Bucky rolls his eyes. His time on the Avengers has been peppered with ridiculously weird shit, there’s no question about it; aliens and monsters and sentient furniture ain’t even the half of it. But this broad, with her wild dark hair and her pendants and her herbs, this ain’t exactly scary.
“What was it she said to you, exactly,” Tony asked, arms folded across his metal chest. “And not ‘vague gist’ exactly, Barnes, gimme at least a decent paraphrase, here.”
“She said I’d forget what was most important to me,” he said, and shrugged, then made an expansive gesture in Steve’s direction. “He’s right here.”
“Aaw,” Steve said, and clutched at his heart, his smile genuine and warm even if he was bein’ a punk. “Aaw, Buck, I love you too.” Bucky considers, for a moment, putting him in a headlock, but he gets distracted when Barton ducks under the police tape and runs over to him, looking weirdly concerned for how vertical and uninjured Bucky obviously is.
“Barnes,” he says, moving in all close, “you okay?”
Bucky kind of startles, ‘cos on the other side of Bucky from Steve and the others, Barton’s grabbed hold of his shirt, got it all rucked up by his hip.
“Woah,” he says, backing off, knocking Barton’s hand away. “Getting a little friendly there, Barton?”
The archer sends a quick look at Steve and the others, then back at Bucky, his face going through all kinds of expressions before he finally settles on confused.
“Sorry,” he says, “sorry. Just wanted to make sure the team was all fine.”
“Sure,” Bucky said, dismissive – it wasn’t like he even knew the guy that well. “Nothing happened.”
“You’re such a complete disaster.” groans the villain, scooping the unconscious hero off the sidewalk “Like, holy hell, how does anyone let you out of their sight. Stop picking fights with people you aren’t ready for.”
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i need all the fics right now! or a novel. i don’t care, someone just write it!
“You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’” AU
I’m sorry but that’s so Stiles running/hiding from the Sheriff and jumping into Derek’s car yelling “Drive!” and then realizing that he might not survive this, because this guy seriously looks like a serial killer.
Additionally, Derek is the new deputy at the Sheriff station and just finished his first day. And he heard enough about the Sheriff’s son in that one day, but decides to humour Stiles anyway (because that guy is hot) and scare him a bit.
A bit. I bet he just started driving towards the forest and Stiles thought that this is it, this is how he’ll die and no one will find his body.
Maybe even the old burned down house is still there. And Stiles is freaking out internally, because ‘Is this where he’ll bury my body? I shouldn’t have run from my dad. He at least wouldn’t have killed me for throwing out his secret fast food.’
(Derek probably sent a text message to the Sheriff at a red light, saying that he was kidnapped by his son and he can get him in the woods.)
The sheriff shows up and somehow is not suprised that Derek is blinking, dazed, at Ranting!Stiles. It’s Stiles. The kid probably started on how pirates used to frequent the cove some miles up the coast and ended up talking about the type of moss growing on the side of the Hale House.
He *is* suprised to recognize the face Derek makes when Stiles spins suddenly, throwing both arms wide in Derek ’s direction, saying something about the old house and how it’s a metaphor, how someone really should come out and make it pretty, just like the flowers that have crept up over the ruined steps.
There is a face the Sheriff was expecting, to be honest. It’s not uncommon to find new folks wide eyed and slack jawed when confronted with an excited Stiles.
But that is not the face on his new Deputy. This is a very, very different expression, and John is glad they haven’t noticed him yet.
Because the sheriff knows that look, knows how it feels to press the edges of his own mouth together to stop the smile, knows how it feels when his lids slip down just the tiniest amount, trying to cover the softness in his eyes. He knows that tilt to the head, the unconscious way Derek keep shifting his body, blading himself, letting Stiles become his North.
It’s been years since Claudia was taken from him, but John remembers the first time she smiled, and he aches.
But oh, watching Derek watch his son, the minute twitches in his fingers every time Stiles gets close, the light flush across his cheekbones? It’s an entirely new ache.
If he’s honest with himself, John had always worried about how alone Stiles ended up. Worried that no one bothered to look at his son, really look at him.
And well. Derek is looking now. From the way Derek ’s eyes track Stiles’ smallest gestures, John thinks Derek won’t be looking away any time soon.
So John smiles. Derek is a good kid, for all he’s been through. Loyal, intelligent. Maybe too intense, but so is Stiles.
Yeah, John thinks. It’ll be nice to be a family of three again.
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