Stiles' POV:

"Alright kiddo," dad says looking down at me, "you're going to go stay with your Uncle Phil for the summer while I get things straight here, okay?"

"'Course dad, I love visiting Uncle Phil." It's been a month since mom died and I know that it's hard on dad having to do everything by himself. Mrs. Malissa has been helping out a lot, letting me go stay with her and Scott but there's only so much they can do.

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I'm sitting in the living room of Uncle Phil's apartment when I hear noises coming from the kitchen. Grabbing my baseball bat from next to the front door I creep over to see what's going on. Phil is working so I know it isn't him. Peering around the doorframe I see a brownish blond haired guy and a redheaded woman climbing through the window. The window without any fire escapes or pipes near it. On the sixth floor.

They're whispering to each other and glancing around but don't seem to be acting like they're breaking and entering. More like visiting a friend through unconventional means. Which does make sense considering they're dresses in outfits similar to Catwoman in my comics. A very dirty and beat up Catwoman with lots of injuries.

Leaning my bat against the ground I clear my throat to catch their attention, which probably wasn't the best idea considering now I have two guns and a... bow and arrow... pointed at my face.

"Who are you and what are you doing in this apartment." The redhead demands while glaring at me like I'm the one trespassing.

"I think I'm the one who should be asking that considering you two are the ones who broke into my uncle's apartment, but you can call me Stiles. I'm staying with Phil for the summer while my Dad gets everything straightened out at home since my mom just died."

"Claudia died?" the guy asks, lowering his bow, "Why didn't Coulson tell us? Nat he's just a kid I don't think he's a threat, especially considering he's Coulson's nephew." Lowering the guns the woman, Nat, gives me an appraising onceover.

"He does look like Claudia."

"See, he's fine. Sorry for scaring you kid, normally no one is here and Coulson lets us stop by if we need something."

"It's fine," I respond, entering the kitchen and leaning my baseball bat in the corner which gets a few chuckles from the guy and a small smirk from Nat. "If you tell me your names I'll get you the first aid kit and try and find a change of clothes for you both."

"I'm Natasha Romanoff, this idiot is Clint Barton. We work with your uncle."

"Oh, yes at the non-assuming desk job he disappears to. You both definitely fit the job description. With the whole spy getup."

"Nat I like this one. Can we keep him? Pretty please with sugar on top!"

"You sure you're related to Coulson kid? Because I don't think I've ever heard him use even a fraction of your sarcasm. He's gonna kill us for this but we work for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. Your uncle is our handler so he gives us our missions and is basically our boss."

"Ha I knew he was a spy! Nobody wears suits like that of their own free will." I shout starting to do my happy dance before running to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom. Returning I set it down on the table before looking up at the two spies. "I believe that this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

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"Eat blue shell you big cheater!" I yell at Clint, passing him in Mario Cart. As we go for the last lap of the race I hear Natasha making fun of Clint for being beaten by a kid.

"What is going on in here! Mieczyslaw Stilinski you are in big trouble! Why didn't you call me when strange people showed up to the apartment! And you two! How on earth did you convince an eleven-year-old that you weren't a threat while in your tac-suits and after a mission! I ought to-"

"Uncle I didn't just let them in. They crawled through the window, we had a good old fashioned standoff of gun and bow and arrow verses baseball bat, we talked it out and then we played video games. See, like the old saying goes all's well that ends well. Plus, why didn't you tell me you were a spy and you can't deny it you just kinda revealed everything in your rant."

"Coulson, you were just outsmarted by a kid." Clint stares while snickering. Sighing Uncle Phil's shoulders slump in defeat and he starts to shake his head.

"You two are in charge of training him so that he doesn't get himself hurt by knowing about our world alright? And if anything happens to him it's your heads on the pike."

"Sweet!" Clint and I say in unison before high-fiving each other while Natasha watches with a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin.

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Five years later...

As I get ready to walk out of the school I can't believe that my Sophomore year is already over, though I'm kind of glad that it is. With the whole Scot being bitten by a werewolf thing the year was more stressful than I could have ever imagined. I can't wait to spend the summer with Phil, Natasha, and Clint. They've even introduced me to Director Fury and Maria Hill, so I get to go spend time with them at Headquarters instead of sitting alone at home when they're working.

When I get closer to the exit I hear everyone whispering about some hot chick in a badass car outside the school. Seeing the pack up ahead I rush over to check in with Scott before I leave for the summer.

"Hey guys, what's up?"

"Nothing much Stiles," the absolute definition of perfection known Lydia Martin says, "these idiots are freaking out about some girl out front of the school and her car."

"Some girl and her car. Some girl and her car! Lydia, Lydia, Lydia not only might this girl be the hottest person to ever enter Beacon Hills but she has one of the most amazing cars I have ever seen." Jackass, I mean Jackson rants. "That my dear Lydia is a Ferrari 599 GTO voted to be one of the hottest cars of the year and is worth more than Stiles' house."

"Hey!" I butt in affronted.

As the lovely couple keeps bickering I pull Scott over to the side and let him know that I'm leaving to go to my Uncle's house for the summer but to contact me if anything weird happens. Once we get outside everyone is pointing and whispering about someone near my normal parking spot. Looking over I see the spy-mobile aka Clint's work car. But, instead of Clint like I expected, Natasha was standing next to it.

Grinning I wave goodbye to the pack before striding over to where Natasha was standing. As I approached, she looked up from her phone, which she was previously glaring at like it had personally offended her, and grinned. Well it was less of a grin and more of an 'I'm excited to see you but I'm also about to kill these annoying teenagers so can we leave' smile. Yes, she has one of those and yes, I can tell the difference between that and her 'please smack Clint for me' smile.

"Tasha!" I practically shout, pulling her into a hug. "What are you doing here? Wasn't Clint going to pick me up this year?"

"Oh, he was..." uh oh her grin is becoming more mischievous, "Then I got bored. Now I'm driving you. Why are you not happy to see me?" At this point the nearly the entire parking lot was dead silent as everyone wondered why dorky Stiles Stilinski was talking to the 'hot girl with the cool car'.

"Don't worry, I am happy to see you I'm just worried about what you did to Clint. After the last time, he banned you from driving his car, so I know that he didn't agree to this."

"He's... indisposed at the moment, but he'll be fine. We do need a pilot after all."

"Considering it's a two-person car I'm not going to comment but know that I disapprove because you didn't let me help." Grinning, we both hop in the Ferrari with Nat driving, and leave to wherever they parked the quinjet, with only a few muffled thumps coming from where Clint was duct-taped, gagged, and stuffed in the trunk. Oh well, he can get his revenge later.

(AN: 1458 words)