Stiles Pov:
I got out of the med room after about a week. I was so happy because I honestly hate anything that reminds me of a hospital. Bucky has moved into Stark's tower and Uriel has moved in with Logan. It was probably better for everyone that Uriel did that because, whenever I turn around I would find them making out... I don't think I could handle that anymore. Mason and I are moving our stuff into our rooms in the tower meanwhile the guardians of the Galaxy have decided to leave but Groot and Rocket decide to stay and have a bit of a break from Quill.
"Bucky do you remember the time we went to Coney Island," Steve asked as Bucky leaves to his room and shuts and locks his door.
Oh, yeah... one more thing... Steve has been trying to get Bucky's memories back but in the end, it just pisses him off and he shuts himself in the room.
I sighed and turned t Mason.
"Can you help me put some of my stuff away?"
"Sure." Mason
"Hey, Stiles are you ever going back into the mercenary game?"
I sighed. "I would but I am trying to get the public to like me or ignore me, I just tired of running and frighting hydra." I told him with a sigh
"I know that isn't the thing you actually wanted to ask me, Mason so just ask your question."
"Stiles what did you see when Wanda messed with your mind?" asked Mason
"I saw half a memory."
"Which one?" asked Mason
"That's the thing Holland."
"I don't remember," I told him truthfully
He looked at me concerned.
"Well whatever it is, I sure you will figure it out, you're the smartness person, I know."
"What about Tony?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow
"We can both agree that Tony is a few arrows short of a quiver."
"I heard that," Tony tell Mason
"You were meant to Asshat."
"No need to be so savage." Said Tony putting his hands up in surrender
I burst into laughter... Something tells me that this sense of peace isn't going to last long.
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Like Father, Like Son
FanfictionAfter the death of Claudia Stilinski {Stiles's mother}, Noah {Stiles's father} blames his son for her death. He becomes so lost in his own grief and pain that he doesn't notice his own son has left their little home in Beacon Hills for a better life...
