Stiles wasn't planning on tripping. He definitely wasn't planning on healing.
When they were walking back, Stiles—being the clumsy kid that he was—tripped on his own feet, then fell down into a huge drain that was big enough that when Stiles fell, he broke his ankle and grazed his elbow. Well, he probably broke his ankle because he landed on his right ankle, putting his entire weight on that thing. Which was a very idiotic move.
"Ow!" Stiles yelped.
Tony and Bruce looked at him from above. "How did you—"
"I told you," Stiles said. "I'm a tad bit clumsy."
"A tad bit?" Tony asked. "Get up."
"I can't," Stiles said. "I kinda broke my ankle."
"Great job," Tony sighed.
"We'll carry you up," Bruce offered.
Stiles nodded. "Thanks. Grab my hand."
And then when he lifted up his hand, his ankle hurt even more, and then he wished that it would just not be broken.
Then his ankle healed and he was able to climb up to the surface on his own. He sighed, remembering the book. Should a Spark wish hard enough, they can heal themselves.
Well, it technically didn't say that. But whatever.
Bruce looked at him. "You okay there?"
"Yeah, I feel great," Stiles said.
"Didn't you say you broke your ankle?" Bruce asked.
"Well, uh..." Stiles squeaked, "I didn't?"
"You're a bad liar, you know," Tony said. "We all saw you heal your elbow, too. That was pretty obvious."
"How about this: we pretended this didn't happen and I'll do something for you," Stiles said.
"Okay," Tony said. "You can tell us the truth."
"Anything but that," Stiles said.
"You can tell us how you just healed yourself," Bruce said.
"Anything but both of those," Stiles said. "Ask me for money. Anything, really."
"I'm a millionaire, Stiles," Tony said. "I don't need money."
"Uh," Stiles said, thinking of what else they could ask. He was stumped. Money can buy anything nowadays. "God damn it."
Bruce smiled at him. "The truth or the healing?"
"They're related, actually," Stiles said. "But if I told you, you're going to tell all your friends."
"We'll tell S.H.I.E.L.D.," Tony said. "But no one else. The Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D."
"That's a lot of people," Stiles said.
"Then we'll expose it to the internet that you have healing powers," Tony said. "Your choice."
"Fine," Stiles said. "But I want to meet the entire Avengers first."
"Deal," Tony said.
***
"Can't believe I'm looking at the Avengers right now!" Stiles squealed.
"You saw all but one of us before," Natasha said.
"That's not the point," Stiles said.
"Truth and healing?" Bruce reminded.
"Oh yeah," Stiles said, sitting down. "But remember—it's not my fault if you don't believe me. I'd be happy to live in jail anyway."
"Who says that?" Clint asked.
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Never Easier (TW/Avengers)
Fanfiction(COMPLETED) Stiles is kicked out, so he decides to leave Beacon Hills. But when he does, he's a potential criminal. The Avengers are after him, and he has no where to go.
