AN: Sorry for the wait! i spent ages on this chapter and i'm still not 100% satisfied with it... more like 99.2% happy with it. But you all have such lovely reviews! thank you so much i literally love you guys. And i have decided on a ship i think. mwahaha. Angst, heartbreak and betrayal is to come. maybe. you'll see xD (yes it's 2017 and i still use the xD face don't judge me)

TONY POV

"Tony?"

Snapping back into reality Tony found that he was still kneeling down on the metal grounding of the ship, knees beginning to ache from being pressed against the metal for so long. In his arms lay Stiles, passed out from exhaustion, skin contoured a pasty white, mouth hanging slightly ajar displaying the tips of his teeth.

The blueberries he'd been munching merely two minutes ago had turned sour rather than sweet.

Blinking several times angrily at the ground to avoid directly staring at Stiles, his vocal cords finally began functioning again "Somebody take him" he croaked out stiffly, hands instinctively tightening around the fabric of the smaller boys clothes as a visual juxtaposition to his statement.

Cautiously, Clint walked over and bent over to do as asked, sending Tony a questioning glance which he distinctly ignored, then the bowman took a leap of faith and gathered Stiles into his arms carefully and hurried off. The empty space in Tony's arms when Stiles was removed instantaneous got invaded by a surge of cold making shivers dance up and down his spine.

He'd recognized Stiles almost immediately. He'd recognize that ridiculously clumsy stance anywhere, that untamable spidery brown hair, those whisky colored eyes… Thor had been holding a very pissed off teenager. More frighteningly, his very pissed off teenager.

Now, Tony had flown into battle being ironman more times than he could count, he'd get thrown to the ground, beaten, and the impact could knock every wisp of air from his lungs forcing him to lay there struggling to inhale. To do anything. Sorta similar to when Pepper was angry at him as well.

That's how he felt right now.

Okay. Thought process activate again, please.

Tony's mind seemed to be a numb void of nothing at the moment, all he could comprehend was that A. Stiles was on the ship, and B. He shouldn't be on the ship. The shock factor of those two things had him gaping like a fish at the empty space, throat dry and breath scratching against it irritably.

After probably completely freaking out the team by having a panic attack he was quite content to just sit here for the moment and for once not think so logically. His panic attack was perfectly justified in his opinion. Seeing Stiles was somewhat overwhelming, after all, last time he encountered the kid Claudia graphically threatened that if he ever showed his face to Stiles again she'd shove his ironman armor quite high up where the sun don't shine. She was… an interestingly terrifying woman who he dare'n't cross. Chitari coming through a giant hole in the sky? Sure what ever. Claudia? Ot even on his best days would he dream of pissing her off.

Hushed voices were whispered behind him which seemed to kickstart his mind that without missing a beat began stringing together all of the information he knew for a fact. Stiles should most definitely be anywhere but here, that was for certain, Stiles had been exhausted and hurt, the team saw Stiles, he'd seen Stiles, Stiles saw him, Stiles was part of his bloodline. Stiles was in danger. Stiles was an idiot who attracted to much danger. Fury was gonna kick his ass.

"Has he finally gone off the rocker?" Clint said in a not-so-hushed voice. Apparently he'd been sat for so long Clint had already returned.

"No." Tony spoke for the first time in ten minutes sounding somewhat sane. Shaking his head he wobbled onto his feet and tried to dismiss the nauseousness swelling in his stomach right now. "i'm just peachy"

"Stark, you best explain what the hell that shit was all about!" Fury glared at him with crossed arms, clearly unimpressed with Tony's previous behavior. "This is a professional facility, I will not have you breaking down like that again unless you can offer me a damn good explanation and trust me, it better be damn good.'

Steve pinched his nose in irritation at Director Fury, seeing how Tony's shoulders slumped at his statement. The soldier knew his colleague was not notorious for letting his emotions fly out of control in front of other people, therefor there was a valid explanation for this and Fury getting his pants in a twist about it was not helping anything.

Tony collected himself and determinedly tried to mask his anxieties, mind still recovering from his panic attack he'd just experienced. "Who's got my blueberries?" he asked, voice still sounding an octave higher than it should do, purposely ignoring Fury who only got more angry. "No, seriously they were like $4, top kind, Crazy Jack Organic type, you know the brand?"

"Stark" Banner persisted, leaning back against the table and also folding his arms, concern lacing over his features.

Letting out a heavy sighed he proceeded to rub his face tiredly, the gravity of the situation catching up with him. At this point he was at a crossroad, tell the team or keep them in the dark, although the second option was evidently going to take quite a bit of work considering Stiles was here already and they were talking about running tests on him meaning eventually they would find out his DNA and genetic bloodline. Thats another thing, tests, what the hell was going on? Why was Stiles here in the first place? This was the last place Stiles should ever be.

"Last I checked you didn't have a phobia of teenage boys" Clint commented wittily, shoulder resting against the wall "Now I know they smell a little and are practically radiating hormones but that's no reason to be shaking in your boots-"

"Shut up" Tony snarled "Look it's a long story, alright?"

"You know the kid?" Steve asked, cocking his head to the side. Ah, somebody asking a smart question at last. Maybe the team wasn't as hopeless as he thought.

Humored, Tony snorted a little, yeah he knew the kid. "i suppose one could say that..." he trailed off, it was now or never, should he tell them? "i… he's..."

"..Yes?" Nick prompted him to continue, loosing patience.

"My son. he's my son." Tony let the foreign words roll from his tongue with ease, biting the bullet and deciding to just jump in the deep end. The team would find out eventually anyway.

Silence reigned for about thirty antagonizing seconds. You could hear a pin drop.

"...what?" Clint's mouth had fallen into a perfect 'O' shape. Figures.

Steve breathed a chuckle and his eyebrows rocketed "you have a son?"

"i know, shocking isn't it?" He snarked back, not entirely liking the secret being so out in the open. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness tried to take the reigns, something he wasn't entirely familiar with. With that, he decided that he needed to sit down, and quite possibly needed any strong form of alcohol, but for now the leather chairs in here would do.

"The Starks are very involved in this organization here and up till now I was led to believe that we had every name in the Stark bloodline logged into our databases. Now how be it that there Is not a single record of that kid? The staff here are very thorough with intel gathering so, humor me, Stark. How'd you do it this time." Fury interrogated further. That guy, seriously had no chill switch.

Clint nodded in agreement "Yeah, how did you manage keep something this big a secret for so long? That kids gotta be what… 16?"

Clearing his throat and leaning back in his leather chair to remain clam he answered simply with "Peggy"

A dark shadow overcame Fury's eyes at the mentioning of Peggy Carter. "ah, I see."

"See Fury, no you haven't just kidnapped any kid you've kidnapped Starks kid" Steve quipped smugly, standing by his previous point that kidnapping is very very wrong.

"No wonder he was freaking out..." Tony grumbled, pinching his nose again. He could al but sense the headache brewing. Great, what a wonderful reunion with his son. The team fucking kidnapped him.

"Technically speaking Thor kidnapped him" Bruce replied defensively, giving the god a pointed look. Oh for the love of- those two seriously had to work out their issues.

Thor sent Bruce a betrayed glance then guiltily turned back to Tony, taking a dutiful step forward "Man of Iron, you have my deepest regrets on this action but I held no intent of kidnapping your offspring, I assure you that my motives were purely to protect him. You seem distressed at me bringing him here but I deemed it the safest place for him, given the circumstances."

"What are the odds that out of every person on the planet it just so happens Loki targets him?" Natasha commented idly.

"Statistically...approaching zero." Clint continued "coincidence in this case is unlikely."

"Ok, somebody run past me again what the hell is going on and why Loki is involved with Stiles, who might I add has had no contact with me his entire life and as far as i'm aware all connections I ever had with him were severed." He demanded, rubbing circles on his temples to try tempt away the headache.

"Stiles?"

"That's his name"

"you're son is called… Stiles Stark?" Bruce huffed a chuckle.

"Stilinski"

"What?"

"Stiles Stilinski. That's his last name. And no, I did not name him, his mother did. Actually for that matter Stiles wasn't the name on his birth certificate, it's just a nickname he goes by."

"Right."

All eyes returned to Thor "My brother is led to believe that your son is capable of exerting a great amount of power, from my understanding. I'm afraid I cannot tell you his intentions or what he thinks to be worthy inside of your son."

"Well he's a Stark" Clint shrugged like it was a casual thing, scratching his neck awkwardly "i'd feel pretty worthy if I were a Stark"

Tony snorted judgmentally "yeah, keep dreaming birdbrain. Right, so let me get this straight, you're brother, the deranged demigod who has previously been known to attack earth with an army of aliens, believes that my son, a slightly too dorky klutz, has some kind of.. power? And he's willing to attempt an abduction of him he's just that certain?"

"it's possible that perhaps Loki was using a literal figure of speech?" Natasha offered, pressing her hands down on the table and leaning forward in thought. "Loki could have been referring to the fact that this boy is your son so the 'power' he mentioned would be the influence that he has over you. Although that's unlikely given that you mentioned your connections with the boy have been non-existent."

"Never before has Loki been known to hold a particular grudge over Man of Stark… it's no secret he has a hatred that runs rather deep for the Avengers however that being a catalyst for abducting your offspring is not in my brothers fashion for revenge. If he were to truly enact revenge it would be something far more provocative than this." Thor pondered out loud.

"Far more provocative than this?" Tony repeated acidly "your brother wants to kidnap Stiles and you're telling me that its not a big deal because it's not Loki's trade mark? Listen I don't give a flying shit about what your brothers trade mark is from what you've told me he is targeting Stiles and banging on about some power."

Thor looked a little guilty "i was not insinuating that Loki is not a current threat and believe me he is often a current threat but for him to target this Stiles son of Stark I do not see it as an act of revenge. Loki is intelligent… everything is a game to him… a step on a chess board, perhaps a game that has just begun or one he has put in place some time ago. Either way I am saying that today we were victorious on preventing his advance on the board."

Tony winced "Don't call him son of… especially in front of him!"

"Demi gods have chess?" Clint said out loud.

"SO he has no idea who you are?" Steve questioned almost pitifully, and like hell Tony was going to be pitied be Steve Rogers.

"No, and i'd prefer we kept it that way." Tony remarked bitterly, trying not to show any emotion on his face "i'm looking at you Thor, if you dare say a word I will never talk to you again, which does include our daily lessons of learning about earth technology."

"Man of Iron I would never speak of something you did not wish of me to" Thor retorted offendedly, but the whole team just shot him unconvinced expressions. "i would take this secret to my grave if you so wished it of me."

"We're straying from the matter at hand. Maria I want visuals everywhere, find out if Loki's on earth and get me some locations, now." he ordered and the girl nodded, hurrying form the room, then he whirled back on Tony "and maybe this whole thing isn't entirely to our disadvantage, you should be aware of this kids basic information such as his blood type, am I correct? Unless of course you have cut all threads you ever had with this boy in which case we shall resort to plan B and get our researchers to do some digging."

"i know the specifics" he countered with a glare "O negative"

"Excellent, saves us a job, now we'll need information on his mother, his living environment and quite a few other things, i'll have somebody send you a list. If we can acquire all this information perhaps it'll lead us to some indicator on why Loki thinks the kid may have some power. Then we can do some tests" Nick ordered.

"he doesn't have any power." Tony replied confidently "and nobody's doing any tests on him"

"I'm sorry but Director Fury might have a point. Without running by a few examinations it's possible we won't find out what exactly Loki finds so special about the boy" Bruce piped up.

Great.

"Not happening." Tony growled defensively "I'm the father right, that gives me some kind of parental control in this situation doesn't it? And my answer is no! Not unless he gives the A-ok signal I don't want to see a needle at least ten feet near him."

"But-"

"You're not forcing him to do anything!" Tony argued "From my knowledge he's fine, and trust me I keep a very close eye on him so I would know If something was life threatening inside of him. No offense but I trust my technology more than I trust yours."

"As much as I hate to say it, Tony's right." Steve inputted earning himself a grateful nod from Tony "We can't go forcing a kid to do something he doesn't want to do. If we're going to protect him we're going to need his trust in us, right now he's already been forced out of his comfort zone when we took him from him home. We did that, maybe it was to save him but the fact is still there. He's miles away from where he deems safe so we need to make him feel as safe as possible, which right now starts with us gaining his trust."

"Incase you haven't noticed he doesn't exactly trust us a great deal at this moment in time so i'm afraid convincing him to willingly have tests done at this stage would be too time consuming. I want to be a step ahead of this bastard this time and to do so we need all the time we can get." Fury told him.

Tony fixed a glare on the man "No." he said simply then engaged in a glare off with the man. It lasted a full minute before one of them gave in.

Fury sighed in annoyance "i want a scan and a blood test by morning, Stark. Those are my regulations. I won't force him to do anything else he doesn't want to unless both you and I deem it necessary."

"Ok" he agreed then scanned the room "Now, seriously, where are my blueberries." he demanded and Thor finally gave in and pulled them from his pocket, handing them over reluctantly. Tony tusked "Thanks, big guy. Next time don't steal my stuff"

"This kid is now under our full protection as he is of relation to you therefor his… individual worth if you will has been heightened." Fury continued "he is to remain in the custody of SHIELD until Loki is neutralized unless I say otherwise."

"Individual worth?" Steve repeated disapprovingly, but his words dissolved in the air being unnoticed.

"Are we sure keeping him here is entirely sensible?" Clint asked.

"it's his best bet" Nick shrugged.

"Unless we took him to Stark Towers." Natasha offered, shooting Tony a smug smirk "it'll be just just like he's at home. Well, almost."

"OK, i'm feeling rather attacked right now, Natasha, and I honestly don't appreciate it." He mumbled sulkily.

"He wouldn't have the protection he would have here at Stark towers" Fury dismissed without a second thought.

Steve however wasn't having it. "hold on just a second, if we were to take him down to Stark towers we'd be on familiar ground and somewhere that the kid might feel more comfortable. Tony's suits are also there and if the avengers take up resident there then he'll have probably the same amount of protection there that he would here. I for one would be more than happy to just get off this ship, don't know about you guys."

"Sleepover at Stark's? i'm up for it" Clint beamed.

"He would be in a secure facility away from here which ultimately would work better for you sir in the long run; we protect the kid, you work on finding Loki." Natasha rationalized.

Fury sighed heavily and rubbed his face "Fine, i'll allow it but I want regular updates on everything. That kid so much as gets a pimple I want to know."

Tony rolled his eyes "yes, mom." then realization struck him "wow hold up, you want him in my house?!"

Everyone sent him blank expressions "he IS your son, Tony." Bruce drawled out.

"yes, but he's never actually… i've never… we've never… -" he stammered out, completely unsure of how to express what he was thinking. A new notion for him.

Steve sympathetically placed a hand on Tony's shoulder "we'll help you" he offered. "how bad can it be? he's just a kid, right? We've been in worse positions."

"Except none of us are educated on how to handle a teenager." Natasha added amusedly "more specifically, Starks teenager."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" he shot back.

"That he isn't stupid" Clint filled for Nat. "He's probably going to be a pain in our asses because of that. We've adapted to one of you I don't think we're prepared to handle two of you."

"Don't hate" Tony responded with a small smirk, proud of himself for keeping up his cool throughout this entire conversation. "Fine. My place works. But under no circumstances is he allowed into my lab. Knowing him he'd blow something up… or worse have a field day in that room."

"So… basically you?"

"Yes basically me!"

.

Tony had fled the scene shortly after that, mind whirling in several directions yet somehow he was able to keep a steady flow of rational thoughts passing through his mind. For example, he was going to go and do a normal thing and check up on how Stiles was doing. See, completely normal. Ignoring the fact that Stiles is his only son and is currently being hunted down by a demigod whilst taking residence on the S.H.I.E.L.D hovercraft. And Stiles doesn't know Tony's his father. And Tony had a panic attack the first time he saw him. And Fury wants to do tests. And Steve and Clint are getting way to much enjoyment out of this. Normal!

Pushing open the metal door to go through to where Stiles was sleeping, he met Natasha leaned against the wall typing away on her phone. Upon his arrival she glanced up and offered him a gentle smile.

"Kid's had one hell of a night. Most likely a concussion from the wound on the back of his head, sprained ankle and slight bruising around his neck. There is also a faint wound on his arm but I think that's old; most likely cause would simply be lack of coordination that resulted in him taking a nasty fall."

"That's my Stiles" he nodded.

My.

"Loki sure gave him a good run, he's tuckered out."

"I'll show reindeer games a good run." he growled "What does he want? Why Stiles?"

"i was hoping you could offer some insight to that" she replied cooly, sitting up further against the wall to adjust her position. "Honestly, Fury's going to be up your ass on this one."

Tony shook his head and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed "I wish I could say Stiles was an average kid but… as fate may have it he's as prone to trouble as I am."

"what sort of trouble"?" She pressed.

A smile fought it's way onto his lips "Tasha, i've had one hell of a shock tonight I really don't feel like being interrogated right now so could you tell Fury to kindly piss off? Thank you."

Natasha cocked her head to the side without showing any emotion, then swiftly raised her hand to her ear "Sir, Stark requests that further questions are presented tomorrow rather than tonight." she stated, a voice buzzed on the other side of the line making Nat smile "well, the way he phrased it wasn't very professional. No, the kid is still sleeping. Alight, I'll provide you with regular updates." She lowered her hand.

"Thank you." He nodded to her gratefully, then turned his attention onto Stiles, moving a hand to brush aside a lock of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes, hand freezing above the boys face like he was afraid to touch him… he was afraid to touch him.. As his hand hovered he took in Stiles's features. He was so peaceful right now, compared to how he'd been thirty minutes ago, the tension was smoothed from his features, breath softly tickling his palm. He looked so much like Claudia now, god, how long had it been since he actually saw Stiles not on a screen? Must be ten or eleven years now at least.

Truth be told, Tony had only ever seen Stiles twice in his whole life. One of those being when he was just born.

His hands lingered for a few seconds more above the boy before his fingers curled in on themselves and he retracted his hand, all though if he were to touch the boy he'd shatter into a million pieces, which Tony knew was pretty much impossible but at the moment in is current state of mind he was taking every precaution around his son. His SON.

"An aircraft has been scheduled to transport us to Stark Towers tomorrow morning. Fury says it'd be better If we let things settle down before making our next move. Might not be best if the boy wakes in yet another location." a voice said from the doorway, making his head swivel around to meet Steve's gaze. Tony nodded and the room fell quiet again. "So, your son ey?"

"Yup."

"He looks like you" Natasha commented, without even looking up from her phone.

"What? Really, I… I just see his mother." Tony shrugged, awkwardly scratching his chin.

Steve peered over the boy attentively then puffed up with conceit "That's definitely not your nose. Or chin… maybe the mouth is yours though… that's definitely your mouth."

"Considering the way it worked earlier I would also fully support that deduction." Natasha spoke up with a humored scoff.

"Oh! Nat! Check it out, he has moles! Moles!" Steve chuffed in amusement, Natasha just rolled her eyes and remained on the ground.

"He definitely gets that from his mother" Tony snorted, remembering Claudia being covered in moles. She still had a very striking beauty to her, he could definitely see how he ended up accidentally sleeping with her.

"And that hair.."

"Alright, I get it we aren't dead-ringers." he huffed, feeling the room grow in temperature as he became more and more uncomfortable.

Steve shot him an exasperated look "i was going to say it looks like yours."

"oh."

"Steve leave the poor man alone, stop analyzing his son. You'r crossing the boarder from admiring territory into creepy territory." Nat ordered sternly, staring down the soldier. Tony had never been more thankful in his life.

"Thanks Tasha." he said gratefully, letting out a sigh of relief, shoulders slumping as his gaze once again fell on Stiles. "You, certainly know how to give a guy a heart attack, you know that? First what happened last year with that Scott fella and now this. How about we go on timeout for a while buddy? Huh, sound good?" he spoke down to a passed out Stiles.

A hand patted his back gently "What are you going to do now? Chances are he'll find out if he's going to be staying with us. he's in our world now, Tony. You don't ever really go back from that."

"Prolong the inevitable" Tony responded smoothly.

"practical"

"i know"

"i think he deserves to know."

"i think I deserve a large cup of coffee right now but the coffee machine is broken so I guess we're both out of luck here." he retorted, feeling more and more insecure by the second. He was tony stark god damn it.

"What logic is that?" Steve argued.

"My logic! Damn it Rogers… just… leave it would you?" he stammered out, feeling awkward as the soldier knelt on the floor besides him.

"i'd want to know, wouldn't you? it'll be better if you tell him sooner rather than later, don't you think?" Steve rationalized with his incredibly stupidly right face. Why, oh why, did Steve have to be right about nearly everything.

"i don't know what to think, alright?"

Steve glared at him "Stark, he's your-"

"ah- would you look at the time. Gotta dash. Real good talk, catch up later, alright? i've gotta date with the coffee machine that isn't going to fix itself!" He jabbered, jumping up onto his feet and racing over to the door so fast that Steve never got to get another word in before the other man was gone.

Natasha huffed a laugh from where she was sat, finally glancing up from her phone "that went well."

Steve just grimaced, staring at the vacant spot on the bed where Tony had been sat, then up at the person occupying it. He knew full well it was going to be hell when that kid woke up.

He scoffed and shook his head. "Worlds mightiest heroes.. defeated by a kid… I think not."

.

PETER POV

Peter sat in his cell brooding. It hadn't been a while since his last dosage.. a doctor was sure to be arriving to check up on him at some point. Oh, how he loved the check ups, no matter how many times they pumped him up on drugs he always loved them. Dear Alice was so gentle.

However, it had been a while now. 6 hours if he'd counted correctly. Thats all he really had to do here. Sit, count, and think. How incredibly boring life had become. Somewhat humiliating but… for now all he need to his hold his chin up and await a golden opportunity that was inevitably going to arise. This was Eichin house, somebody breaks in here every week.

As if on queue a figure appeared on the opposite side of the clear glass that separated him from freedom. Peter was almost taken back to the mans rather abrupt entrance and it took him thirty seconds to work out what was going on.

"The blue alien, I presume?" he offered, humored.

"I'd prefer a more dignified title, if you wouldn't mind" The man requested with a smirk, walking along the glass, tapping his fingers idly along it. "i assume you recognize me?"

"Loki." Peter nodded "The attack on New York... if I recall correctly? Raining aliens down upon the city with intentions to conquer the planet. How the mighty have fallen to stalk children at ungodly hours of the night."

Loki scoffed at him "One might argue the same for you. Given your history."

"Now, don't mistake me for my nephew, I believe I only transformed one child into a werewolf and that was at one of my most darkest moments in life. That said, look where it has landed me" He replied bitterly, still sat down on the floor against the wall in the exact same position he'd been in when Derek had paid him a visit not to long ago.

"I suppose we have something in common then. Both stranded in the after effects of battle. Well, I dare say your position fares worse than mine. Though I assume given your history this is a temporary placement?" Loki continued smoothly, although this were a casual conversation over coffee.

Peter was somewhat un-nerved by the gods presence, but chose to not indulge in such a feeling in order to keep up his facade of calm. The best way to approach a situation was to act like you have the upper hand.

"Temporary." Peter nodded in conformation "I must say, you are far from what I expected. Given the description of a blue alien… if I hadn't been focusing so distinctly on ice mages perhaps I would have turned to Norse mythology. How foolish of me."

"Indeed."

"So, a little bird tells me you have taken a small interest in our dear Stiles. Fraid to admit you shan't find him here."

"No, I know exactly where dear Stiles is right now. Though it's not exactly beneficial to me directly, nor does it provide sustenance for my plan. However.. it does provide an interesting turn of events." Loki told him.

"So that brings you here because..? not that I dislike your presence here I just fail to see the relevance"

Loki shrugged "i suppose I could have some need of you. It disturbs me to see you as so, beaten and trapped but with such promise. Of course, my plan is still in it's embryonic stages but you could certainly aid me further down the line."

"Curious. Why do you think I would aid one who means to take over the world I unfortunately inhabit?" Peter cocked his head to the side.

"Don't be so pretentious. Your world is close to worthless. I do not wish to rule it. There are far superior worlds that would suit be far better than this spinning, undeveloped planet. You would simply be aiding me in retrieving something I want. Something I have a right to claim." Loki bargained.

"and that would be.." Peter drawled, unconvinced "Stiles?"

Loki kept tapping the glass like he was testing it "To some extent."

Peter relaxed further against the wall. "Indulge me, how is it that you have kept your identity such a secret. Stiles is not stupid. Well, perhaps since I have been locked away he has lost a few brain cells, but I highly doubt that he would have failed to recognize who you are considering you have been broadcasted on all channels of tv worldwide. Blue alien is a pitiful description."

A wry smirk stretched Loki's lips once more "Oh that? that's just a bit of fun really. Memories are feeble things. A test of will I suppose you could call it. Besides, I was not the first to tamper with his. That you should know. In fact, I have been one of many."

He found himself frown. Stiles' memories had been tampered with… by the nogitsune and himself. Of course, Peter hadn't exactly tampered with them so to say, more just observed. The nogitsune however had made Stiles forget… was this a similar act? Could Loki preform some sort of spell?

"I see." He was able to respond after a moments reflection, "How harsh of you. Memory's are precious to the being. You tamper with something fragile to the mind. Evidently you sought to hide your identity from him… a bit of fun you say? Would you simply go out of your way to do something so complex with such a juxtaposing motive? Of course… by hiding your identity you have inevitably had to rearrange a few other memories to do so. The invasion… the avengers… perhaps even his own fundamental understanding of norse mythology."

"The mind supplies intelligence which supplies answers. When a mind has already been contaminated one must perhaps take a precaution to meddle with it further to prevent certain results. Or, provoke those results. Who's to say. Meddling is something I have grown rather fond of."

Petter rubbed his stubble thoughtfully "how cruel. You rob Stiles of his one defense. His mind. Of course thats a second motive, am I correct? You recognize Stiles's intelligence of course and how he wields it. Robbing him of such a weapon.. well. That's certainly not playing fairly"

"I am the god of tricks. You think I play fairly." Loki countered.

"No. But I do believe you enjoy a challenge. That Thursday night where you first met Stiles. You let him go. It bored you to ensnare him there and then, so what do you do? Give Stiles a chance, a glimmer of hope that he was in some sense of safety." Peter told the other who looked bemusedly impressed "Likewise you couldn't take that much of a risk, if Stiles recognized you it was possible a higher force would get involved and that would put you at a disadvantage. So you removed some of his memories and ensured it was only ever you who saw him. Clever, honestly I must applaud you for this."

"Cat and mouse." Loki mused "A cat enjoys toying with it's prey before killing it. However, these higher forces you speak of do in fact have me at a current disadvantage; at least they think they do which works to my advantage. I suppose that would be fair given the disadvantage I placed on Stiles."

"You don't work fair" Peter pointed out, cockily.

"You disapprove?"

"Not entirely. I do somewhat regret to say I care for Stiles and his mental wellbeing. Do ease up on the poor boy would you? Unfortunately my nephew has an irritating attachment to the boy and i'd hate for him to think I didn't at least try and aid his situation."

Loki threw his head back and laughed "are you asking me to put myself at a further disadvantage?"

"Well, if you put it that way. In some respects yes. Not that I would complain if you didn't." Peter carefully replied "i thought you liked a challenge?"

"Alright, but only because you asked so kindly." Loki nodded sadistically and snapped his fingers "there, Stiles memories are once more functioning properly. Though i'm not sure it'll help him. If anything I believe you may have just heightened the trauma he's currently experiencing. After all, memories are not the only thing I was blocking from the mind."

.

Footsteps. Laughter. Darkness.

"Jack and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown… how did it go again? Ah, yes. And Jill came tumbling after."

.

STILES POV

Everything was soft… and warm.. and hurting… OW. Jeez it felt like he'd been tossed off a five foot cliff. Had coach been making him run laps again? Is that why his entire body is aching so badly? Brilliant, just brilliant. Netflix all day then. Or, you know, he could just die right here right now and save himself from the pain of facing a day of non cooperative bones. This is it, goodbye cruel world riddled with werewolves, girls that never really looked twice in his direction cough Lydia Martin cough and weird blue aliens. Wait.. weird blue..? OH. OH FUCK.

Bolting upright and thrashing his legs about wildly in a hazy whirlwind of utmost confusion he found himself tied down tightly by some tucked in bedsheets that pinned his sides. Through blurry eyes he tried to scan the room, ignoring his throbbing foot, then his vision settled on a blur of ginger making him almost sigh in relief.

"Lydz?" he croaked out, wincing at his voice catching in his throat but relaxing

Back against the pillow non the less feeling a little more at ease. As his eyes adjusted to the new light the person sat on the ground against the wall opposite his bed, was in fact somebody he barley recognized. "Not.. Lydia" he corrected himself, beginning to go into defense mode by wriggling his way out from the covers, yelping slightly when his foot caught on its way out, forcing him to face plant the bed. Shuffling up quickly he sat on his knees staring at the woman, mouth hanging open.

His brain caught up. OH this is sexy cat-woman from earlier. That means… unfortunately, everything he thought was some fucked up twisted dream is in fact his reality. His head hurt still, though not as badly as he recalled it doing. Okay, Stiles, focus. Normally kidnappers don't help you out with wounds… and his leg is bandaged up… and he's in a bed… honestly he's surprised he didn't wake up in a cage for a circus on a pirate ship where all the gods hung out with the sexiest women alive and robin hood. What? He has a vivid imagination. But what if this was all just a ploy. What if they wanted to lead him into a false sense of security and- wait hang on… she looks oddly familiar. Why does he know her… damn it brain… he was too worked up yesterday to really notice but he definitely recognizes her… why are spiders popping into his mind- why does his brain feel like it's been picked up and shaken about brutally until it was bruised!

"Fury, he's awake" the woman spoke aloud with a finger pressed to her ear, making stiles visibly startle. She smirked at him in mild amusement, lowering her hand. "how do you feel?"

"um.. well.. um." he tried, tongue tying up. What was he supposed to say? If memory serves.. which currently it's not doing a good job at doing… he was just kidnapped by the god of freaking thunder… who by the way is a bit pushy when it comes to handling people. Stiles has decided he doesn't like Thor. He's not even 100% sure he believes that he's a god. Whacko in a costume claiming to be a god, sure, but real, genuine, heavens almighty god, no. just no. "Swell, how do you think I feel?" he ended up snapping, regretting it as soon as the words left his mouth.

The woman shook her head slightly with a smile that curved her perfectly painted red, heart shaped lips "You have a concussion."

Stiles ignored her and self consciously pulled his legs closer to is chest "uh… i'm not about to be wheeled into another room and strapped down onto a table where a bunch of mad doctors stick needles into me am I? That's the vibe i'm currently getting. You know, Henry Frankenstien got hit by karma in the nuts so i'm just saying... historically and fictionally mad doctors don't ever get a happy ending."

She furrowed her eyebrows in amusement "No, of course not. All that's been done to you so far is a quick scan to ensure that you're in good health still. We aren't here to hurt you."

"Sorry I didn't get that message" he countered warily, giving her the most suspicious look her was physically able to muster up.

Carefully the redhead beauty stood and lifted a tablet and a glass of water from the bedside table, handing it to him expectantly "Take this"

Cautiously he took the items and then peered down into the glass "This isn't going to knock me out or anything is it? Not that I don't trust you… like at all… but you know, a guy's gotta check."

"No.." she drawled out "If my intentions were to put you in a state of unconsciousness I would have already done it. That's a pain killer, and your dehydrated. Now drink." she ordered sternly, taking a seat back on the ground against the wall.

Thinking about it for a moment he supposed that she did make sense. She looked badass enough to knock him out with a single punch. Oh, what the hell, it's not like things could get much worse. Grouchily he put the tablet into his mouth and swallowed it around a mouthful of water, deliberately opening his mouth to prove he'd actually taken it, earning an approving nod from her.

"Not that I'm complaining but what happened to the whole 'argh he's got a super bad power! Do tests on him- knock him out aghhh' from earlier." He asked pointedly, nervously sloshing the water in the glass around as something to keep his hands occupied.

She remained stony faced "Well, technically speaking you knocked yourself out therefor saved us a job. Speaking of that, do you feel at all nauseas? Can you tell me what you remember at all?" she asked gently, in such a manner that Stiles suddenly didn't feel as vulnerable as he had done.

"i uh.. I have a mild headache… you guys kidnapped me… some douchebag threw me up against a wall… Derek's gonna fucking kill me.." he mumbled out, itching the back of his head then breaking out into a tired yawn. His eyes felt droopy still despite having just woken up, all though he thinks he was in more off a passed out state rather than comfortable sleep.

The woman's eyes softened "Everything that's happened to you tonight must be confusing, but I want you to understand that we aren't a threat to you. we're trying to help you. I apologies that your first impression here wasn't entirely as professional as we all would have preferred and you'll have to excuse my colleagues brash behavior, he really does mean well but he isn't accustom to earth standards so likely didn't realize that snatching you up like that would be interpreted as you put it 'kidnapping'" She informed him "i'm Natasha Romanoff."

"Black Widow" He added automatically as a door in his mind opened up at the mentioning of the name. Concussion? Huh. That could be why his mind feels a bit scrambled. Loki did throw him up against that wall pretty hard.. NO not like that.. jesus.. hang on, Loki. He remembers the name. Why the hell does he know who black widow is. Frantically he began wracking the useless bin of information that he titles his mind. Where does he recognize her from…

Thor. Yes he definitely knew Thor… He'd seen Thor on Tv… along with...

Natasha seemed to be a little taken back but nodded in conformation "Yes, that's my title within S.H.I.E.L.D which is the organization that owns the hovercraft you're currently on. More famously I use the title to be recognized by the public in a group of extraordinary people who call themselves 'The Avengers' that you may or may not have heard of. Many take to calling us 'Earths mightiest Heroes' but personally I find that a bit presumptuous." she explained and a wave of acknowledgment flooded over him like a friggen tsunami. FUCKING-

"The avengers?" he gaped, eyes flying wide "Hold up, like the avenger Avengers? Or like, a rip off cosplay, wannabe group of avengers." he asked and her face read that she wasn't going to answer that statement as if it weren't obvious enough. "Holy crap." Stiles couldn't help it, he fell back onto the bed in a horrible mess of crazed, edging on psychopathic, laughter. "Holy actual crap, like for reals?"

"You know who we are?" Natasha asked in confusion.

"Know who you are? I may live in beacon hills but that doesn't mean i'm totally incompetent to what's happening elsewhere in the world. You guys literally saved the world last year, right? Oh my god is the hulk here? Jee, I kinda feel bad about flipping out on you yesterday.. granted I can only remember bits of it, sorta all happened in a blur." he explained, staring up at the ceiling.

Ok. so he's on the avengers ship. The avengers. What the fuck?!

SOMEHOW THIS IS THE MOST SENSE ANYTHING HAS MADE ALL EVENING.

Progress.

"You gave off the impression that you had never heard of us earlier… though temporary memory block is possibly a side effect from the concussion…. What else do you remember?" She pressed, intrigued.

"I'm not entirely sure i'm comfortable talking about my memory issues right now with a super attractive girl in the room next to my designated bed and whoa okay I said that out loud ok we're going with it, I want you to know that I really wasn't hitting on you I just have a tendency to ramble a lot and it's happening right now so it's more of a bad habit- disease even if anything, plus I have an a super attractive person back at home who I have my heart set on- not that your not super attractive because you are- just that your the type of attractive that's way out of my league and there is the who you sorta did kidnap me issue even if it was Thor that kidnapped me, so really the situation I have conducted her is completely uncalled for and we have found out that I really shouldn't be allowed to talk after hitting my head and passing out." Somehow, he managed to clamp his mouth shut after all of that. hIs cheeks flushed pink "so um.. how long was I out?"

Natasha's lips pulled upwards "About two hours."

"Right." he nodded, fidgeting badly with the bed sheets. As awkward as he'd made the situation, he began to chuckle again, shaking his head at the same time, "This is insane. I'm actually on a ship with the avengers."

"I'm insulted that you recognized Tasha before me. Seriously, was the costume not a dead give away?" a man said form he entrance of the doorway.

Stiles let his gaze land on the man who he took a moment to recognize, and boy, when he did the fanboy inside of him sparked up into a bonfire "Oh my god- that- you're – C-Captain America. Ok i'll be honest with you, when I first saw the costume I thought you were some circus freak which I know doesn't make sense because it's the Captain friggen America suit! How I could mix that up with a circus outfit-and oh god I really shouldn't say that to someone who saves the world. i'm going to blame the concussion. Yes. She says I have a concussion." he pointed at black widow who rose a singular eyebrow.

Captain America cracked up with a snicker and then outstretched a very muscly arm "Captain America, but you can just call me Steve Rogers." he introduced. Stiles very quickly grasped the hand and began shaking, feeling very inadequate with how small his hand was in comparison.

"uh- Stiles Stilinski." He was still staring up with big dazzling eyes "dude- your that super soldier from world war 2 who got buried alive in glacial ice for 62 years- is your shield ACTUALLY made out of vibranium? Did you know thats the rarest metal on earth? Plus it absorbs vibrations which is probably what would make it so useful in the modern era with all the guns and stuff. And did you actually know Howard Stark? For real? The guy is a genius, not to say third grade me's role model."

"hm, memory seems to be clearing up. Strange such a large memory block only lasted for three or so hours." Natasha commented suspiciously, then shrugged it off "Looks as though you have a fan, Steve."

Steve just laughed "Yeah, Howard and I went way back. He's actually the one who made the costume and shield for me."

"Ow- Thor stop it you're stepping on my foot- jesus-" Another voice spoke from outside the room, Stiles couldn't help but tense upon hearing Thor's name.

Steve looked back at the doorway angrily "Clint-! What did I say?"

A man poked his head through the door "Look, I was going to stay upstairs with Bruce but the guy was in the zone and I was not being the only one to not meet the kid! It was Thor's idea anyway don't blame me"

"Your accusations are beneath me, Barton." An all to recognizable voice boomed, the man himself barging into the room "My friend, do not believe this birdman, 'twas his idea to venture here. However," Thor casted his attention onto Stiles who immediately had the color drain from his face "it is pleasing to see you have awakened young one!" the man bellowed, strolling over.

"oh um yeah-ow" he yelped as Thor patted him on the back in what he assumed was supposed to be… supportive? It wasn't. "My back isn't at all grateful for your presence right now"

"you are recovering well!" The man bellowed with a hearty grin.

"Was recovering well..." he grumbled, beginning to rub his eyes with his hands tiredly. The other man who he'd nicknamed Robin hood barreled his way over and practically propelled Thor away from Stiles, which made the younger boys eyebrows raise in surprise. "weren't you the guy who I screamed at?"

Hang on… no no no… he knows this guy.. he saw him on tv as well, he is also in the avengers squad… god damn it, he can't remember his name. EagleEye maybe. Sounds legit. Let's stick with Robin hood for now just in case. What? Duh, of course he remembered Black Widow's name she's hot as hell.

Robin hood shot him a guilty look "Yeah, about that… let's just call it a heat of the moment type of thing and leave it at that, sound good?"

"Well.. first impressions are everything… but I suppose i'll let it slide considering that so far your first impression on me hasn't been as bad as some" he purposefully gave Thor a pointed glare.

"I swear to you I meant you no harm, when I transferred you here I was thinking only of your benefit. I apologize for my inconsiderate behavior of blatantly ignoring your wellbeing at the time." Thor explained hastily, apparently quite sorry about hauling Stiles all the way up to an airship and sorta of, kind of, pretty much kidnapping him. Yeah he was still salty about that.

"That… was a pretty damn good apology there goldilocks." he whistled with a curt nod "Would you be offended if I said that I still think your kind of an asshole?"

"Ah, I have been called much worse by people of far more importance, I assure you, I take little offense." Thor dismissed with a wave of his hand which was thankfully not carrying the huge ass hammer this time. He did it in such a manner that made it seem like he was ignorant to the fact he basically just called Stiles inferior and pretty insignificant.

Stiles narrowed his eyes "Really? Man, here I was thinking goldilocks was the highest of insults on the ranking chart. Better up my game."

Steve snorted whilst RobinHood began full on laughing which made Stiles blink in mild surprise. Okay, so he totally just humored 2/5 of the avengers. Part of him wanted to freak out. The other part, the significantly more dominant part wanted to remain in his cozy little bubble of shell shock.

"i don't think I quite understand" Thor said with a comically confused expression.

"you wouldn't."

"Alright boys" Natasha said, with a hint of amusement "Heel. Director Fury wants him up and ready to be briefed within the hour, I think he'd appreciate it if Thor and him don't start a showdown."

"Aw, Nat. Ruling out all the fun." Robin Hood man whined. What had Steve called him? Barton? Yes.

"Hawk Eye!" Stiles proclaimed proudly, snapping his fingers sharply at the sudden memory burst.

The man turned in minor shock "That's what I go by in public. Name was all over Tv." he confirmed.

"Clint, stop being a distraction" Natasha warned, shooting him a meaningful glare.

"Come on, Kid's just got up!"

"Exactly, now you two better get out." Steve ordered firmly, trying to usher Thor and Barton to the door and failing miserably "He doesn't need a room full of people crowding him."

Another head poked in through the door, a brunette girl who's eyes scanned the room wildly before landing on him "Is that him?!" she asked ecstatically, pointing a dainty finger at Stiles.

Steve groaned "really, Maria, you too?"

"can you honestly blame me?" she countered, walking further in. "So, where is he, where's the man of the hour" Maria beamed, scanning the room again which had suddenly tensed. Wait.. not to grab all the fame and glory, but wasn't he sort of the man of he hour? Ok yes he was in the avengers facility and there were probably much cooler people here than him, but after everything he just went to he thinks he deserves to be at least man of the hour.

Steve in a flash began leading her quickly from the room, whispering to her with a grave expression. Stiles pointed after them "um...trouble in paradise?"

"Not of your concern" Natasha clarified bluntly. Oh, lovely.

Steve walked back in moments later a bit flustered and frustrated, turning on clint and Thor once more "Out! For the last time."

Sniggering the pair retreated from the room, shooting Stiles knowing gazes over their shoulders which honestly creeped him out a little. Like he needed more things he didn't know about at the moment.

Another laugh of disbelief crackled from him "the avengers" he mumbled, shaking his head. Man, if his dad could see him right now. "I don't mean to be rude to the guys who saved the world but what the hell is going on? Am I in some kind of trouble? Well obviously i'm in trouble I just got chased down by the friggen god of douchiness. I mean government trouble. Real-bad-law-breaking kind of trouble. In other words am I going to be probed?"

"You're not in any sort of trouble kid, Nat's already told you we're just here to help you." Captain America-Steve whatever, explained softly, leaning his shoulder against the door to block it from anybody else entering.

"We'll brief you with all the knowledge we currently have on the situation as soon as we take you to meet Director Fury." Natasha told him, getting up again and rummaging around in one of the drawers in the room "You'll probably want to change." she said, retrieving a set of clothes for him and placing them on the end of the bed, shoes and underwear included. "I appreciate that the clothing provided is most likely not to your usual fashion… likewise it's all we currently have that will fit you properly."

"erm." he responded pathetically, scratching the top of his head which was throbbing slightly still. Embarrassed at the fact he was dressed in his pajamas he tried to play it cool "Who's director fury? He doesn't sound like the type of guy you want to meet in life. Like, ever. He sounds like he's the type of guy who you specifically want to aviod in life."

"He's the guy in the big chair here" Steve replied "Whether he's a nice guy.. well that's debatable"

Natasha smirked "We'll give you some privacy, come out when your ready." She and Steve shuffled out the door and shut it behind them. Stiles instinctively listened for the click of a lock, but it never came. More confident now he lent back on the bed, letting his head sink into the pillow that honestly was a bit lumpy. A top organization like this was being let down by it's pillows.

Stiles was questioning whether he was in the same reality as he was yesterday. The Avengers. Oh jeez… he flipped out in front of every single one of them. Oh man, how the fuck didn't he even recognize them, sure he had a concussion but seriously, the avengers? Stupid brain. Maybe it had something to do with that wicked bad mark he'd had on him… Loki removed it though… and it hadn't effected his memory that bad. Probably just the concussion. Definitely. 100%.

His memory did another sharp pang and suddenly Scotts name shot into his head. Eyes snapping open wide he remembered Loki had used Scotts phone. Was Scott ok? Frantically he reached into his pocked expectantly and pouted in annoyance to find his phone missing. Either the people here had taken it purposely or he'd dropped it accidentally at some point during this bizarre ordeal. Neither option sounded all to promising.

For the time being he was going to have to suck it up and assume that Scott was absolutely fine. He was probably snoring like a little wolf pup right now and completely unaware of Stiles situation. Because in order for Stiles to keep the reigns on his sanity right now he had to believe Scott was okay.

Pushing all the negative thoughts from his mind he shakily stood up, testing out his injured foot and finding the pain bearable if he limped. Next step: get dressed.

Judgmentally he held up the clothes Natasha had laid out for him. Okay, the only acceptable piece of clothing here were the socks. And they were just black trainer socks. The outfit she'd laid out for him was a sort of navy spandex uniform that had the weird bird logo on the side which he'd seen before somewhere. Probably in the room he was in earlier. Disapprovingly he placed the spandex back on the bed, the material was thick and probably pretty good armor that allowed you to move more flexibly.

But no. he wasn't going to put on a ridiculous outfit that was probably the uniform to this damn place. Just… no. he's been through some shit tonight, and like hell he was putting that on. This place may mean well but that didn't mean he friggen trusted them yet. They still kidnapped him! Superheroes or not. Yes, they were the avengers, and sure they were cool. The government behind the avengers however.. what did he know about them? Nothing? Probing was still high on his list on how this little trip could go horribly wrong. He needed some answers and by god he'd get them dressed in his pajamas if need be.

Well he was only half in pajamas… since he'd had the sense to change into jeans before he left to go to the death trap at the school Loki had so kindly set up for him. Seriously, why did everything weird happened at school…

Right, he was going to play his cards properly now. Things had span way to far out of proportion so fast that he still felt incredibly disorientated. Avengers, Gods, and portals to other worlds were just out of Stiles' expertise so pardon him for being a little shell shocked by this entire ordeal. Since he was so confused he decided that there was only one person he could fully trust on this ship, and that was himself.

Seeing that his converse had been disposed of he mournfully pulled onto his feet the black boots that had been provided for him that looked weird on top of his skinny jeans. Better than nothing…

Time to go meet Director Fury, who's name isn't at all reassuring. 'Fury' doesn't exactly fill the mind with peace. What are the chances the person in charge of this whole place was called something like Fury? Huh. Ah well, Steve will be there. Stiles was rather fond of Steve and not just because he'd sorta kinda had a man-crush on him earlier this year because he may or may not have worshipped Howard Stark for the entirety of his childhood so he knew all about the man out of time. Steve was genuinely a nice guy from what Stiles could tell. He was the type of guy who'd rescue a kitten from a tree for and old lady.

Natasha… well she was a piece of work. A carefully crafted, neatly folded, perfectly painted piece of work for the situation. She was an assassin or something. She had to be. Or a spy, a spy would be so cool.

Thor and HawkEye… well he wasn't really enjoying their whole existence enough to say how he currently feels about them without sounding more deranged than he felt.

okay Stiles you totally got this, who's the boss, you's the boss.

Well… Fury dude is also apparently the boss.

...

But Stiles is also the boss.

Sucking in a decent amount of air to rile himself up in preparation, as confidently as he could let on, he marched over to the big intimidating door and dramatically swung it open to meet three people waiting for him. Well...Here goes nothing!

...

"Wait- Holy crap you're Tony Stark!"

.

.

PETER POV

Deciding to wisely change the topic and rise onto his feet for a more phlegmatic stance Peter continued with "That said, as one as mighty and intelligent as yourself I assume you already know I have questions?"

He did not wish to ponder over what the demigod had meant by what he'd previously said. It made shivers dance up his spine uncomfortably which was a foreign feeling for the werewolf.

The demigod breathed a sigh and lent against the wall, fixing him with a stare "Questions are for the weak of mind. Indulge me. Can you answer the questions in your head and open a more constructive conversation that will more likely entertain me?"

Peter rose an eyebrow and folded his arms at the challenge. This was not a conversation, this was a game. "A demigod that attacks earth two years ago, imprisoned and has now returned this time without and army. From first presumption one would argue your hiding down here with us mortals. No, you have the whole universe for that. you're here because you have no allies. The army you once had is destroyed but that doesn't bother you… you recognize they were pawns for you and their loss has no impact on you because you had no attachment to them. They were not of your race they were an ally. Perhaps one you have lost now? Perhaps not. Without knowledge of outside this world i'm afraid I cannot determine that for certain."

Loki nodded approvingly "You state facts. Though not ones that answer what you seek."

"I've found it's easier to gather information I know then reach a conclusion." Peter offered, approaching the glass slowly "Now you seek out a boy from a low life town, who runs about with supernatural creatures that half the population believes to be myth. A loudmouthed imbecile with no social grace and a tendency to irritate everyone he speaks with. A question I am faced with is why? Out of all the beings on this planet why this one? Has there some significance to his existence that I am blatantly ignoring?"

"You're asking me a question, that's not the game"

Peter bristled but calmly put his hands behind his back "Not even a supernatural being in the pack. Just the human. You know, it has often baffled me the attention humans attract… werewolves seek to kill them upon sight under a full moon, a vampire want to drink their blood, an alien seeks to invade. Possibly because of their potential to become something more. You though, why would you want just one. One specific. All those pawns you had.. you traded all those pawns for a human…your game… you would play it through trickery would you not? After all you are notorious for being a trickster with mischief as your ally-" Peter paused as it hit him "oh-oh."

Loki's twisted smile just deepened at Peters realization "Congratulations. You just won. Now, enlighten me further about this place that holds you captive."

.

AN:

eeeeek.

Peter, you what m8. Talking to Loki.

I'm sorry if you thought Stiles as a character seemed off, i tried to make him a tad more serious without making him drift entirely from our usual snarky, witty human we all know and love. Since, ya know, he's a bit nervous and cunfuddled atm.

Somebody in the reviews mentioned me going back and editing the grammar on previous chapters... i mean, i will eventually get around to it... (fingers crossed) but i get so unmotivated to write if i've done it for a long amount of time so it'll probably mean the next chapter will take longer to upload. Maybe. I'll work on it.

ANYWAY. Hope you guys liked the chapter, getting real dramatic and all now.

What's gonna happen next? Why is Loki talking to Peter? will Peter join Loki? What does Loki even want? How will Stiles interact with Tony?! Was it Stiles who called Lydia? WIll ToNy StOp FrEaKiNg OuT?!

Find out in the next chapter! :)