the Avengers Initiative. Now the choice to join them is in your hands." Agent Coulson proclaimed. He closed the folder and pushed it to Stiles. "Should you decide to join, please defer to Captain America or IronMan for your future involvement. Although I am SHIELD's liaison to the Avengers, I hold no authority over you as I had hold no Authority over the Avengers. I am just an assessing body. In terms of your work, Mr. Stark generously offered to take you in and find a more suitable line for you."

"What just like that?" Stiles asked, unbelievingly.

Phil smiled at that. "The truth is someone already recommended you. I don't think even the Director could refuse such recommendation."

"Who in the right mind would recommend me?" Stiles asks even more confused.

Agent Coulson smiled even wider. "Why don't you go to the Tower and find out?"

Stiles squinted suspiciously at Agent Coulson. He was wearing that look, a look that something will jump on Stiles and scream, "Surprise!!!". And after everything he had been through, Stiles was wary of anything that surprises him.

Stiles slowly takes the folder and opened it. He didn't break eye contact with the Agent until he needed to read what was on his file. There were the usual stuffs, they even got his real name right. But his skills were blurry at best. How could someone recommend him as an Avenger? May be an agent of SHIELD. But Avenger? Really.

"Okay... I'll think about it." Stiles said but Stiles had already decided. He promised his Dad he won't get in to trouble but that never really works out. How will he explain this to the pack? Derek would probably have a hissy fit when he finds out.