Stiles' POV:

As we begin to approach Avengers Tower I can feel the dread slowly building. Landing on the roof, I walk down the ramp carrying my go-bag, only to turn around and face the inside of the quinjet when I hear May call my name.

"Be careful and call us if you need anything okay Stiles? Even if were busy we will always make time for you. Plus, I think that you're now Fitzsimmons' favorite so we have to keep you, if just to make the scientists happy." Smiling, I lean in and give May a one armed hug, knowing that the little bit of affection in her words means much more than it seems.

"Of course, May, how else am I going to keep you on your toes." Winking at her, I turn back around to see a group of partially armed and very confused super heroes standing in a semicircle surrounding the bottom of the ramp. I look at each of them before locking eyes with the deadly duo. I see the exact moment that they realize that it is me and use the extra second to brace myself before I become the filling in an assassin sandwich. Muttering out a faint can't breathe they step back, only to start fretting over my bandages. As the wind from the leaving quinjet disappears I begin to talk to them.

"Guys I missed you too but I'm currently annoyed with you so..."

"What! What did I do? Her I understand but I am a well-behaved member of society thank you very much and I could do without these false accusations." Clint exclaims, throwing his hand over his heart and putting on a betrayed face.

"I just had to get an emergency evac after jumping out of the second story window of my high school and dodging bullets while running for an hour in the preserve in order to escape killer calamari that wasn't supposed to know about my existence..."

"Obviously not dodging well." I hear Stark mutter looking at my bandaging, then getting hit by Rogers. I decide to continue on like I didn't hear him.

And based off of past experiences the only time shit like this happens is when you two do something stupid so while you figure out how to deal with the shit-storm that is sure to follow this, I need to make a few calls. Which one of you has an untraceable phone I can make a call my dad and friends on?"

Grabbing the phone that Natasha pulls out of a nearly invisible pocket on the inside of her thigh, I walk off to the other side of the landing pad while the spysassin twins try and explain to their teammates what the hell is happening. Making sure that the call won't be traced, I call my dad's cell phone and let him know what happened, that I'm safe, and that I will be home as soon as I can be. Once that's over with, I dial Scott's phone, figuring that the pack will all be together at either the loft or the Hale house that we are in the process of fixing up. After the final ring, I hang up before leaving a voicemail. Sighing, I decide to try Lydia and see if she answers.

"Hey, it's Lydia, who's this?"

"Hey Lyds. Smack Scott for me would you, he didn't answer his phone when I called." Smiling, I listen as she screeches my name before going on a tirade yelling at Scott for not answering his phone. I hear someone else grab the phone and walk a little ways away from the shouting before talking.

"Sup Batman, you okay?"

"Don't worry Catwoman I'm not out of commission yet. I'm with a few friends at the moment, but I'll be home as soon as I can be. They might be able to hear so don't say anything to vulgar or inappropriate, basically keep the phone from Jackson, Derek, and Malia." Hopefully they'll take the hint and not mention the whole supernatural thing.

"Will do Stiles. What happened? Why were those people after you?"

"You know how my uncle worked for the government? Well a few of his friends are pretty important and some info hit the internet recently mentioning me in connection to them. We got it off the web but some... unsavory characters that want to hurt them saw it and thought that they could use me to get to them. Luckily, we had a plan for if something like this happened. The people have been taken care of and shouldn't return to where you guys are but if they do, call my dad and let him know. He knows who to contact in order to deal with it."

"Okay Stiles, you sure you're alright? You know Derek will kill the rest of us if someone gets hurt, especially you."

"I'm fine, don't worry. I'll let someone know when I'm headed home. Got to go, see you soon Erica."

After hearing her say goodbye, I hang up and turn back towards the superheroes on the roof behind me. Well, here goes nothing...

"So, I'm Stiles, I'm Phil Coulson's nephew andsince these two are my handlers you're stuck with me until we figure out how todeal with the whole Hydra trying to kill me thing. Sorry for intruding, but I couldn'texactly go to HQ cause, you know, the whole shieldra ordeal. Sup?" I blurt outin one breath while trying to keep up a façade of 'I'm a superspy in trainingbut completely harmless' so that they don't try to, like, shoot me orsomething. "By the way someone should probably deal with the whole 'Hydra attacked a high school' thing too."

(AN: 962 words)