A.N

HEY so this is probably a crazy stupid idea, but i like it! i'm still new to all this but i thought i may as well give it shot considering i love Teen Wolf and The Avengers so much. i hope you enjoy reading this and feel free to point out any errors i make because like i said, i'm new to this.

oh and i have decided to base it around season 4, but everyone is still alive because i didn't like them dying xD

"Ok just because you got all your cool transform into a wolf thing going on, does NOT mean you're the boss of me" Stiles exclaimed walking closer to the werewolf. They were at a pack meeting in Derek's loft or as Stiles described, his 'wolf cave', where they all usually met.

Boyd and Erica sat close together on the floor leaning against the wall, Stiles was pretty sure they had a thing going on since they were always together. Ya know? Like how people who have a thing going on hang out? Scott, his best friend, sat with his arm around Allison on one of the brown tattered sofa's, they were defiantly an item. Malia sat with Kira, both girls occupied by their phones clearly not wanting to get involved in what was about to go down. Lydia stood arms folded trying to look unimpressed. Isaac, the dumb headed beta who Stiles didn't particularly care for, stood stationed slightly to close to Lydia for his liking. YES he still liked Lydia, it was hard not to though, she was perfect in every way. What? He'd had a crush on her since third fricken grade he wasn't going to give up after 10 years when his original plan stretched to 15 years. And of course, stood towering in front of him, was the big bad wolf himself. Derek Hale. The 'roughest, meanest, and scariest' werewolf around. Oh there used to be Derek's uncle Peter… but he did sorta loose his position in the pack when he tried to kill his best friend, Scott, who is in fact the alpha… Peter is slightly less intimidating than the blue eye nephew who seemed to enjoy pushing Stiles around, but still held the title of creepy psychopath in Stiles mind. But HEY it's the Hale family, what was expected?

Everyone sighed stepping back slightly knowing what was about to happen. Stiles and Derek often had disagreements. No one ever interrupted also knowing that was a pointless move. Stiles found entertainment in messing around with Derek. Sure it could one day end with him having his head ripped of because he was 99.9% certain the Hale hated him, but Stiles wasn't afraid of him.. Ok maybe he was a little, but not the point. The arguments normally ended with him being hurt, the werewolf seemed to take amusement with that and make a point out of it.

"Really? I don't know if you noticed, Stiles, but we have bigger issues here, we could all be under a potential threat, and you're annoyed at me bossing you around?" Derek replied folding his arms and pointing his brows downwards. Derek wasn't the type that had a lot of patience, which was unfortunate since he was now arguing with the one person who would try his patience.

"uh yeh" Stiles replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world " and we don't even know if there is a threat… all we know is that Isaac saw something in the woods that spooked him" Isaac shot him a look.

"Are you saying I was lying?" Isaac fired standing up. Typical, now he had two werewolves to deal with, as if one, huge, badass, slightly scary one wasn't enough. Ok did he just describe Derek as badass? Never again shall that thought cross his mind… but Derek did have the cool leather jacket thing going on.

"uh" Stiles said scratching his head. He didn't think Isaac was lying.. he just didn't think what Isaac was saying was completely accurate. All they knew was what he had told them. Isaac said he had been alone in the woods heading towards the tree borderline when he saw the clouds change in atmosphere. He then described that they had become stormy. Next thing he knew was he was being thrown back by lightning and lots of crashing sounds. When he looked up all he could see on the ground was a strange circular marking filled with lines forming a Celtic pattern. Stiles had requested a photo of the marking, but being the idiotic werewolf who calls himself Isaac, never took one. Who walks around in the middle of the night when it's this cold out anyway? Must be a werewolf thing… "Well, I don't think your lying…" he started

"Stiles" Derek warned earning him a glare.

"Look, you're doing it again," He snapped "you're not the alpha Derek" approaching the werewolf once again.

"Doesn't stop me from punching you" Derek growled lowly. Stiles took that into consideration and made sure he was out of punching radius before he continued. Hey he had lots of bruises up his arms from Derek.

"yeh well nothing ever does" he glared.

Derek's eyes narrowed "maybe this time you will actually remember" he growled taking a step forward before Scott slid between them as an attempt to interject and stop the hot head from mass murdering Stiles.

"Derek I know how much you would love to hit Stiles right now, but we need him" The alpha said and Stiles could tell Scott's eyes were shinning slightly red. He loved it when Scott did that, it reminded him of Cyclops from X-men… ya know, minus the destruction and lasers. Oh maybe it could be like some cool merge of Jean Grey and Cyclops since Jean can control people and all, like how the alpha can control its pack. Well Scott could control most of his pack, after all, Stiles was human and un effected by his devil eyes and actually terrifying howl.

"yeh, you need my awesomeness" Stiles shouted over Scott's shoulder at the annoyed Beta. Derek's expression made Stiles burst into laughter which was soon silenced by a look from Lydia who obviously wanted to either leave, or hurry the discussion on. But even her death glare couldn't stop the smirk on his face. He never won against Derek so this was an achievement. Of course Derek was never going to EVER let him get away that easily with it, but Stiles wasn't going to ever let the werewolf forget it.

Not wanting to suddenly let the tables turn he retreated and sat on the other side of Malia which was probably a bad choice considering she was his ex… Peter's daughter…. Derek's cousin…holy crap he dated Derek Hale's cousin and is still alive. Having never realized that before he didn't realize he was staring at the coyote. Oh god, please say she didn't get the wrong idea from that… However Malia just gave him a slight glance before turning back to her phone making Stiles sigh in relief. She seemed to be playing a game. When he saw what game, it made his grin widen more. It was his old favorite, Angry Birds. Trying not to look anymore he turned away.

"now that you two have stopped arguing like a bunch of idiots" Lydia snapped her voice raising slightly "can we please focus on the task at hand?" she pleaded. Stiles nodded still smirking widely as he sat lazily on the sofa. Lydia two years ago was like the sun. She had people orbiting around her; some were so close it burned them, and some were so far they were the coldest they could be because they wanted to be closer. The lucky ones were in the perfect distance to feel her warmness and live with her peacefully. In one way or another all the people that met her felt attracted to her. She was the brightest person you could ever meet.

And Stiles? well, in her little system, he was Pluto; a strange, little cold planet that no one wanted around the sun, but who oddly was spinning around her in circles, in the opposite direction as everyone else.

And how would the sun notice Pluto if everyone else just said to that little planet that it would never be big enough or close enough to form part of her system? Well, the jack ass who never made Stiles have the proper confidence to go up to Lydia was Jackson... Jackson Whittemore.

Hah, how things had changed, after Jackson had been the Kanima and been saved by Stiles, Scott and Allison, he left town. Lydia then made a closer relationship with them and joined the pack. Looks like Pluto got closer to the sun than anyone ever thought he would.

"Maybe it was just a coincidence?" Boyd imputed dragging Stiles out of his thoughts. He tended to get lost in his mind. Hey he was a ADHD kid, he had the attention span of a fruit fly. A drunk fruit fly.

"Maybe.. but then again its Beacon Hills" Stiles said lazily, he wasn't really listening anymore as he was occupied by the lace of his famous red jacket that had gotten him through many… how should he put it… dangerous situations and not been torn to pieces.

"And you pointing out the obvious is helpful?" Derek snapped.

Ready to face the werewolf again he lifted his head devilishly "Please tell the negative committee which meets inside your head to sit down and shut up" he said plainly "and me pointing out the obvious would be that Isaac wasn't actually hit by ordinary lightning since Lightning is somewhat lazy, and will take the shortest path, striking the tallest object which would be the trees in Isaacs scenario. That is why lightning strikes lightning rods, they are conductors and the tallest things around. The lightning rod diverts the electricity into the dirt, where it is harmless." He finished with a yawn.

"Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view." Derek said with a sarcastic smile and narrow eyes.

"Actually that's a good point, Stiles is right Lightning hits the tallest object so it's confirmed not to be natural" Kira said backing him up and earning herself and smile and a wink.

"it's a very good point" Stile elaborated

"What about the markings then? Wasn't that a good enough clue to it not being natural?"

"Can you remember the markings at all?" Lydia asked Isaac who shook his head apologetically. Typical. Isaac looked guilty though, his backbone seemed to have all the willpower of a dead snake, he sagged, he drooped, he slouched, almost like he was trying to draw himself away from being all the attention.

"Should of taken a photo…" Stiles said trying to keep back another grin but seemingly failed. He was ignored by everyone.

"then we have to go back" Scott concluded after a pause. "you remember where it is?"

"yeah" Isaac nodded. For a supernatural, Isaac didn't seem to possess much confidence. Which was understandable due to his past.

"okay then we go tomorrow after school." He stated and most of the pack nodded and moved from their positions preparing to depart. "Everyone meet back here" Stiles got up and took his phone out and found at least one hundred missed messages and calls from his dad. His eyes drifted to the time. 10:30. Shit. He was supposed to be home at 9 since that's his curfew. Panicking he started at a run which led to him tripping over his feet and landing face first on the cold stone floor of the loft. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he rolled over and jumped up as if nothing happened.

"how did you even manage…" Derek started

"oh I'm fine don't worry" Stiles rolled his eyes "thanks for the concern thought buddy, means a lot" he joked putting his hand on his heart before darting out careful not to fall over this time.

He skipped almost every rustic step on the way down before crash landing into the bare parking lot. It looked haunting and unwelcoming, the air was crisp and bitter. Dim streetlights cast blurry shadows that could only just guide him over to his vehicle. This was defiantly not a place to be after hours. Derek had once described hearing screams and gunfire around here but Stiles was pretty sure he was just trying to scare him. Panting he raced over to his trusty jeep and almost slipped on the ice coated pavements, at least it wasn't snowing, still didn't change the fact it was freezing. Not to mention the wind that pushed against Stiles allowing the cold to run under his clothes and wash over his paler than usual skin. Lets not forget how badly it was messing his hair up, it must look like a mop that died or something. But Stiles had to remind himself it could be worse, much worse and fumbled around with his keys. It was proving to be a difficult task getting the right key due to the shaking of his hands, he wished he had been smart enough to bring a coat and gloves. Sometimes he forgets he doesn't have abilities like Scott who rarely gets cold because of his super-duper werewolf powers. Shutting out the cold he thought about bigger problems he would have to face. What was he supposed to tell his dad this time? He licked his chapped lips as the cold air slapped against his red tinted cheeks and tried to think of an excuse. His dad had just gotten over him going to Mexico on a camping trip and not telling him which wasn't exactly true… he just left out the Mexico part. Maybe he could say he was working on a school project at Scotts house? Yeh his dad likes Scott so that could work.

Finally he got the right key and unlocked the Jeep, good he was literally going to freeze to death if he stayed out here any longer, what was it? October? Is it even aloud to be this cold around this time? He didn't even have words in his vocabulary to describe the temperature properly. It had ever been this cold in Beacon Hills. Before he could get in the jeep a voice rang through the air making him jump and pull back.

" It's a bit late for a teen such as yourself to be out here, don't you think?" someone said. Stiles spun around meeting a tall man's blue eyes. Slowly he realized he was still on the most dangerous side of town and this guy could theoretically murder him. The man didn't look from this part of town though, he looked… like he had just attended a funeral, or been fired from his job as a lawyer. He wore a very dark green suite, matched with a tie and white shirt under. The outfit neatly tied together despite the wind battling to corrupt it. His hair was jet black and he had obviously used gel to hold it back behind his ears. It was longer that Stiles', but still looked tidier… who really had time to do their hair properly anyway? Well apparently this guy. The man's nose was the star of his face, and not in a good way. It stuck out like a pinch of clay fashioned into a beak. It was arched, but not in a regal way. He looked like a carnival mask painted in fleshy tones "it's dangerous around here, wouldn't want to get hurt" he said again. His voice was… calm… but Stiles knew it well, it sounded slightly recognizable and untrustworthy. Much like his eyes, they reminded him of something he couldn't quite figure out just yet, they had a mischievous glint in them, maybe it reminded him of his own? No this guy had venom in his eyes as well.

Stiles sniffed as the bitter air scrapped against his frost nipped nose "yeh well it's a bit late for you to be talking to a teen such as myself don't you think? Some might get the wrong impression" he retorted quickly picking up his wit. The guy didn't respond, confusion was beginning to sweep over him so deciding the man was shifty he edged his hand behind him trying to grab the bat on his front seat. Stealthily of course. The man cocked his head to the side still stood in a formal position.

"you'd find it a lot easier if you turned around and picked up the bat" he said making Stiles blink and retreated without the bat and wrap his arms around his thin shivering frame. A small smirk tugged at the man's lips before he spoke again. "I mean you no harm, I just wanted to get a good look at you…" he said casually approaching and scanning him.

"Because that's not at all weird" he said sarcastically now changing his plan of getting inn the jeep and slowly trying to make his way back to the loft without slipping or tripping or carrying out any of his clumsy actions. "so does that class you as a pervert? Because you will seriously get your ass kicked if you try anything" he said trying not to let panic slip through his voice. He was creeped out officially. Unlike his friends, he had no crazy supernatural power, so if this man attacked him, he had a very good chance of dying. Yes, dying, and he didn't plan on doing that until he was at least over 50 and married to Lydia with 3 kids, a kick ass job and being filthy rich. Part of him said that plan would never happen, but he still liked to dream!

"your different from what I expected…" he muttered still walking closer and apparently inspecting him. Stiles was also analyzing the man whilst planning his master escape exit, which was pretty much run for his life into the loft. Technically the guy hadn't threatened him.. But he was creepy as hell and Stiles had enough experience with creepy to last him a lifetime. Ok so what was he? Werewolf? No they were much more… aggressive. This guy looks like he would be a vampire, he's got pale enough skin and the whole mystery thing around him. Stiles had never encountered a vamp before, he didn't actually know if they were real, but if werewolves did exist then who knows. Perhaps he was something more familiar… a Banshee? Most likely not, speaking of Banshee's were was his? Shouldn't Lydia of sensed he was in trouble? Maybe she was caught up and just didn't sense it, or maybe he wasn't in danger. Maybe the man was human. But then again humans are dangerous as well, take the Argent family for example.

"sorry my standards don't meet your criteria, now I'm just gonna goooo" he said turning to sprint into the run down apartments first floor but was stopped as the man appeared in front of him by the door in the same formal position. Stiles stood mouth open gawking. He looked over his shoulder and pointed at where the guy once was, and where he had essentially teleported to. It took him a second to realize he could no longer get in the building. Get to the safety of his friends. "Oh crap" he sighed under his breath letting his shoulders sink.

"you are..Stiles Stilinski? Am I correct?" The man said still blocking him but not looking very on guard, more like he was brooding over something.

"h-how do you—" he started fraying his brows and squinting at the man in confusion " who are you? what are you?"

He was ignored "but, you're a teenager… a..loudmouth teenager…" he trailed of in thought and confusion. Why was he confused? Stiles should be the one confused.

"and you're a creepy, freaky, stalker who I have surprisingly met someone like" he exclaimed " and they ended up in a nut house by the way" he added. "oh and by the way this teenager just so happens to be the sheriff's son" he had already assumed the guy was supernatural and being the sheriff's son didn't seem to shift their choices, but it was worth a try.

"oh really?" The man said finally showing emotion towards Stiles "are you sure about that?" he grinned. Soft, white pieces of frozen water started to slowly fall to the ground, great so it was snowing now. It matched the man's frosty features anyway.

Stiles stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets trying to find some form of warmth "what do you mean?" He huffed watching each of his breaths as more and more heat rose with puffs of white vapor. Apparently this guy wasn't cold even in his thin suit which puzzled Stiles further.

"well.. you'll just have to do… you look like you wouldn't survive a slap to the face, but I guess I can't question why your were chosen..." he said with a shrug totally ignoring Stiles questions much to the boys annoyance. Stiles vividly remembered Peter saying that to him as well. Obviously it was a distant memory as he was... Possessed by a evil Japanese spirit… Wait the nogitsune, it had almost the same look in its eyes as this man. Fear suddenly crawled onto his face even though he tried to hide it.

He gulped, ok this man couldn't be the Nogitsune because they trapped it and hid it where no one could ever find it, plus why would the Nogitsune come back to him anyway?

"wait what" he said " chosen for what?" this time his voice shook. Stiles didn't like to let himself show weakness, but last time he was chosen for something didn't end well.

"all will be revealed in time" the guy said mockingly whilst leaving his post by the door and walking towards Stiles. Once he was stood face to face, his chiseled jaw lifted into a half-hearted grin.

"I s-swear to god you come any closer and…I have friends… " he stuttered trying to work out what was happening but, for some reason his mind was going blank and fuzzy, like something was blocking his thoughts.

"What? The werewolves? The kitsune? The hunter?" he grinned more looking at Stiles' expression of creeped out and astonishment.

"don't forget Banshee… " Stiles added but then nearly slapped himself. No helping the enemy...

"of course not" The guy replied casually "how could I forget, the girl you've loved since third grade" Stiles stiffened "yes Stiles, I know nearly everything about you"

"o-ok d-defiantly stalker" he breathed through chattering teeth and slowly coming to a conclusion he swung his arm up for a full blown punch directed on the man's sly face. Stiles soon discovered his limbs had become strangely stiff, his fingers numb from the cold and he realized his feet hurt painfully as they were also numbed by the chilled air. The man caught his fist with one swift movement inches away from his face without even flinching or blinking. But something did change, like his body reacted to danger, the color of his stalkers skin transformed from a pale white, into a deep blue. Markings covered his face, they looked like healed scars. His eyes turned a red color, not like Scott's eyes did, his stalkers eyes were plain, old fashioned, evil. However, the guy just kept that stupid grin on his face. cocking his head to the side again he looked at stiles fist in curiosity. Then came pain, lots of it. Under the man's grip his wrist started to have waves of pain electrocute through it. It felt like his wrist was getting frozen leaving a burning pain. Stiles let out a cry in surprise. What was happening? Did this guy have some strange freezing power? Probably not vampire or banshee then.

"well that was not very nice" he scolded and kept a firm grip on the boy as he struggled now regretting his decision. "if you were wiser, you would of predicted that was a bad move" he said dropping his grin and twisting Stiles hand making him yelp and turn into a defenseless position. "I thought you were smarter than this, you're the plan maker, the one that always figures it out." He mocked and Stiles glared helplessly at him.

"w-what do you want" he whimpered. Strange to think he was having such a good time earlier…

"that's a new tone, what happened to all the sarcasm from earlier?" the man joked again

"what happened to the 'I mean you no harm'" Stiles grumbled trying to ignore the pain in his arm.

The man grinned "I like you" he said holding of a laugh. " and in fairness you attacked me first…" he argued playfully

"Douche" He spat which didn't prove to be a good choice on words when his arm was twisted more. He yelped and blinked back tears. He was not going to look like a cry baby. With a heart beating so fast he was surprised a werewolf in Africa couldn't hear it, he wracked his brain thinking of a way to get out of the situation.

"I guess I'm lucky really, I mean, compared to your friends, you are the weakest. So that should make this job a lot easier" he said reaching for something on his belt which was mostly likely going to be nothing good for Stiles. His friends. They were still in the loft, how had they not heard him? Ok they are probably occupied… wait they said they were leaving? Are they having a secret meeting without out him? Oh he would be angry except this could possibly save him.

He looked at the man "screw you" and then took in a deep breath and screamed as loud as he could. His plan must of worked slightly as the man seemed taken back and he released Stiles' arm a little. Stiles surprised himself by how high pitched the scream became. He pictured himself being Lydia, his scream making everything shake, people to cringe at the ear bleeding noise. But in reality it was just the scream a frightened teenage boy.

Taking the opportunity he pulled away from the freak and sprinted behind him into the building… well the sprint turned more into a stumble. Scrambling around the corner way to fast he crashed into Derek's chest knocking him flat on his back. Groaning he looked up at the disproving but worried look of the wolf. "DEREK oh thank god" he said in relief.

"Stiles?" The Beta said, he could tell something was up the way Stiles acted.

"a guy, I think he just tried to kidnap me, he's out there" Stiles managed still panicked and pointing towards the door between gasps for air.

Derek's claws grew and he cautiously walked out. Stiles waited and cradled his throbbing hand from where it had been hurt. He listened for the sound of fighting, but it never came. After a couple minutes the werewolf came back looking puzzled. "Stiles no one is out there" he said.

"b-but h-he c-couldn't of g-g-gone far- he was wearing a suit—t-t- where is everyo-one?" Stiles worried realizing none of the pack had come down with Derek. Did he really not matter that much to the group? Wait why would only Derek come down to aid him?

"Stiles, they left hours ago" Derek said quietly. Stiles froze, that's impossible.

"I was stood by the door the entire time- they couldn't of left" he stuttered. He never saw them leave... and they would of helped him right?

"they left hours ago, I was asleep until I heard you screaming" Derek said standing above where stiles was still sat on the floor.

"w-what time is it?"

"3am" He said. Stiles left at 10:30… that was almost 5 hours ago, how is that even possible. He was only talking to the man for about 20 minutes. "Stiles are you ok? You don't look so good"

"m fine.. but the man- tried to take m-me" he mumbled suddenly feeling a sweep of tiredness blow over him.

"There is no one there… and.. I don't think you were there either, I would of heard you outside my loft" Derek said softly kneeling by the boy.

" b-but I was-I dont understand, maybe yur stupid wolf ears messed up" he mumbled looking up at Derek who had a complete look of worry and pity on his face. Normally Stiles would of mocked him but he didn't have the energy.

"Stiles your face is blue, do you realize tonight is one of the coldest nights of the year?" Derek said worriedly

" dajavu m-much" Stiles tried to joke but soon came to terms with what Derek meant. He had been outside for 5 hours apparently in the freezing cold. He most likely had caught a bug and was lucky he didn't die of hypothermia. Now that he thought about it, there was still a chance he could die of hypothermia which panicked him as he realized how cold he actually was. His muscles ached and refused to move anymore as if frozen. He hand no real view of his face but could guess the color of it by looking at his pale hands tinged with a light shade of blue. His hair was a mess and his fringe had fallen in his eyes slightly allowing him to see light snow flakes speckled across his dark brown hair.

He decided to try get up but only got as far as sitting up straight before his mind started swirly and he fell back into his uncomfortable position against the stone wall. Wincing he sighed and brought his legs closer to his shivering form and hid his head in them. Whether it was for warmth or for Derek not to see him so helpless he didn't know.

Derek was still for a moment before he made a move by scooping Stiles into his arms and walking up the stairs. Stiles let out a croaky yelp still rather panicked and then tried to protest and wriggle out but he felt drugged and sick. "wha a-are you—do-oing" he could of sworn he saw the beta smile.

"Well I didn't think you would want to pass out on the draftee stone floor of the building" the werewolf barked making Stiles smirk.

"awh you do care" he mumbled before passing out like Derek said he would.