Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

Sent Dad a text asking what time he will be home, to which he responds 30 minutes. That should give me enough time. Who needs a flying carpet if you can teleport right?

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The space around me begins to shake as it stretches and confines. Think of it as creating a door. A doorway which leads to a different space, a tunnel of sorts where the distance between two planes are flattened. I never really understood how it worked but that's how Stephen Strange explained it when he taught me the spell.

A second later a hole opens up that rips through space and I step through. Finding myself in Tony Stark's garage where I can see him visibly shaken up at the sudden presence of a teenager

'Intruder alert!' 'Intruders alert' His defense forces begin blaring

"Thanks for that Jarvis. I have eyes" The older gentlemen says. His playboy looks still haven't completely faded as his covered in grime from all the mechanical work his busy doing. Seems like his planning to turn his Bugatti into some sort of super vehicle. Only he would think of something like that.

As I remember the tony who I met later in life, he was certainly one of the most colourful men I ever met in my time. An inventor, adventurer, multi-billionaire, ladies' man and superhero. The leader and founding member of the Avengers superhero team which not only saved our world from destruction multiple times, but also spawned a billion dollar movie series.

I was always jealous there was no, Stiles Stilinski autobiographical series. But then again. Probably involved a little to much killing for the ordinary cinema watcher's taste

"Hi there" I say

"Hey" He answers as if this is normal, "Let me guess, you're from outer space and need me help?"

"Nope, I'm from beacon hills"

"Beacon hills?"

"Yeah Cali" I answer

He nods his head, but I can see he never expected such an answer. It was much to normal. "And what can I do for you …. Uhhh?"

"Stiles. Call me Stiles��

"Okay Stiles, what can I do for you" The likeable asshole questions

"Uhmm… I was wondering. If I could borrow a bit of your nano-tech. I mean I could steal it but then you would find out and it would lead to a whole big thing. Which I don't have time for"

He looks at me for a second, before throwing me his watch, "Turn the dial and you'll have a suit"

"Seriously?"

He nods, "Why?... Was it" I begin question before he interrupts

"Why was it so easy?" He smiles "Because you look like you need it kid" He replies before going back to work

This guy seriously just does what he wants. I expected no less. Opening the portal once more, "Thanks Tony. Also…. (Should I say it. I debate whether I should. But I say it anyway) If you ever need help. Call me. I may not look like much. But I can sure as hell help you. I owe you one."

Stunned for a moment at my sudden plea, he nods "Sure thing Kid. I'll be giving you a call"

"DAD!" I then hear an excited kid's voice trail as she runs into the room carrying her stuffed animal.

I see a cute, 6 years old girl with dark hair and eyes much like that of her father. But she stops dead in her tracks when she notices my expression

"Hey Morgan!" I smile, "Want to see something amazing"

Tony stands by looking nervous. As I reassure him, I mean no harm.

The little one nods as I put on a magical lightwork show. For her eyes. Before casting an amulet with a cute logo that will change depending on what see wants. For now, it's in the same of a Barney the dinosaur.

"Wow! Pretty" She exclaims, putting it onto her wrist herself it locks itself in place.

"If you press here" I teach her, "You can see something pretty okay"

She nods, "Thank you Mr."

"Call me big brother stiles okay" I order as I bop her nose

"Okay brother stiles" She says cutely kissing me on the cheek

Turning to Tony, "Don't worry about the bracelet not coming off. It will protect her��

And with that I step through the doorway. All the while aware that stark is definitely doing a background search on me. Too bad all he will is information on a Teen with ADHD.

Back in my home, I play with the watch a bit. I can't believe I have my own iron man suit. When I asked one from Tony in the past. He straight up told me over his dead body.

I guess part of it is my fault for sleeping with his baby girl Morgan. But you can't blame a guy. She's is quite the looker once she was all grown up. If Lydia and I don't work out this time. I'll see you in 15 years.

With everything falling into place. I try on the new armour and grin to myself as it fits like a glove. I modified the armour Tony gave me into a more second skin like manner. In a similar way too Spiderman's. I was always compared to Peter. Given our similar ages. But I was way stronger and he knew it even without the gadgets.

The colour isn't a traditional black like I've always wanted them to be but there are rather a random mixture of dark greys, greys, browns with a few touches of blues, reds and purples. They work together in such a manner that they break up my outline when I'm hiding. Furthermore, the material itself changes those colours depending on heat and humidity among other factors. This makes it even harder to have a firm grasp on me.

The face mask moulds to my face, in a way that facial recognition won't work. I honestly dislike Tony's enclosed suit structure and I prefer something tight that doesn't feel tight. My eyes also have a very fine layer of film over them, enough to protect them from any shards of glass or other simple things entering into them.

Checking myself out in the mirror, I can't stop my grin from forming. I look so damn cool. My love for superheroes is seriously showing. Although I look more like nightwing than Batman. Maybe if I add belts or some pockets don't really need since I have space magic and can store anything I need and want in a pocket dimension.

Turning, the dial I store it back into the watch. As the moonlight filters into my room. I'm reminded how fast the day has gone by. I spend the rest of the night in meditation filtering all idle thoughts away. This is habit I've developed, in order to ensure my dark side doesn't come out in my sleep. A dream is a dream only until it's a nightmare. I'd much rather spend 1 hour less hour asleep if it means the quality of my sleep is better. The importance of sleep cannot be taken for granted.

Climbing out of bed the next morning are surprisingly easy, I head to the shower as morning comes.

Deciding to actually have breakfast, I start fixing myself something, when I hear the rumble of my dad's cruiser pulling to a stop outside. "Stiles! I'm back" Dad let's me know.

"Seriously, your definition of late is really something special. It means not coming home at all" I joke

"Last night was especially busy. I have the FBI doing there due diligence over the recent "animal" attacks/murders. Wolfs in California. Totally normal. They think the wolf hair is a calling card of serial killer." He laughs a bit fully aware of the real reason for the recent deaths. Although it will have stopped as of yesterday.

"What do you want in your omelette?" I ask back knowing full well that no matter what he says, he's getting the low fat stuff, as he is still complaining.

"You're cooking?" He sounds "Since when do you cook? And it actually smells nice…."

I mentally smack myself across the face. I didn't really learn to cook until college but there is only so many times you can eat take out before you can't. While that may be due to the quality of takeout I could afford which was some mystery meat disguised as chicken, but hey it got me cooking.

"First time for everything…." I shrug it off, "So how did the all nightery go?" I fish for information.

"It was absolutely crazy. First the FBI comes knocking.

Next thing I know, the care facility is calling saying a dozen coma patients suddenly all woke up at the same time. Finding a strange substance in their blood tests. Checking why this could be, we find out that the only thing different is that a nurse didn't show up to work today, she got into an accident or something. After a routine check, we found this weird bag in her locker hidden behind the wall. Seems like she's been drugging up the patients. Bloody crazy.

And then this morning the girl you like shows up making a big deal about her missing jacket. "

Girl I like?

Lydia?

"Lydia!? What happened to Lydia?"

"Easy there tiger, your eyes are showing" He says mouth still full and I shake my head in order to control myself. "So that jacket, I got a call from Jefferies, that the Forest Rangers heard something about lights in the woods last night"

"Must be the hunters" I comment unintentionally

"Hunters ? The Argents?"

I nod as he says "I thought that surname was familiar. The French hunters. Gerard's lot ay… So the Rangers went to check in case the murderer had come back, weirdly though they found the jacket hanging up nearby"

"That's it ? Nothing else?"

Why the hell would Lydia's missing jacket be hanging up in the forest?