The day didn't start off all too well, Loki had escaped, Thor was missing in action, and Banner was having trouble controlling his anger issues. Which, immediately put Fury on edge his normally snarky and cold attitude only heightening as he ordered the Avengers and F3 to take a personal self-training day. Which was the reason for Steve showing up before the crack of dawn at Stark Tower to wake Stiles, Allison, and Lydia up for a morning run.
Stark Tower, 66th Floor
Jackson groaned when the alarm went off his super sensitive wolfy hearing making the rhythmically beeping sound, sound like a fire alarm drill.
"Hmmm..." he mumbled burying his head in the crook of Stiles's neck, "babe, wake up" Jackson muttered gently running a hand over Stiles's chest before shaking him.
"Jax, stop!" Stiles angrily mumbled in his sleep.
"You gotta get ready for the training session, remember?" Jackson tried again only to get a muffled groan in response, "Stilinski, wake up!" Jackson propped himself up on one elbow as he leaned down to nip at Stiles's neck, "baby, please wake up."
Stiles's eyes fluttered open as goosebumps ran down his skin he quickly stretched an arm out to hit the alarm button off before cupping Jackson's face and pulling the werewolf to him in a morning kiss.
"I'm awake" Stiles smiled goofily making Jackson roll his eyes a fond smile settling on his pouted lips before he rolled them over until he was hovering on top.
"Good" Jackson whispered as he trailed a pathway of kisses down Stiles's chest, "now take a shower with me" he glanced up with a smirk.
"Yeah, yeah, gladly" Stiles breathed out almost stumbling out of bed with Jackson right behind him.
A knock sounded at the door waking Malia and Kira up but only slightly both of them trying to ignore it as they cuddled even closer, but when another chorus of banging hit the front door, Malia growled her fangs biting into her bottom lip.
"Babe, go get the door" Kira muttered.
"Why me?" Malia asked in a disbelieved groan.
"Because you love me" Kira mumbled tiredly kissing the coyote's arm that she was leaning on like a pillow.
"Fine!" she huffed as she pushed the covers off.
Malia ended up answering the door in nothing but a crop top and her underwear, not that she cared or that Kira was complaining when they went to bed last night.
"What?" Malia couldn't help the annoyance in her voice.
Steve stood there his face turning all different shades of red while he tried his utmost best to keep his eyes on Malia's face instead of her almost naked body.
"Ma'am, you might want to put something else on" he politely suggested making Malia do a once over of herself, and instead of her being embarrassed like any normal person would be she just shrugged it off surprising, Steve.
"No, now what do you want?" Malia demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Is Stiles here?" Steve asked. He wasn't sure why but something about seeing Malia in less than possible clothes in the room Stiles was supposed to be staying in bothered him.
Malia took a second to answer as she honed in on her supernatural hearing, hearing something that was definitely not for her ears mixed in with running water, "Stiles is in the shower."
That feeling was back, Steve wasn't entirely sure what feeling it was but he didn't like it.
"Malia, who is it?" Kira sleepily asked as she dragged herself down the steps and just like Malia she was only wearing a top with underwear.
"No one important" Malia answered, "babe, go get changed."
Kira's eyes widened when she saw Steve standing in the doorway a shrieked scream of surprise ripped out of her throat.
"Oh God, I'm sorry" she apologized as she ran back into the spare room.
"What's with all the screaming?" Stiles asked as he rounded the corner in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Kira was naked," Malia said. Her tone surprised Steve, it was so casual and carefree like it was no big deal and it was an everyday thing that happened.
And it was an everyday thing, especially for Malia to see, and even Stiles, Jackson, or Scott they were pack and something about being pack kind of created its own barriers for personal things and being in your underwear in front of the pack was not it.
"Since when does she get shy?" Stiles questioned as he lazily dried his hair with a small towel.
"Him" was all Malia said as she stepped aside to point an accusing finger at the super-soldier.
"Jesus Christ!" Stiles cursed his eyes widening as he subconsciously tried to cover his upper half, "Malia!" he scolded.
"What?" the coyote stared up at him.
"Uh... Steve, what are you doing here?" Stiles asked.
Steve couldn't help but take in just how strong built Stiles really was underneath all the baggy or size too big clothing the teen actually had toned muscles.
"Fury ordered training today, he said to come and get you to help lead the course" Steve explained trying his best to stay focused.
"Oh, okay, umm-"
"Stilinski, what's taking you so long?" Jackson asked jogging into the room with only a pair of sweats on.
"I'm leaving," Malia said as she walked up the two steps and back into the spare room to Kira.
"And you are?" Jackson asked waving an arrogant hand, and there was the Jackass Whittewhore again, Stiles couldn't help but smile his gaze dropping to the floor.
"Jax, this is Steve Rogers, the winter soldier..." Stiles saw the confusion in Jackson's eyes and without hesitation, he added, "the dude that was stuck in the ice for over ninety years."
"Oh, yeah" Jackson skeptically nodded, something seemed off about the American hero and he wanted to know why.
"Cap, this is Jackson Whittemore."
"Nice to meet you" Steve politely nodded his head with a small smile.
Jackson didn't say anything back, instead, he turned to face a still half-naked Stiles, "you go change, you don't wanna be late."
"Yeah, I'll be right out" and with that, Stiles disappeared back into his and Jackson's room.
Stark Tower, 82d Floor
"Okay, so what do we have first?" Stiles asked snatching the training schedule out of Steve's hands, "8:00 AM, running..." Stiles took a second to read over the words before he burst out laughing confusing Steve.
"What's so funny?"
"That Fury actually thinks I'm going to run?" Stiles chuckled.
"Aren't you?" Steve questioned raising what Stiles could only assume was a righteous eyebrow look, "everyone is, even Tony."
"Yeah, good luck with that" Stiles commented as the elevator doors slid open, "and no, I'm not running, neither is Lydia or Allison."
"Shouldn't you let them decide?" Steve asked as he followed Stiles down the long and winding hallway.
"Don't have to" Stiles shrugged, "the only time the F3 run is for survival, not fitness, and sure as hell not for fun."
Steve couldn't understand it, but Stiles had the same attitude as Tony Stark, arrogant at times, sarcastic almost all the time, and nonstop commentary fulltime. Yet, Steve found himself tolerating it even enjoying it, unlike when he and Tony were in the same room where all he thought of was punching the billionaire's teeth out.
Stiles stopped in front of one of the many doors scattered throughout the floor and gave it three quick but hard knocks, "don't worry Cap, you'll get a running partner though."
"Stiles!" Allison smiled as she opened the door.
"Hey, Ally-cat" Stiles grinned giving her a quick hug, "where's Isaac or Scott, I need one of them, preferably the latter."
"I'm been trying for a solid hour to wake them" Allison sighed as she glanced back into the room, "they're not budging... Oh, hey, Steve."
"Hello, Ma'am" Steve smiled.
"Don't call me that" Allison shook her head.
"Don't call her that," Stiles said at the same time surprising Steve and making Allison giggle.
"You're welcome to try though, Sti."
Allison took a step back letting the two in and without hesitation or even directions Stiles took off into the main room only to find Scott and Isaac curled up together fast asleep.
"Scotty, wake up, I need your help" Stiles clapped his hands before violently shaking both him and Isaac, Scott being the first to wake up, of course.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he jumped up and tripped over the blankets leaving him to faceplant into Stiles and knocking them both to the ground.
"And now you'll wake up!" Allison exclaimed throwing her arms in the air while Steve silently stood behind her observing and what he was seeing he wasn't liking but he wasn't sure why.
"Ouch! Dude!" Stiles whined as he pushed at Scott's shoulders till the Alpha rolled over onto his back and off of his best friend.
"What's going on?" Isaac sleepily asked barely lifting his head off the pillow.
"Nothing, just your idiot boyfriend here tripping and almost crushing me" Stiles muttered as Scott got back to his feet and helped him up too.
"Mmkay" Isaac mumbled his head falling back down.
"Oh, no" Allison shook her head before falling on top of Isaac and knocking the air flat out of his lungs.
"Allyyyyyy....." Isaac breathed out.
"Just get up, dude" Stiles sighed in sympathy, "before she uses the Chinese daggers in the top draw to skin you alive."
"She won't" Scott grinned.
"Yeah, she loves me too much" Isaac added.
"And that's the only reason you get away with almost everything and anything, Lahey" Allison rolled her eyes with a fond smile.
"So, what do you need help with?" Scott asked slinging an arm around Stiles's shoulder as he stared at his two mates.
"You need to go running with Captain America" Stiles said as he tossed a finger towards Steve.
"Huh?" Scott asked.