stiles made it all the way into his house and up to his room before the panic attack set in.

his breaths started shortening, his vision started going black around the edges, he felf numb to the tears streaming down his face, everything felt as if he was underwater.

he heard john telling him to breathe, telling him to focus on the things around him, telling him to think good things, but it felt as if he was detatched, as if he wasn't really there, everything felt numb.

then he felt a sharp sting on his cheek and his head whipped to the left.

he stared at john in shock.

he had just slapped him.

"you just slapped me."

"well it worked didn't it?"

stiles just continued to stare at him.

"you just slapped me," stiles repeated like a broken record.

"yes, now do you want to move on to why i had to slap you?" john asked.

"well, i had a panic attack and the normal methods weren't working," stiles responded, evading the real question.

john just fixed him with a look that conveyed how thorougly unimpressed he was.

"fine... the pack called me to a meeting today, urgent, said to be there at 8:00. i was actually on time, for once, because roscoe wasn't acting up and i-... i heard them talking about how i'm skinny, defenseless stiles and i needed to be out of the pack..."

john waited a few moments before answering.

"well... that proves it."

"proves what?" he asked.

"you're going to your father's. you can meet the team, i know new york has a bunch of really good self-defense programs. and besides, you keep telling him you'll visit but with all the supernatural bullshit, you haven't held up on your word. i think you've hurt his feelings."

stiles snorted his dibelief at the last statement.

"i don't re-"

"no, stiles. i've already been entertaining the idea after gerard and the kanima, but this is getting out of hand. you said they're planning on kicking you out, so what's the issue? and, didn't you say you hated lying to them about me and who your real father is?" john listed off mercilessly.

"i-... fine... i'll go. i can book a plane and be gone by-"

"no, no, no. i may have lied about just enterntaining it. your plane leaves in an hour and a half. be ready in an hour."

"wha-?!" but john had already left the room with a pat on his bent knees.

i better get packing, stiles thought.

stiles got off the plane after the no stop, three hour flight, and onto the tarmac to see the entire avengers team waiting. well, technically all of them. stiles had his suspicions that there were some people who were avengers-adjacent.

stiles saw black widow, winter soldier, captain america, his dad, bruce banner - which stiles was kinda fanboy-ing over - and last, but definitely not least, hawkeye.

which, stiles had the pleasure of meeting over one of the many skype he and his father had before beacon hills became the cesspool for the supernatural.

"dad, you brought the whole team. if i actually had the capacity for it after a three hour flight, i might've been embarrased. but i don't, so, hello avengers. plus clint."

"wha-?! kid, just because i already know you doesn't you should've lost the ability to fanboy over me!" clint said in indignation after stiles had hugged both his dad - iron man - and clint.

"i lost the ability to fanboy over anyone, after the two hour mark," stiles deadpanned while security put his bags in one of the cars.

"wimp," clint responded.

"i barely leave beacon hills numbnut. and, correction to my statement, i lost the ability to fanboy over everyone but bruce banner!" stiles turned to bruce and held out his hand, "hi, i'm stiles."

"hey kid," he said, taking stiles' hand, "look i'm flattered but i don't really control the-"

"-hulk?" stiles finished for him. "yeah, no, that's fine, i mean, i'm all for the whole smashstuff speil, but i'm more into biogeneticism."

"o-oh. well, um, i would be, perfectly happy to talk with you about that sometime," bruce stutters over himself as if he was confused someone like his smarts rather than the big guy.

"coo-"

"biogenticism?! how are you my son?! you kno-"

"well, you see," stiles cut over his father, "you and my mom decided it was a good idea to have unprotected sex and i-"

"okay, okay, okay! jesus... you really are my kid," he said with a hint of pride.

"so, your name is stiles."

stiles thinks she was asking a question, but it didn't sound like one. he answered anyway.

"yeah, no. my parents were crueler than that. my real name is mieczysław. polish, i was named after my dead grandfather... yeah, closest i could get was mischief, but i chose stiles... really don't why, to do this day, but it stuck."

natasha hums and stares at him with an extremely scary and intimidating gaze, but stiles already had one redhead who-...

yeah, stiles isn't touching that with a ten-foot pole, but he held natasha's gaze.

you wouldn't have seen it if you weren't looking, but stiles was, so he saw the slight uptick in the corner of her mouth before she looked away.

he turned to steve and bucky.

"'sup," was all he said before he started walking to the car they loaded his luggage into.

what?! he was tired okay!

-~-

ah! okay so, this takes place after the winter soldeir, bucky, steve, and tony are all in a relationship, phil, natasha, and clint are in one, and pepper is the really awesome and single best friend.

now, the team knew about stiles, but only clint had met him, on skype, but they still had all taken careful precaution to make sure no one knew stiles was tony's kid. so, it wasn't released in the shield take down.

and, civil war, never happened because, like i said, they're all dating eachother, and tony is at least partially mature and realizes it wasn't bucky's fault.

also, claudia and tony had a one-night stand but they decided they were better as friends. two years after stiles was born, claudia met john, you know the rest.

think that's it? if there's morecomment your questions, and i'll anser as well as i can!

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