New York

The Whirlwind Kid

Notes:

Ah hello, so if some of you don't know this story is a re-write of the original story that was posted back in 2018, so yeah the storyline is the same yet made better? I don't freaking know but it's different and better. lol.

Anywho enjoy!

:)

Steve's POV:

(hehe) = oblivious Steve and I'm laughing at it. :)

It's been a few weeks since I've been down that alleyway. I was called into the S.H.I.E.L.D. building a few times, apparently, something happened in Mexico, but when I offered to go, I was shut down pretty quickly. Furry said two agents could handle it. And I guess that makes it not really world-ending huh. (hehe)

So here I am walking the world again. However, oddly enough no one is following me. I wonder if they are short-staffed considering people flew down to Mexico. Well, it just meant I didn't have to lose someone who wasn't there.

So taking the newfound freedom, I decided to go on a run, maybe a few laps will take the boredom out of my mind. I've been back and just been told to wait for something that might not happen. So I just jog around central park. It's a part of my home that didn't really change, there's still trees and winding paths that lead every which way. It felt nice also with the breeze that cooled the air and it was a relief to the sun. Overall it was a nice jog. I did 3 laps totaling about 17.3 miles. I slowed to a stop near a vendor and got two water bottles and sat down on a bench.

There were a few people on the bench and older man feeding birds down at the end and younger women near him having a, what seems like, pleasant conversation on the phone. Then there was a kid sitting on the floor in front of the bench surrounded by textbooks, though none of them were the same, studying I think? His face seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it at the angle he was facing.

I just continued drinking my water and people watching for a bit. As I was getting to leave the kid got up and started closing textbooks and shoving them in his bag. And he turned to me catching me staring.

He smiled,

"Oh hey, your Steve right?"

I nodded, now remembering where I met him.

"Yes and your Stiles, Studying?" He pauses looking down at his bag full of books.

"Uh no actually just eh researching something for my friends back home. I thought the park rather than stuffed up in my small apartment." He laughs and puts the bag down and sits next to me.

"So what are you doing in the park?"

I look at my clothes and I realized I'm not sweaty at all,

"Oh, I just ran some laps and decided to take a break." I see his eyes move up and down my body and I guess he's doubting my running from lack thereof sweat. (hehe)

He just nods in the end and asks,

"Want to get a coffee? Ah, I meant as friends, cause we are friends, I mean I could be assuming cause this is the second time I meet you. And maybe you hate coffee or you are on a diet. Ahh not that you need one, no you definitely don't need one. Uh no, I'm rambling, uh coffee?" He said.

I'm so confused and I only caught half of it, but I assume he was asking to get a coffee, and I really have nothing else to do.

"Sure coffee, though I'm not quite sure what you were saying in between asking?"

The kid just shakes his head telling me to forget it. And he walks in a direction blushing, because of something. I get up and follow, and we head to a coffee shop just out of the park. It's one of those new places that I'd never walk in alone but Stiles seems at ease in there.

We both order coffees and sit down and just chat about mundane things. Stiles tells me he's going to Brooklyn College and he moved here from California to get out of the small-town life. And how he currently working in this very coffee shop, just not today obviously, to help pay student loans. I tell him that I was sick in the hospital for a year and I'm finally all better and is just catching up on things I missed out on. At least that's what S.H.I.E.L.D. makes me tell my neighbors, should they inquire about my past. We continue to just sit and pleasantly talk even after our coffees are done.

But as Stiles was telling me a story of how he stole his dad's car when he was little once and his phone rings. Some song plays and he looks annoyed at it.

But he still picks it up,

"Scott, what's wrong now?"

he looks tired, I get the feeling this Scott calls him a lot.

"Why would I carry that with me? I don't even play baseball, it would be weird to just carry a bat with me dumbass."

there was a pause then,

"At home was different I needed it all the time and everyone was used to it by then .... Scotty my man I'm not at my place right now."

There was a loud sigh from Stiles,

"Fine, I'll tell Peter too, you know he lives here too. You could have just called him. It seems like more of a 'him' thing."

Stiles finally hangs up and turns to me with an exasperated frown,

"I gotta go. Sorry but duty calls." he looks upset about having to get up but does it anyway.

"No problem if something important happening its good to deal with it,"

I said and Stiles smiled a bit.

"Yeah thanks, anyway, If you wanna meet I work here weekends and Mondays so just stop in and say hi."

Stiles waves as he says bye and walks away.

It seems whirlwind was the perfect thing to compare Stiles to since I'm always left in the dust of his speedy life. Anyway, I threw out my cup and went back home, I passed by an old antique store and found a few cool things that I bought and overall had a pretty good day.

:)

Notes:

Stiles and Steve's Friendship? develops? :/

Thanks for reading :)