I need sleep, but hello. I'm here. I'm back for now and I have started a new story.

Soo...I'm not really sure how this came about, but I guess that I thought that it was a good idea. I'm sorry if this is really weird.

Anyway, I don't own Avengers or Teen Wolf and I'm sorry if this is kinda OOC.

Hope you all enjoy.

It was another night of monster searching and still nothing had come up. A seventeen year old boy with dark brown hair, whiskey eyes and mole-speckled pale skin trudged out of the forest to a baby blue jeep. Getting in, Stiles Stilinski ran a hand through his hair and sighed tiredly. Once again, the Pack had ignored everything that he was trying to say that could have helped them find the new threat to Beacon Hills in order to listen to the others talk. Not that all of their plans were stupid, some of them had rather good ideas, but they were disorganized and had many flaws in regards to the teamwork it would take to get it all together. Not only that, but they still had no idea what the current villain wanted. Stiles shook his head and turned on his jeep.

Maybe if they told him anything, then he'd have a working theory on why the hell it was here and how they would make it leave! Stiles pushed it out of his mind and started driving home. Maybe his dad would be home for once. He hadn't been home for the last few days in a row, and when he finally did come home, he barely spared a glance to his son and just slept and ate before going back to work. Stiles snorted. Yeah. As if. Barely anyone even noticed that he was there at all. The moon hung its crescent in its sky and shone down on the earth as Stiles drove home. At least he would get to rest. Maybe things would be better tomorrow? In the meantime, he had to go home and get research done- He never got to finish his thought as darkness fell around him and he closed his eyes.

Stiles opened his eyes to pitch black and just from feeling, he was lying down on his back. Sitting up, he looked around for any sign of light in the dark, but found nothing. Quickly, he patted himself down and sighed in relief. He was at least clothed, but upon checking his shoes, he found out that his phone and vials of wolfsbane were gone. Narrowing his eyes, he crawled forwards on his hands and knees, looking for some sort of wall. Eventually, his hand felt something in front of him and he braced his hands on the wall, slowly standing up. The wall was completely smooth and cold, and Stiles shivered. The very air around him was cold and he shivered, trying to bring his red hoodie around himself for a bit more warmth. Stiles felt around the whole surface of the smooth wall until he felt an edge and a smoother wall. It was smooth all around and he felt he was in a box, except for what he felt may have been a door in the middle of the third wall.

"So you're awake, are you?" a voice boomed and Stiles covered his ears. After the deafening silence, the sudden sound made Stiles jump and look around, body tense. He looked around, searching for the source of the voice, but was only met with darkness.

"Who are you? Why the hell am I here?" he growled out, glaring out into the black and the voice chuckled, echoing throughout the unknown space.

"Such spunk from one so pitifully weak. I really expected more from the rumors, but oh well. We'll find out about that later, won't we?" the voice said scornfully, sounding as if he was talking to a third grader. Stiles narrowed his eyes and pounded against the walls with his fist.

"If I'm as pitiful as you say, then come out and show yourself, coward! And explain just what the hell you're talking about!" Stiles growled and pounded the wall again. Suddenly, bright lights turned on and Stiles covered his eyes. The light made him fall back onto his butt and cover his eyes with his arm. Stiles heard muffled footsteps from in front of him and he slowly lowered his arm from his eyes to see that the man was on the other side of a glass wall. Looking around, all the walls he was trapped in were made of thick glass and they seemed to be inside a warehouse of some sort. The man looked at him and chuckled, looking Stiles over.

"And here I am, Stiles." The fortyish looking man had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes and seemed like everything that a Hunter would look like. Everything in Stiles was telling him to get away from this man and never get close to him ever again. Sadly, Stiles being Stiles only stood up and stood his ground against him.

"Yeah, but you're not gonna be here for long. In case you haven't heard, I'm part of a Pack and they're gonna find me and kick your ass." Stiles growled and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at him and the man smirked back.

"We shall see." The man smirked and walked closer to the glass wall. Stiles glared at him with an intensity that would make Derek Hale proud.

"And you didn't answer my question, asshole. Why the hell am I here? And if it's just to get the Pack here, you will. And you're gonna regret it!" Stiles snarled and slammed his fist against the glass.

"You will find out. But for now, just sit here and be a good little boy. I shall be back with some entertainment." The man left and the light was turned out again. Stiles glared and stared at the darkness the man left behind. Sighing, Stiles slid down the wall and sat down. He really hoped that the Pack would find him soon. If they found him at all. They hadn't really been paying attention to him lately, but they would surely miss the fact that he wasn't there, right? Right? He really hoped so…

()DAY ONE()

Stiles was woken up by a freezing bucket of water and was carried roughly by two large men to a dark room with a single chair in the center. He was thrown into the chair and strapped down roughly. Glaring, Stiles tugged at the restraints and his mouth ran away with him.

"This is some kinky stuff, man. What exactly are we gonna be doing in here?" he snarked and was smacked roughly on the back of his head.

"Shut up. Mr. Darien will be here in a moment." Both of them stood by the door and Stiles glared, wiggling in the chair, but still wasn't able to break free. Stiles pouted before glaring at the two.

"Do you giant lugs have any idea why I'm here?" he asked and one of them looked like he was going to respond to the "giant lugs" comment, but was silenced by the other. Silence was Stiles' answer and he groaned in frustration. In any other situation, he would have been scared because his captors were usually of the supernatural variety, but a feeling in Stiles told him that these guys were human. Not that humans couldn't cause that kind of damage too, case in point the hunters, but at least he didn't have to worry about what weird venom or claws or teeth they would have. The door suddenly swung open and Stiles looked up the see the man from before. Like with the guards, Stiles didn't get a sense that he was anything but human, but he still made Stiles want to run in to the hills, screaming all the way.

"Ah, Mr. Stilinski. Good morning. I hope you slept well." He greeted and Stiles only glared.

"Oh, just great. Just gotta love sleeping in a cold glass box in absolute darkness!
And I absolutely love what you did with the place, by the way. Dark and creepy really brings out the creeper in you." Stiles said sarcastically. Mr. Darius stopped in front of him and smiled pleasantly before slapping Stiles hard across the face.

"They were right. You really do have some spunk in you. But for the sake of this…experiment, we shall not be needing that from you, alright?" he said in a calm tone and Stiles could only look at him with loathing but said nothing.

"Now, as for why you are here…that shall be revealed in time. We first need to measure your limits, so that is what we shall be doing today. If you survive, then I shall tell you. That will be your award." Mr. Darius smiled like that was the greatest reward Stiles could get and Stiles only said nothing.

'Guys, if you're coming, please let it be soon.' Stiles pled inside his mind as the tortures began

()DAY FIVE()

Stiles was shivering in a ball in his glass prison. The entire place was dark. His whole body hurt and his brain felt fuzzy. He felt like he was drowning with how much his ribs hurt, but he didn't dare let out a sound. If they heard even so much as a whimper from him, they would drag him back out from his prison and torture him some more. Every house seemed to bring a new torture and it was only when he passed out from the combination of pain and exhaustion that they finally left him alone. His mind flashed back to what they had told him what he assumed was a few days ago. He didn't know. Time didn't seem to matter here in the dark.

***Flashback***

Stiles gasped as his head was forced out of the water again and he gasped in the air that his lungs were desperately crying out for. His body shivered helplessly from the cold of the water and the extreme stress. Droplets of water ran down his body and mixed with the blood from the cuts from his previous torture. Mr. Darien was standing in front of Stiles, still smiling widely down at him with his pleasant smile.

"And how are we today, Mr. Stilinski?" he asked pleasantly and Stiles glared up at him.

"Just fucking…peachy… Bet you'd enjoy this a whole lot more though, so why don't you try it?" Stiles rasped and Mr. Darius only smiled before kicking Stiles viciously in the face. Stiles went flying and hit the wall, his head slamming against the metal and making him see stars. He was too weak and shaky to even try to stand up. He did manage to glare up at the man again and spit out the blood from his mouth.

"Such fire in your spirit, boy. I admire that greatly from you and I guess that I finally need to tell you why you are here in the first place as a reward." He smiled and strode over to pick Stiles up, leaning him against the wall, and straightening out his clothes. Mr. Darius smiled pleasantly and clapped his hands before spreading his arms out and Stiles only stared at him, unamused by his gesture.

"You see, my dear boy, you were brought here for a very special reason." The man explained gently and Stiles glared and thought, 'Well, no fucking shit, Sherlock!', but wisely let the man continue.

"We, by that I mean my people and I, have been watching you for a while and have noticed something quite incredible about you. Do you know what that is?" Stiles stayed silent, but couldn't resist the shudder of fear as the man mentioned watching Stiles for a long period of time. The man continued on, "Well, it's for one simple reason, really, and that was the use of your Spark." Stiles froze. His Spark? He never even thought of that after the whole Jungle incident with the kanima and it was never brought up again by anyone so why were these guys so focused on a one-time thing?

"I can tell by your expression that you're surprised by this turn of events, but it's true. Your Spark is the strongest one that we've seen in a person in a long time without it destroying them. I'm sure that you saw what happened to your mother?" he asked and Stiles froze. His mother? She had a-?

"A Spark as well, yes. Sadly, it was too much for her to bear and it consumed her, killing her slowly. And now it's passed onto her son. However, it doesn't seem to be affecting you negatively, so we need to release it from its seal in your body." Mr. Darius smiled and seemed to sound so genuine and that he only wanted to help, but Stiles knew better. There was no way that these people were doing this to and for him out of the goodness of their hearts…

"Of course, we will need something…in exchange for this little deed. We will need for you to stay here while we run some...tests on you to see how this will affect you. But for now, we still need to find a way to unseal your Spark so you shall be staying with your dear captors." The man smiled and Stiles could only look at him in disbelief and horror. What would they do to him? How long would he there?

"I won't give you what you want." Stiles rasped and expected Mr. Darius to hit him again, but the man only smiled and patted Stiles' head.

"You will, boy. You will." He smiled and walked out, leaving Stiles with the big men guarding the door, indicating that further tortures would happen. He whimpered, but he refused to cry. They wouldn't see his weakness. He would hold on until the Pack arrived. They had to be close to finding him now, right?

***Flashback End***

It felt like days since he'd seen anything but the people that hurt him or Mr. Darius or only the never-ending darkness that seemed to surround him. But he still felt hope. Maybe his father or the Pack were close to finding him now? He hoped so. He didn't know how much longer he could last like this… the door suddenly opened and what little light was provided from who knows where flooded in. Something seemed to be wheeled in and the lights were turned on. Stiles blinked and covered his eyes at the sudden brightness and he slowly blinked until his eyes adjusted to the light. Looking up, Mr. Darius was standing on the other side of the glass and next to him, a TV on a cart with a VHS player underneath it was what seemed to be wheeled in.

"Hello again, Stiles. I hope you've had a pleasant sleep." He said pleasantly, but Stiles didn't say anything. Unperturbed, Mr. Darius carried on. "Since you've done so well lately. I've decided that you deserve a treat." Stiles raised his eyebrow, but still refused to say anything.

"I've decided to let you have the one thing you want the most." Mr. Darius chuckled. "Your Pack and your father." At that, Stiles immediately perked up and sat up. Mr. Darius chuckled.

"See? I knew that'd get your attention. Now be a good boy and watch. In the time you've been here, we've been watching them all for you and created a video for your viewing pleasure." Mr. Darius turned on the TV and images immediately started playing on the screen. Stiles crawled painfully forwards until he was in front of the screen, his hand pressed to the glass and looking at the screen hungrily. His Pack. His father. They must be so worried! He smiled slightly at the images. There was Scott and Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Malia, Peter, Cora. Derek. Dad! He desperately pressed against the glass as if he could pass through it himself. They were there. They were happy. They were laughing and smiling. His dad was working, but didn't seem too tired. They were all fine, and that was a relief. He smiled, but slowly, his pain addled brain clicked something into place. As the tape went on, he grew more and more confused. They weren't afraid or scared or…worried. None of them. But he was gone. Weren't they trying to find him? Didn't they know he was gone? He kept looking at the face of his father for any signs of worry or stress at all, but there was none. Other than the usual amount, that is, but none that would relate to the Sherriff's son being missing and they were trying to find him. Nothing.

"Whatever is the matter, boy? Didn't you want to see your friends?" Mr. Darius asked softly and Stiles could feel tears gather in the corners of his eyes.

"Th-they don't… they've forgotten me… They don't know I'm gone?" Stiles whispered and stared at the screen. His heart felt like it was tearing in half.

"Oh dear. It seems like they have." Mr. Darius chuckles. "They don't care enough about you to even notice you're gone." He said softly and the tears welled over onto Stiles' cheeks.

"N-no! Y-You're lying! You have to be!" Stiles sobbed desperately and hit the glass. Mr. Darius shook his head and stepped closer.

"No, child. Not about this. Even you know this is true. Why else would they not have come looking for you? Why else would they not even bother to search for their so called packmate?" Mr. Darius said softly and as the thought sunk into Stiles' head, his body stilled.

'They don't care about me…they never have…' he thought brokenly and sobbed into his chest. The glass in front of him broke and the foundation of the building rumbled. The others there were looking around worriedly but Mr. Darius looked down at Stiles in glee.

"We've done it! His powers have been unsealed! There's no stopping us now! No one will ever oppose us again with his power at our disposal!" he laughed manically and pounded on the glass to get Stiles' attention.

"Stiles! Your powers have been released! You're free! You've set us all free with what you can do! Do you hear me?! Calm down now, Stiles!" but Stiles couldn't hear anything over the sound of the frantic beating of his heart. His vision was blurred with tears and his fingernails dug into the skin of his arms, letting blood spill out and trail down his arms. The building creaked, and as Stiles' heart shattered, it seemed that the room did as well. He screamed out his agony as the room seemed to warp and twist in his eyes, so he shut them. There was nothing but his screams and the ripping feeling in his chest. Around, him, light fixtures glowed brighter before exploding. Pipes from above burst and fell, landing on the surrounding people, making them shout in fear before trying to run. The ground seemed to explode from underneath them and the men were thrown like rag dolls. Glass, metal, and stone flew across the room haphazardly so that there was total destruction and a mess of broken greys and deep reds.

Shakily, Stiles rose from the ground, silent, and stepped over his now broken prison. Light filtered in from a giant hole in the wall and numbly, Stiles stepped over the body in front of him. Unseeing, dull eyes were drawn towards the light and he stepped towards it. Stepping out, the wind blew and the forest with its many sounds enveloped him but he couldn't hear or see any of it. Sorrow clouded his sight and his heart was blackened with grief. He slowly stepped forwards and only moved because he didn't know what else to do. He felt broken and for right now, there was nothing for him to do but to walk. As the light died, he walked on until the trees swallowed his form and only darkness was left.

^*End*^

And there it is. I'm sorry for the rough start, but I like where this is going and I hope that you all stick with me.

See you all soon. Till next time!

Love it, hate it, but stay true!