In this particular ficlet, soulmates have picture soulmarks and not words. Also, I call Skye "Skye" because I wrote this before she chose her name to be "Daisy".
Stiles lands on his butt with an oomph!, his hands zip-tied in front of him doing nothing to help him to keep from falling over at the force of which he was shoved. "Watch it!" He snaps. "I bruise easily."
The ridiculously muscled men in tactical clothing and kevlar grunt at Stiles' words, one of the assholes kicking Stiles' leg purposely as he steps over him. Stiles protests again, sighing out in annoyance moments later when he's left alone. Well, as alone as he can be with another captive a few feet away from him- this one female and apparently unconscious seeing as her hands are tied around a pole behind her back, and her head hangs limply with her chin tucked towards her chest.
This would be the seventh time Stiles has been kidnapped since he's been introduced to the werewolves, he having lived his life as simple as possible and as low key as possible what with the secret he's had to keep since he learned how to talk. Because you see, Stiles Stilinski is not human. Not fully, at least, and the only people who know of his ability are his father, Dr. Deaton and now the McCall pack.
Growing up, Stiles' parents always told him he was special, but he never thought anything about it because that's what parents did- they told their children they were special. In Stiles' case, however, he really was special. While Mr. Stilinski was human, Mrs. Stilinski was not. Several added chromosomes in Claudia's family's bloodline led to numerous remarkable beings in her family, and when she married and had her only child the gene passed down to Stiles.
He was able to create and manipulate all forms of ice, of all things, and caused several flurries in his childhood home. Toddler!Stiles spent many years being home schooled until he got his ability under control and then- only then- was he able to attend public school where he met Scott McCall.
The McCalls, Melissa and Scott, practically became family to the Stilinski's when Claudia got sick. Melissa helped Mr. Stilinski with Stiles- taking him to school in the early mornings and picking him up after- and Mr. Stilinski became dependent on that help when Claudia's condition worsened. It was then, on Claudia's deathbed, that she came clean to Melissa- telling mother McCall just how special Stiles truly was. Melissa thought her to be delirious, but when Claudia brought a dead flower back to life in the palm of her hand.. mother McCall became a believer.
Surprisingly, Melissa took the news well and didn't treat Stiles any differently, but she made sure to keep an eye on him around Scott because that secret couldn't get out. Not yet, at least. And as Stiles matured rather quickly after his mother's passing, so did his powers. Enough so that in their first year of high school, Mr. Stilinski let Stiles finally come clean to Scott.
Scott, too, took the news well. Hell, he was excited for his best friend and constantly had Stiles fill the bathtub with snow so they could pack snowballs and rush them outside to the backyard for impromptu snowball fights. But not long after Scott was thrust into the world of the other worldly, Scott was bitten by a werewolf.
There were many ups and downs with Scott trying to figure out control, but not once did Stiles put his ability to the test amidst the drama. Scott knew how Stiles felt about keeping that part of him a secret until he knew for sure he could trust whoever he was telling, so Scott made sure Stiles didn't have to tell anyone before he was ready. Scott and Stiles kept to themselves mostly, Scott then making his own pack even though he was a beta werewolf what with recruiting Allison and Lydia into it. Derek, being an alpha, had his own pack that consisted of his little sister Cora, Isaac, Erica, and Boyd. And though Derek wanted Scott to join the Hale pack, Scott refused but didn't deny the alpha help when it was needed.
Drama came and went with the two packs always working together, and as Scott rose to alpha status, Derek fell to beta in order to save Cora's life. So with only one alpha, the Hale pack soon became the McCall pack. And it was around this time that superheros, x-gene positive beings and scientifically altered beings came out of the woodwork.
The world was split with their opinions about the supposedly superior beings, but when the McCall pack unanimously accepted the new beings, Stiles decided to come clean about himself. He told them of his ability; Showed them the way his eyes flashed/glowed silver and that the tips of his hair turned a silver-white when he was calling upon his power. The pack had been speechless, downright gaping at Stiles' transformation, until Cora and Erica both snorted- the ladies simultaneously calling Stiles Jack Frost. Half the pack seemed confused and then Stiles breathed a sigh of relief before laughing. Cora immediately pulled up a clip of Rise of the Guardians on her phone and since then, especially since Erica found Stiles a wooden staff that curved at the top exactly like Jack's and Deaton had it spelled to help Stiles with directing his powers, they called him Frost.
Over the years, they managed to keep Frost a secret and the few enemies who managed to find out, well.. they didn't exactly live long enough to tell anyone. So why is Stiles being kidnapped now when they haven't had any type of drama in the last month? Well, Stiles has no idea.
"Ugh," the female finally groans, knocking Stiles out of his thoughts. "What the.."
"You're awake. Good," Stiles cuts her off. "Mind telling me what's going on since you were here first?"
The girl slowly looks up with an unfocused gaze, hair pulled back into a ponytail and bangs hanging over her forehead. She looks to be a descendant of Chinese, though her American heritage is a bit more dominant, and now that Stiles assesses her she appears to be in her own tactical clothing. "Huh? Who're you?"
"Name's Stiles. Did they drug you? You're a bit.. slurry. Or did they kidnap a drunk girl? Oh God, they're really a big bag of dicks if they kidnapped you while inebriated."
"I'm not- I'm not," she shakes her head, frowning and gulping before briefly closing her eyes. Taking a calming breath, her eyes open once again. "They sedated me. Can't have me- can't have me in my right mind," she mumbles.
"Interesting," Stiles drawls, eyes squinting. "So I'm assuming you're gifted then? I mean, that's the only reason for sedation, right? To keep you from kicking their ass. But why sedate you and not me? I mean, I know why not me because no one really knows about me, but still. We're out in the middle of nowhere so you can scream yourself hoarse and no one will come. There's obviously no use in keeping you drugged unless you're enhanced and can kick their asses when you're in your right mind."
The girl blinks once, then twice. "You talk too much."
"It's part of my charm," he waggles his eyebrows. "So what're you in for? What'd you do? I'm not sure what I did to get on their radar. Hell, I don't even know who they are. Do you?"
"Yeah," she sighs, flinching as she readjusts her sitting position. Little by little, she's becoming more focused. "You a local or something? You said we're out in the middle of nowhere as if you know exactly where we are."
"Sure am," Stiles grins. "We're in an abandoned train station, actually. A friend of mine used to live here, so I'm pretty sure they'll find us soon."
"Yeah? And what makes you so sure?"
Stiles grins widens into a full blown smile. "Because werewolves tend to have an excellent sense of smell."
The girl scoffs and rolls her eyes, but Stiles doesn't let his smile waver. Instead, he waits until she realizes that he's a hundred percent being serious and when she does realize it, her eyes slowly widen. "You can't be- wait, who am I kidding?" She sighs again. "Aliens and monsters exist so why not werewolves?"
"Exactly. They're pretty chill, though, so you'll see. Once they realize I'm missing and not picking up my phone, they'll burst in here in all their furry glory."
The girl snorts and then groans, eyes squeezing shut. "Oww! Don't make me laugh."
Somewhere, a door creaks open and thudding footfalls approach. The girl tenses, but Stiles merely relaxes against his own pole that he had managed to scoot over to and lean up against. Five men, all in the same nondescript black gear, saunter in and all stare rather disdainfully at their captives.
"Well, it's been real. Really," Stiles smirks, bending his knees and laying his forearms atop said bended knees, "but I suggest that now would be a good time to go ahead and cut me loose. Me and my new friend, of course," he says, gesturing towards the girl who's surprisingly acting more groggier than she was a few moments ago.
"Yeah? And why would we do that?" One of the men asks, crouching down in front of Stiles.
"Because I have friends- friends who are going to be extremely pissed when they figure out I've been taken against my will- and let's face it, you guys are not hunters because hunters have a truce with us here in Beacon Hills. Which means," Stiles huffs, "you'll face the wrath of my friends and trust me, they won't be so nice."
"You think we care about your friends? If they find us, which they won't because we ditched your phone, but if they do? We'll kill them."
There's a moment of silence as the man smirks in triumph at Stiles suddenly blank face, and then Stiles barks out a quick laugh. "Oh man. Oh man, I thought you were being serious there for a second."
The guy backhands Stiles across the face, cutting off Stiles' amusement when the girl finally stirs and let's the men knows she's conscious. "Leave him alone! He's just- he's just a local. He doesn't even know you're Hydra so-"
"Wait, Hydra?" Stiles groans, cracking his neck as he tilts his head from left to right and licking his newly acquired split lip. "As in the Nazis we read about in History class?"
"We're not Nazis!"
The girl and Stiles both snort, amusement slowly creeping back in. "You've really stepped in it now," Stiles grins once again, keeping the attention on him when he sees one of the men pull a syringe out of his pocket and point at the girl. "'Cause you see, we might not personally know any Hydra agents, but we've heard and read all about you since SHIELD fell, and your files got leaked all over the internet. And you wanna know something great? My friends usually have a no kill policy, but I have a feeling they'll have no qualms about killing Hydra assholes. So really, you should just let us go. I'm doing you a favor by warning you."
The men standing around all chuckle as if Stiles' threat is a joke, but a bone-chilling roar pierces the air and everyone sans Stiles freeze. As all the men stand on edge and glance about warily, Stiles looks to the girl and watches as her eyes widen when his own eyes flash silver in response to his alpha's roar.
"What the hell was that?"
"Was that a lion?"
"A lion? Seriously, you fuckin' moron?!"
Eyes back to molten honey, Stiles relishes in the moment of his kidnappers being nervous. "That, my Nazi not-really-friends, is my backup. Seems to me they just realized I'm gone and it'll only be a few minutes before they're bustin' in and rippin' you to shreds." The girl across from Stiles gulps, and Stiles smiles reassuringly at her. "But not you, new bestie, you're safe. I'll keep you safe."
"Everyone, ready your weapons," one of the men says. "Tell everyone to be on guard." And with one last look at Stiles' all too calm expression, the men scatter about to do just as they were ordered.
Left alone once again, Stiles gives his attention to his friend. "So you're my new bestie and I don't even know your name."
"Skye," she says, gaze darting to him. "My name's Skye."
"Hello, Skye." Waiting for some form of a smile, Stiles then continues speaking. "So since I've established in my mind that you're an enhanced being, I'm just going to go out on the limb and guess that you can easily get out of your binds just fine on your own?" Skye shakily nods and Stiles beams. "Excellent! Me, too, but I say we wait until my friends come in. Let these guys think they have the upper hand and then break loose when they least expect it. Their expressions are always priceless when that happens."
"I take it that this isn't your first kidnapping then?"
"Pft. No. My friends call me a danger magnet," he chuckles. "I'm glad I'm not exactly human because I'm pretty sure I'd have a werewolf bodyguard twenty-four seven if I was."
"Right. Werewolves," Skye drawls.
"What? That howl didn't convince you? You seemed on board to believe earlier."
"No, I believe. Sort of. I'm just- I'm kind of a wait and see for myself kind of girl."
"Oh, you'll see." Just as Stiles starts to smirk, another door is hastily opened and at least twenty Hydra men hurry in- Stiles now realizing what the little octopuses on their sleeves stand for. "Hey, boys, back already? Packing heat? Sorry to burst your little bubbles, but my friends.. they're not so easily taken down by bullets." All gazes fall to Stiles, some wary and others angry. "I really hope you have more friends outside because you? You stand no chance."
Gun fire erupts outside before the Hydra men can retort, the occasional roar filling the air as the sounds of a battle get closer. Stiles calmly sits where he's at, watching gleefully as the Hydra men in the room hastily cock their weapons and spread out on guard. Skye gulps, eyes wide, but as Stiles catches her gaze he winks.
Calm down, he mouths at her. "And break your binds," he mumbles distractedly.
Skye nods, closing her eyes and concentrating if the tiny crease between her brow is anything to go by. And when the door into the main room where Stiles and Skye are being held at is kicked open with a triumphant roar, Stiles grins and easily breaks his binds around his wrists with a harsh pull. Bullets start flying, though none are directed at him, so he's free to climb to his feet and rush to Skye's side. Right before he reaches her Stiles swears the ground beneath his feet faintly shakes, but Skye's hands are suddenly free and he's reaching for her to help her stand without a second thought amidst the fight in the room.
Hands clasping together, both Stiles and Skye gasp, eyes going wide and mouths agape as Skye rises to stand tall. Time seems to slow, and the soulmarks of both Stiles and Skye burn lightly at their skin on skin contact.
"Y-you?" Skye shakily asks.
"Looks like," Stiles mutters in awe. "Fight now, see the marks later?"
The roars are louder as more people rush into the room, arrows whistle as they fly by and people are shouting about running out of ammo.
"Stay safe?" Skye pleads with a gulp.
"Always." Stiles and Skye are still holding tight to each other's hands, Stiles' free hand coming up to cup Skye's cheek. Grinning softly, Stiles then leans down to rest his forehead against Skye's. "I'm pretty sure you're a woman who can take care of herself, but given that you're still a bit drugged up, I'll have someone stay by your side."
"Wha- no. I'm fine."
"You sure are," he winks in return. Skye rolls her eyes with a small laugh, letting Stiles go so he's free to turn around while backing them up away from the fight. "Alli!" She hears him yell. "Allison!"
Skye chances a look around her soulmate when her back hits a wall, seeing for the first time the glowing red, yellow and blue eyes. Fangs and claws are apparently a thing now, as are the serious furry sideburns, and huh. Werewolves really do exist. Her soulmate wasn't bullshitting his way out of a situation.
A girl in a bright blue sweater with black hearts all over it, a black skater skirt and some pretty knee-high combat boots suddenly rushes towards them- a bow in hand and a quiver of arrows attached to her back. "Hey, danger magnet. Didn't need the saving, I see."
"Yeah, well, I have someone here who does," Stiles says, stepping out of the way so the two ladies can meet. "Allison, meet Skye; my newly found soulmate. Skye, meet Allison; my alpha's soulmate and pack huntress."
Allison's eyes go wide before a brilliant smile stretches across her face. "Hi! Nice to meet you. Wish it could have been under better circumstances."
"L-likewise," Skye replies, flinching at the sudden hollering of a man after a bone cracks loud enough so she's able to hear it from where she stands.
Stiles laughs, rocking back on his heels. "Anyway, watch her back, will you? She's been drugged and since she's the soulmate and all, I think teaching Hydra a thing or two about why Beacon Hills is off limits should do them some good."
Upon hearing that these guys are Hydra, Allison's gaze darkens. "No problem. Give 'em hell, Frost."
Skye's brows pull together in confusion at the nickname, but is answered fairly quickly as a beautiful blonde with red painted lips drops in from above into a crouch next to Stiles. "Hey, Stilinski, heard you wanted in on the brawl," she says, standing tall with ease. "Good thing I brought this, huh?"
The blonde brandishes a wooden staff and Stiles laughs as he accepts it. "Thank you, Erica. Now would you call the wolves off? I'd like to tap in now."
Erica smirks deviously, tilting her head back and letting loose what's supposed to be a howl, but really sounds like a roar. The others roaring in the distance seem to cease immediately and Stiles' eyes glow in response. Though this time, they stay silver.
Taking a few steps to the side, Allison shadows Skye as she watches her soulmate transform right before her eyes. Silver eyes dance with humor and the staff where his hand is wrapped around seems to grow white with frost. The tips of Stiles' hair also turns a silver-white, the moles dotting his neck standing out even more against his pale skin and it takes a moment before Skye snorts with amusement.
"Frost. Jack Frost," she realizes.
"Don't mock me. The pack thought they were being hilarious when they found out what I could do."
Skye laughs now, staring at Stiles in awe as the blonde quirks an eyebrow. "And who's this?"
"Introductions later, fighting now." Allison pushes at Stiles. "Come on, Frost. Show your soulmate just exactly what it is you can do."
Erica gapes upon hearing the huntress' words, Allison then laughing before pulling the blonde off to the side. Stiles winks at Skye, tapping the staff that's almost as tall as himself three times on the concrete beneath their feet. And 'lo and behold, frost starts covering the concrete beneath his feet and spreads out as he takes a few steps back before turning his back on the ladies to face the fight.
"Sooo.. that just happened," Skye breathes in awe, reaching forward with her foot to see if that's really ice on the ground. And yep, that's slippery.
"That's nothing," the blonde supplies, seemingly having gotten over her shock. "You should see what happens next. Duck when he gives the signal, though. You don't wanna be standing when Stiles does his thing."
"What sig-"
A sharp whistle cuts Skye off, she letting Erica and Allison grab her wrists to yank her down into a crouch as she watches everyone who's part of the pack drop flat on their stomachs. The Hydra agents seem confused at first, the several men still standing whirling around in circles as Stiles saunters forward. All guns are then aimed at him, but no one pulls the trigger and Stiles' chuckle is the only sound in the room.
"I warned you, but did you listen? No," he drawls the 'o' out. "And now- now it's my turn to play." Stiles tosses the staff up only to catch it by the end- the arch of his staff held high above his head at an angle. "You really should have let us go before I figured out that you'd taken my soulmate." His grin drops and his eyes flare even brighter. But before the Hydra men can even attempt to squeeze their triggers after realizing what a major shit storm they've just created for themselves, Stiles sneers and swings his staff in a full circle above his head once.. and then twice. And on the second swing, an invisible force and an extreme blast of arctic air spreads outward and knocks everyone still standing off their feet.
Stiles is glaring at all the groaning men, mentally cheering at seeing ice covering the trembling hands of the men closest to him. But instead of getting time to gloat, Stiles is suddenly tackled in a hug by Scott. And looking over Scott's shoulder after slapping away his alpha's hand when he notices the split lip, Stiles finds Derek, Cora, Isaac, Boyd and Lydia gathering around him and their werewolf features bleeding away.
"So do my ears deceive me or did I hear you say that you found your soulmate?" Lydia asks, a metal bat grasped tight in hand as it settles against her shoulder.
Stiles beams, the silver of his eyes bleeding away until his honey brown eyes shine bright. The silver-white leaves his hair, but the frost on the staff where his hand is gripping doesn't fade.
"Nope, you heard right, Red," Erica and Allison suddenly appear, pulling Skye between them, "and she's a cutie." Erica winks at Skye before turning her attention to the pack with a painted smirk.
Skye seems tense under all the sudden gazes, heart beating frantically, but she catches it in time before her own powers can get out of hand. "I- I have snowflakes," she blurts, "as my soulmark." Realization hits and she slowly grins.
"No way! Lemme see," Stiles laughs, eyes bright.
For a moment, the pack lets their guard down since the people who had kidnapped Stiles in the first place are all downed and whimpering because their hands are frost bitten. So seeing no immediate threat, Skye nods and shoves the sleeve covering her right arm up. And sure enough, from her inner wrist to inner elbow, intricate light blue snowflakes dot along her flesh. When Stiles reaches out to brush his fingers along a couple of the flakes, both marks heat up yet again and Skye sucks in a sharp breath. "Yep. Soulmate. Definitely."
Stiles chuckles as he pulls back, passing off his staff to Scott before shrugging out of his hoodie. Then shoving up the sleeve of his short-sleeve tee, Skye eyes what appears to be audio waves that wrap around Stiles' right bicep, but that- that doesn't make any sense. And as she brushes her own fingers along the lines and their marks heat up once more, Skye suddenly knows what type of waves they are. They're seismic waves.
Skye faintly grins and Stiles stares at her in wonder. "Do you know what this represents?"
"Yeah, but in order to show you, it'd be best if we were outside."
"And Hydra? What do we do about them?"
"Leave 'em. I'll show you why they sedated me. I won't kill them, but I'll be sure to give 'em a fright."
Stiles has to take a calming breath as his eyes flash silver upon remembering that little tid-bit of information, Skye then being surprised when a few of the wolves growl and their eyes flash in response as well. Stiles reclaims his staff with a nod, though this time when he grasps it, the curve at the top glows an ice blue showing that he's still quite angry. "I'm okay. I'm fine," Stiles assures the pack with a grim smile, "but let's just get outside before I decide to make human ice sculptures."
Only a few of the pack smile at Stiles' words, clearing a path and watching as Stiles reaches for Skye's hand before leading her towards the exit. She, too, takes a deep breath to remain calm and then they're walking and exiting the building. Outside, the only thing keeping the surrounding area from being eerily silent are the chirping insects. Well, that and the loud sigh Skye exhales once free from the building. The fresh air is doing wonders to clear her mind and she doesn't even mind the stares she can feel on her back.
Stiles quickly makes sure she's fine and once feeling level headed enough, she turns around to face everyone with a sheepish smile. Introductions are then made, Skye finding out who's who and just what their role in the pack is. Werewolves, she expected. The banshee, she did not, but she rolls with it either way.
"So," the banshee, Lydia, speaks, "I know you're Stiles' soulmate, but I'm curious to find out what Stiles' mark means. Care to divulge that information now?"
Skye chuckles as Stiles squawks and moves to chastise Lydia for being pushy, but Skye merely shakes her head. "It's fine. I, uh- can you guys move behind me, actually? I'm still pretty new to this."
No one hesitates and the pack are actually quick to scamper behind Skye as asked. Giving Stiles a brief smile over her shoulder, Skye faces forward and is left staring up at the clearly condemned building. She takes a deep breath, reaching out with her senses and feeling every vibration around her. And since the building is clearly the biggest thing for miles, she latches onto the wave length and concentrates.
Slowly squatting, Skye's right knee bends and her left leg stretches outward to the side. Her fingertips brush along the gravel below her and Skye closes her eyes to center herself. The earth faintly trembles with just the slightest of touches from her fingers and grinning when she hears the surprised gasps from her behind her, she presses her palms flat down on the ground. With full contact from her palms, the windows that are left in tact on the building start rattling.
"You-you're doing this?" Stiles stammers.
"Yes," Skye breathes. "Do you get your soulmark now?"
There's no answer and Skye concentrates once more, building up the vibrations in her veins. Then pressing- pushing, really- against the ground with her palms, the ground cracks loudly and visibly before her fingertips, the crack then shooting out towards the building. All the windows shatter and the trembling gets rougher- though the roughest of the quakes are only happening in front of Skye and not behind her. The walls start crumbling and when the first loud crash of a beam from inside is heard, Skye reigns it all back in.
"I have a code name, too, you know," she says as she slowly stands, getting herself under control. Tucking her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, Skye turns to face the music. "The Avengers call me Quake."
Mouths drop open and Stiles blinks owlishly as he stumbles forward a couple of steps. "Okay, one," he gulps, "we're definitely talking about how the Avengers know you. And two," he very nearly squeaks as he glances to the arm where his soulmark rests before using his other hand to push his sleeve up, "these are seismic waves, aren't they? Earthquakes cause seismic waves on the richter scale."
"Bingo." The pack don't exactly know what to say and even Stiles is still a little bit awed, so Skye decides to tell them more. She has a feeling they're all a packaged deal, so she might as well just say it all now. "I can do a lot more with my gift. Apparently, every object in the universe gives off a vibration- animals, trees, people- and I have the ability to tap into said vibrations. I haven't- I haven't always been gifted. I've actually only come into my powers two years ago and just learned decent control about a year ago."
"Coming into your powers- is this how the Avengers know you?" Stiles asks, still staring at Skye in awe.
"Yes." Pausing a brief moment, Skye then sighs. "I used to be a SHIELD agent. SHIELD-SHIELD, not Hydra-SHIELD," she clarifies quickly. "I was a hacker working against SHIELD and it was only when they picked me up did they give me a choice. Be imprisoned or work for them, and after seeing what SHIELD actually did, I joined up. I became a good agent, stayed loyal when Hydra came out of the shadows and gained my powers when I didn't want them, but that's a story for another time.
"My team- my team didn't know how to act around me after that," she admits sadly and glances downward so she doesn't have to meet anyone's gaze. "I wasn't human and they didn't know if they could trust me anymore, especially since learning control was hard. But Phil- Coulson was one of the few who only wanted the best for me and sent me to the Avengers where I worked with the Hulk and the Black Widow. They taught me control and they became my family when my team couldn't stare me in the eye anymore."
Skye falls silent then and she only glances up when she spots Stiles' sneakers coming to a stop right in front of her. Palm cupping her cheek, Skye follows Stiles' direction as he tilts her face upward. "You're one of us now. For good. We won't ask you to leave your family, but should you ever need it, Pack McCall is family, too. You'll always have a place with us."
She gives a watery chuckle, shakily nodding and smiling wide when Stiles' lips press to her forehead in a firm kiss. "T-the Avengers will be here soon to take in the Hydra men to be interrogated. I'll understand if you all want to scamper off now to keep your secret a little bit longer."
"Are you kidding?" the lanky blonde-haired boy scoffs- Isaac, Skye quickly recalls. "The Avengers are coming. Superheroes are coming! I think we'll stay."
"Besides," Scott grins and shrugs sheepishly. "Like Stiles said, you're one of us. You're pack now and the Avengers are your family, so I won't make you keep our secret from them. Now would be a good time as any to introduce ourselves seeing as we did just rescue you, so they'll have to believe we're good guys, right?"
The Pack all agree with their alpha- everyone sticking around for the Avengers to show up while Stiles keeps Skye tucked into his side. Though when the quinjet lands and the suited up Avengers sans the Hulk make an appearance, it's not Stiles, Scott, or Isaac that fanboy over their presence. Instead, it's surprisingly Allison who can't help but fawn over Hawkeye. Well, Hawkeye's bow, really.
"You think we can make this work?" Skye wonders, watching as Allison and Clint gather up the Hydra agents while the others show off their werewolf skills to a much amused Tony and Thor. "I mean, I'm somewhat of an Avenger and it seems like being part of a pack is a full time gig."
Stiles laughs as he watches the Black Widow, of all people, admiring Cora and Erica's claws before looking down at Skye with twinkling eyes. "Of course we're gonna work. Yes, I am part of the pack, but that doesn't mean my life has to stay rooted where the pack stays. And yes, you're an Avenger, but I doubt that they're going to keep you busy twenty-four seven so we can't see each other. We're going to make this work, Skye. Don't worry."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
Skye grins then, pushing up on the tips of her toes to press her lips to Stiles'. And this time when their soulmarks react, it's all pleasurable tingles and promises of what's to come.