Never Easier (TW/Avengers)

Heal (Edited)

Stiles stared at his hand in amazement. There was no frickin way that actually worked.

Then Tony burst into the room. "What did you do?"

"What do you mean, 'what did you do'?" Stiles asked.

"You hit your hand on the table," Tony said. "I think you know the rest."

Damn it. Tony saw the whole thing. "That's very inconsiderate of you," Stiles said. "You said I could have my privacy!"

"What, you thought I would actually give that to a potential killer?" Tony shot back.

"Don't be so dramatic," Stiles said. "What did you see?"

"You healed yourself," Tony said.

Stiles shrugged. "Humans do that. What's wrong with healing? It's a good thing."

"Yeah," Tony said. "But you healed extremely fast. Not as slow as a normal human would."

"Okay. Just saying," Stiles said, "I admit I hit my hand on the table extremely hard. But healing quickly? I didn't do that."

"Where's the bruise then?" Tony asked.

Stiles looked confused. "What bruise?"

"That one on your hand," Tony said.

Please tell me the healing thing goes both ways. It didn't. Unless Stiles wasn't concentrating hard enough. "I didn't get a bruise."

"You did," Tony said. "Don't play dumb. I saw everything."

"Well," Stiles drawled, "I didn't see anything you saw. And I saw it in real life."

"One more lie and we'll give up getting answers from you," Tony said. "We'll throw you in jail."

Tony sure knows how to threaten people. "But you don't have proof, do you?" Stiles asked.

"We have enough," Tony said.

Stiles's confidence wavered. "What do you have?"

"We know you put the bomb in the Sheriff's office," Tony said. "We also know you shot your own coach."

"That wasn't me—" Stiles paused. It was you. You did it. Stiles shook his head. I didn't. The nogitsune did that. The voice spoke again—and it sounded just like Scott's. And you didn't fight it, did you? Stiles's eyes watered. I did. The voice snarled, Not hard enough. "It's complicated."

"Doesn't seem all that complicated to me," Tony said.

Stiles decided to tell a part-truth. "Someone tricked me into doing it."

"How?" Tony asked.

"He dared me to make the bomb," Stiles lied, "to make it look harmless. I thought that after that he'll dismantle it. But he just took it and told me that he'll do at home. Then he left, claiming his mother called him."

"Who is this 'he' you mentioned?" Tony asked.

Stiles shrugged. He debated on saying Scott McCall, but decided against it. He didn't want his best friend in trouble. Or former best friend. Maybe he could use a fake name—the one he always used. "Miguel. Miguel Juarez from Mexico."

"Stay here," Tony said. "Leave, and we'll send the entire S.H.E.I.L.D. against you."

"Jeez, am I really that valuable?" Stiles asked. "I'm not hard to catch."

"We sent five trained agents for you, and you knocked four of them out," Tony said. "I'm not taking any chances."

"Why're you suddenly so harsh?" Stiles asked. "Man, I thought you were cool."