the town cascaded into a chaotic frenzy. nobody understood, they were here.
they were here.
excitement, hope, and fear flooded the townspeople at the sight of the high tech jet flying overhead. as it landed, the large A symbol carved in its side was made obvious.
there was a group, towards the back of the crowd that stayed tense, not liking the presence of those more powerful than them.
they didn't want them here. they refused to believe that they actually needed them.
but that didn't change the fact that they came.
that they came to help, whether the group felt the need for help or not. they're here.
the avengers have arrived.
and trust me, they didn't want to be there either.
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mortala || stiles and the avengers (CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING)Fanfiction
MORTALA [adj.] unrelenting and deadly; involving loss of divine grace or spiritual death. stiles was tired of the pack running behind his back. they had been shutting him out, avoiding him at school, not texting him about meetings, ignoring him all...