Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Fifty-one: Sergei Kravinoff

Wednesday, September 26th

"So, who's this guy I'm supposed to meet?  And why is he in the plains of all places?" Stiles asked, scratching at his stubble as he was flown by Coulson and a pilot to where he was supposed to meet his new trainer.

"He's a hunter by nature.  Renowned for his tracking and combat skills."

"So how is this supposed to help me with my powers?" Stiles raised an eyebrow as he removed his jacket, already feeling the heat.

"He's more adapted to your powers, since you're a mix between a werewolf and a spider."

"I'm more spider than a wolf though."

"Doesn't mean it can't still apply in situational aspects.  I have a good feeling you'll understand your powers a bit more by the time he's done with you in the next couple weeks."

"Couple weeks?!" Stiles asked, shocked that he was going to be in Africa for more than just a day.

Coulson gave a him a smile, turning to look at his datapad which Stiles could see it was the footage of the comatose Captain America in a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility in Manhattan.  Stiles was hoping that by the time Cap woke up he might be there to lighten the load.  That or they might require some extra manpower that way the super soldier didn't cause any chaos in the facility.

"I take it he's still under?"

"Yes, as of right now he's still under, and medical staff are still assessing his injuries and vitals.  When the Valkyrie went down it appears that the Captain suffered some minor injuries from debris of the crash."

"How long do they think he's going to be out?"

"Unsure, could wake up in a few minutes, a day, a week..."

"So, like my father?" Stiles asked, lowly as he stood up seeing the plains come into sight.

"Yes... like your father." Coulson frowned, putting a hand on Stiles' shoulder.  "He'll wake up, I'm sure of it."

"He better, because I don't know what I'll do to the people responsible if he doesn't." Stiles growled as his hair fell in front of his face.

"You might wanna get a haircut when you get a chance."

"I don't care about a haircut."

Coulson raised an eyebrow, sensing how Stiles' attitude had changed since they had picked him up that night he broke into the police precinct.  Stiles was slowly getting angrier with each day, and losing sight of himself.  His appearance was matching that, and Coulson had to admit, there was going to be a hellish storm coming when Stiles found the people responsible for the robbery.

"You bring your equipment?" Coulson asked, changing the subject, to which Stiles shook his head.  "Why not?"

"I'm still working on the new web shooter design, with some heavy improvements, and my suit's destroyed, so I'm working on a new one.  I'm sketching something up in the lab.  Actually, hand me your datapad."

Coulson did so, and Stiles pulled up his file and brought the hologram out showing the make up of a new suit.

"Wow."

"I'm working on a design, but I don't know.  I want to keep the red, that's all I know.  Any ideas?"

"It's your choice, Stilinski.  Not my idea to give.  If you're going to use this suit as a symbol, then it needs to be the symbol you create.  I see great things in your future, you know... for your age, you've accomplished a lot."