Stiles' POV:

Two years later...

We're sitting in History with Mr. Yukimura, as I look out of the second story window, bored as heck. I wonder if I would be able to jump out of the window without getting any major injuries? I mean it's just grass underneath us, not concrete. It would probably depend on whether or not I had to break the glass with my body or if it was already missing. Why don't they make the windows on the second story openable? That doesn't make sense. They should open.

My thoughts kept branching off into different random directions as Kira's dad just droned on and on about some war or another. It's April, that's practically summer already why are we still learning stuff. This is so boring. I wonder if I can sneak out? I bet he wouldn't really care, it's not like I don't know this from my lessons at HQ over the summer. I mean technically I could have graduated after Sophomore year, and I would have if it weren't for Scott and the Pack. Fury said that I could work as an agent and I wouldn't even need to go to the academy thanks to Natasha and Clint's training.

Suddenly we hear screaming and gunshots, before the door bursts open to reveal a guy in a black tac suit carrying an assault rifle. Everyone yells and dives for safety as the guys file into the room. Shit they're Hydra, the idiots have the octopus logo on their chests.

"Where's Mieczyslaw Stilinski." Oh great, how the hell do they know who I am. Those files are supposed to be classified. As in need to know as in... I duck down farther as someone screams and the window beside me shatters. Why are they shooting! That is terrible technique, amateurs.

"Come on out Little Red, and we promise we won't hurt anyone else." Great, now I don't have much choice. Raising my hands, I slowly stand up with a smirk on my face. Scott is glaring at me from where he is crouched down, but even he is smart enough to realize that he can't hold up to their firepower without revealing himself.

"Why hello there," I say channeling Natasha's wit with a smirk worthy of Clint on my face, and of course a little Stiles sarcasm thrown in to top it all off. "What did I ever do to deserve the honor of having the calamari soldiers come visit little old me?" Ah there it is, the I'm going to make you wish you were dead glare. Anger is a weakness, and a distraction.

"You're coming with us kid." Wow, out of like ten guys only ones talking, must be the guy in charge. Guess I know who to aim at.

"Umm how about no." I sass, grabbing my chair and throwing it at the guy in the middle. Before any of them have a chance to react, I turn and dive out of the broken window, tucking into a ball and rolling to absorb impact. Guess I'll get to try out that theory from earlier after all. Finishing my roll in a standing position, I take off running towards the preserve, where I have a couple go bags stashed. From the window behind me I hear shouting and gunshots but I keep running, now adding in evasive maneuvers in order to avoid the bullets. Ow, okay most of the bullets.

I keep running, ignoring the sting in my arm from the bullet wound, and pull out my phone. Pulling up my contacts I dial the number labeled SOS, which runs through SHIELD HQ and connects my call to the nearest agent authorized to know about my existence. Cursing I duck under an overhang to reduce exposure while sprinting towards the woods. When the hell did they get a helicopter!

"Agent May, what can I do for you."

"Oh, thank god May, It's Stiles. Hydra somehow found out about me and attacked me at the high school. I need an evac from the preserve asap."

"I'm an hour out with my team Red. Where do you want pickup?"

"South of Woodland Pond there's two clearings. Meet me at the western one. Let me know when you're landing. I'll try and keep them away from there until then."

"Will do kid, and please be careful. I don't want to have to explain to your Uncle why you had to be rushed to medical after an emergency evac."

"Psh, it's me were talking about here. If I'm anything I'm careful. Little Red is out." Grinning at the obvious lie, I hang up my phone and stuff it in my pocket. I'll have to dispose of it as soon as May lets me know they're here so that no one can track me with it.

Continuing to run, I mentally plan out my route so that I swing my one of my hideouts to pick up a go-bag a few minutes before reaching the pickup point. No reason to carry all the extra weight for longer than necessary. Heading further into the woods, I try to keep the idiots following me as far from the rest of the population of Beacon Hills as possible. Best to have as few witnesses and potential targets as I can. They should have left everyone at the school go free without harm once I left. No reason not to.

Hearing my phone go off with May's ring I look down to see it's her saying they'll land in ten. I text back an affirmative before shutting off my phone. Flipping it over I pry off the pre-loosened back and pull out the battery and the SIM card. Throwing the battery off into the creek beside me I snap the SIM card in half before doing the same. Finally, I destroy as much of the remaining phone as possible, before it also goes into the water. Seeing the tree with my stuff stored under it, I pause for a second to retrieve my go-bag, before taking off again at a sprint. It's a really good thing I keep up my training during the year or I'd have passed out from exhaustion by now. The whole constantly running for my life from crazy supernatural creatures thing helps too.

Seeing the quinjet become visible up ahead I put on a last burst of speed to make it across the clearing before darting up the ramp. The door is closing and were rising up into the air before I even come to a full stop and I can hear the sounds of gunfire from outside. Dropping my bag, I slump down to the ground, back against the wall, and try to catch my breath.

Finally able to breathe again, I look up to see four very confused looking agents, two male and two female, whispering while gesturing in my direction. I wonder if it's the deceptively scrawny part, the teenager part, or the running through the woods for over an hour to escape capture from Hydra part that they're confused about. Or it could always be the part where May dropped everything to perform an emergency evac when she's supposedly not in the field at the moment. She isn't but still. Apparently they only just realized that I was watching them but before they could say anything, May rushed in the room from wherever she was, probably the cockpit.

Moving over to my side she starts fretting over my arm, and forehead, and thigh, and, well you know just my everything. Look running through the woods while dodging bullets isn't exactly easy to do without obtaining at least some form of injury you know. Leaning away from her over affectionate mothering I grin at her.

"Calm down May, they're just flesh wounds. A bandage or two and I'll be fine. Plus, your mothering is scaring the baby agents. Or at least I'm assuming that they're baby agents since I don't recognize them. Oh, and why were you on my side of the US? Normally you and my uncle stick to the eastern seaboard." Before I could continue, May interrupted me laughing, which caused the baby agents to have an even more confused and scared look on their faces.

"We were on a mission and yes they're relatively new agents. Now what did you do to piss of Hydra enough that they decided to hunt you down."

"What! Me? I'm the poster boy for good behavior I'll have you know, I did absolutely nothing. I did delete all of the information about me that's suddenly on the internet though.",

"Oh really Mr. Poster Boy, what about the Mexico incident?"

"Um, well, uh, that was, you see we had a really good reason for..."

"Oh really, and what about the whole human sacrifice ordeal?"

"Does it really count as human sacrifice if you are the sacrifice and it's for a really good reason?"

"Yes! Literally anything that you and your friends do counts as the opposite of good behavior!"

"Well would you rather us ignore the literal mass murders and psychopaths trying to kill us?"

"You ignore Peter."

"Peter is more of a homicidal uncle who is irritating but not actually a threat."

"He tried to kill literally all of you multiple times."

"But he didn't!"

"Umm should we leave because we are all very confused and slightly terrified." One of the girls cuts in reminding us that they're there.

"You're fine Skye, don't leave. Stiles this is the rest of the team, Skye, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, and Antoine Triplett. Skye, Fitzsimmons, Trip this is Mieczyslaw Stilinski, codename Mischief, and Phil Coulson's only nephew. Stiles please try not to break the team between now and when we drop you off."

"No promises. Where are we going by the way?" I ask grinning a Cheshire cat grin.

"Normally we would take you with us but we are in the middle of an... issue so we're leaving you with your handlers. Remember that they don't know about Phil being alive, and you have to do everything you can to not tell."

"Oh joy..." As I grab the med kit that Jemma hands me in order to patch myself up the only thought running through my head is that I am officially dead.

(AN: 1723 words)