Human ( Stiles x Avengers )

Chapter 2 - Whiskey Eyes

I crept into my house at 12pm trying to not wake up my dad. I hadn't been home since the pack meeting this morning. Scott and the others found the werewolf in their territory and sent them off. Lydia and I had set up a place for women to stay for a couple nights away from hunters.

As I past the kitchen I noticed the light was still on. I also saw the empty bottle of whiskey on the floor and my dad sleeping at the table. I sigh and pick up the bottle, putting it in the recycling before nudging my dad awake. 

"Hey dad, wake up. You can't sleep here." He grunts a little but didn't budge from his slouched position. "Noah!" 

"W-what? Claudia is that you?" I stop as I listen to him mumbling, half awake. "Are you b-back? Claud- oh who are you?" He said slurred. How could he not know who I am? Even in this state?

"Stiles, your son. Remember?" I felt the sting of tears building up in my eyes as I spoke. With each word my voice wobbled.

"I don't have a son." Tears flowed freely down my face but I made no sound. Dad suddenly reached for his gun that was lying on the table. "Get out of here. Get out!" He flung his gun around violently. I felt frozen. Do I go upstairs and pretend this never happened or do I go? What made my decision was the shots around the room, threatening to hit me with every second I stayed in my own house. That was until the threat was delivered on. 

A throbbing pain exploded throughout my left shoulder, setting of like landmines in my arm. Blood seeped through my shirt and I screamed out in pain. But the pain  in my arm didn't compare to the pain in my heart. 

I ran.

I ran straight to my jeep. 

Fumbling with my keys as my vision blurred and my arm felt numb. 

I had to get to the hospital. 

Driving was painful but I barely felt anything. Cold, bitter loneliness was dumped on my shoulders like a boulder. I could only partially concentrate on driving because I could barely see through the waterfalls coming from my eyes, which made it hard not to crash. That was the last thing I needed right now. 

Finally I pulled into the nearly empty car park of the Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. I stumbled from my jeep to the front doors, trying my best not to collapse. I gave up once I was through the main doors and my knees buckled. I heard people gasping and a couple nurses rushed to  my side that were just about to leave for the night. One voice stood out the most.

"Oh my god! Stiles? What happened? Stiles! He's got a bullet wound. It'll need surgery. Get him a stretcher now!" 

"Melissa." I tried to speak confidently but failed miserably.

"Hey, you're gonna be fine okay? Just hold on. I'm gonna call your dad okay?" I started shaking my head violently.

"No don't call him. He-" I was cut off as I was lifted onto a stretcher type thing. "Promise me you won't call him!" I didn't get an answer as I was carried away from the brunette.

I woke up to a bright, white light shining in my face. I remember being put under anesthetic. I looked around to find a strawberry blonde sleeping on the chair next to mine. Her hand encased with my own. She stirred waking up.

"Hey Lydia." she stopped mid-yawn looking at me in disbelieve.

"Stiles!" She pulled me in for a hug completely forgetting about my wounded arm. She withdrew away instantly as I winced. "Oh yeah, sorry."

"It's fine. Is my...dad here?" I ask almost scared of the answer.

"No, Melissa made sure only Scott and I knew about this. Scott had to go, though I stayed. Obviously." She looked nervous and fiddled with the white sheets by her hands. I knew what she was going to ask. "What happened? Why don't you want your dad to know you're here?" 

"Well I got h-home and... found my dad drunk, asleep at the kitchen table. I woke him up but h-he didn't know who I was. And err, he got angry and..." I muttered, keeping my eyesight on my hands.

"Stiles...did your dad." I nodded. That was the only response she needed. "You need to leave. Your plan, going to your uncles. It needs to happen. This can't- I won't let this happen again. I'll explain it to everyone and deal with everything, jus-just go. Go to New York and start a better life. Please." 

"But how? I don't have the money to just up and go in the morning. And then there's my arm and-"

"I'll give you money, I'll order you a ticket to New York and then you'll be free. Melissa said you would be discharged today. Just take your meds and you'll be fine. Stiles you're stronger than everyone I know combined." I stared at her perfect porcelain face and sighed.

"I can't ask you to do all that for me." She simple smiled.

"You're not asking. And I'll kill you if you don't take this chance." I laughed a little at her seriousness. "I'm gonna miss you, even though you're a dork." Melissa walked in smiling at us.

"Stiles. How are you feeling?" 

"Alright, all things considered." I smiled back at the kind lady I knew so well.

"So Lydia told me you're going to leave this town. I fully support the idea, but you might need this." She dropped a duffel bag that seemed pretty full onto the ground. "Inside is clothes, food and drink to last a good few days. Oh and I put in your meds as well. Take them twice a day, morning and night." 

"Thank you. Both of you." I was slightly lost for words for a moment, my eyes wide. 

"You can leave whenever you want." With that she left the room.

"I'll book the ticket for tomorrow? You can stay at mine for tonight." Lydia thought through her head, not caring if I rejected or not. "Right, now hurry up and get changed."