Stiles Wilson

[6.] U N E X P E C T E D__M I S S I O N

Stiles sat curled up in a shit ton of blankets.

They had just gotten back home and he had just avoided hyperthermia by mere minutes not that it would kill him or anything, okay maybe it would but he'd just revive himself again.

Though right now after seeing his mom and hearing her voice again he wasn't sure if he was ready to face her a second time in one day what if she didn't want to talk to him again?

"Here you go," Bucky smiled handing Stiles a cup of hot chocolate with his favorite mini marshmallows in it.

"Thank you," Stiles sighed setting the mug down on the side table before grabbing Bucky and pulling him onto the bed, Stiles snuggled into the soldier's chest before Bucky could even protest not that he wanted to.

"Stiles, you should really drink your hot chocolate it'll help," Bucky suggested his arms wrapping around the assassin.

"Mmhmm I will," Stiles nodded his eyes fluttering closed, "but this is really helping too," he mumbled against Bucky's chest making shivers run through the soldier.

Stiles groaned when his phone buzzed waking him up from a very peaceful sleep which was all too rare for him, Bucky mumbled something before rolling over and cuddling himself deeper into the blankets.

"Hello?" Stiles answered.

"Red, open up I need a favor," Wade's voice filtered through the phone.

"Didn't I just finish a favor?" Stiles questioned lazily unwrapping himself from the comforter and Bucky's grip before getting to his feet.

"Technically, that wasn't a favor for me it was a favor for Colossus," Wade pointed out as Stiles opened the apartment door to see his dad standing there in his red suit before he hung up the call.

"What do you want, dad?" Stiles asked pouring himself a cup of coffee it was only six in the morning and he was exhausted from both the hyperthermia and coming back to life all he wanted to do was sleep and more specifically sleep in the arms of the one and only reformed Winter Soldier, Bucky.

"This guy's head on a fucking pike!" Wade growled throwing a file down on the counter pictures unwillingly spread out across the surface.

They were surveillance images from all across New York and some in Los Angelos.

"And who might this unlucky bastard be to get on your bad side?" Stiles questioned setting his elbows down against the counter as he sipped at his coffee his eyes skimming over the details of the pictures.

"The person responsible for Vanessa's death," Wade answered making Stiles glance up at him his features softening with sympathy for his dad.

Vanessa was literally the light of Wade's life and because of some petty drug dealer, she was gone.

"Revenge?" Stiles asked.

"I need to do this. I need your help to kill this motherfucker, Red" Wade pleaded, falling into the nearest chair.

"I get it more than anyone, dad," Stiles reassured him, "but why me? Why aren't you going after him?"

Wade sighed his gaze dropping to the floor, "When we fell into the ice that felt like a hundred degrees below shit that's cold," he remarked glancing up at his son, "when I died I saw her... I saw Vanessa in our apartment but it was heaven I couldn't get to her though there was some kind of-"

"Barrier" Stiles cut in.

"How do you know that?"

"It happened to me too it's been happening to me ever since my healing genes were activated every time I die I go back to the hospital, Beacon Hills Memorial... my mom's there she's always there just reading her magazine she looks happy she looks at peace," Stiles said a fond smile playing at his lips.

"I'm sorry, kid" Wade sighed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were happy with Ness I didn't think you'd want me bringing up your old girlfriend who was also my mother and who died of frontotemporal dementia," Stiles half-heartedly laughed trying to make it sound like no big deal.

"Red, I was happy but that never meant you couldn't talk to me," Wade said, "you can always talk to me about anything whether it's your mom or your adoptive dad," Stiles nodded giving him a small smile.

"I know, I'm sorry" Stiles apologized. "So what did Ness say that made you give up your vengeance to me?" he asked clearing his throat and trying to change the subject.

"The kid, the kid at the prison, Russell," Wade announced.

"What about him?" Stiles stared at his dad in confusion.

"Ness, wants me to help him and you're going to help me get revenge on that cocksucker that killed her," Wade stated.

"Alright, tell me what I have to do and how many pieces you want the body in?" Stiles clapped his hands together, "Oh, and any style you want done?" Wade grinned beaming with pride, God he loved this kid he was an exact replica of Wade but somehow better at the same time and that's all he could have ever asked for.

"Make the fucker pay, Red" Wade smirked, "your choice of weapon, fashion, and torture" Stiles liked having free reign on his victims it helped his creativity flow. "And one more thing the place this scumbag was tracked was in a small town in California, one guess where" Wade watched as Stiles' face set into realization.

"Dad," Stiles sighed running a frustrated hand over his face.

"I wouldn't ask but-"

"I know, it's okay" Stiles nodded. "I'll work something out beside it's, not like they know what my job description includes these days, and maybe paying home a little visit will do some good," Stiles tried to reassure himself.

"Stiles?" Bucky came down the stairs his eyes darting in between the two, "what's going on?" he asked when he saw Stiles' concerned and anxious behavior.

"Nice, Red" Wade grinned eyeing Bucky's shirtless abs, "attaboy!" he praised before getting to his feet, "soldier" Wade mockingly saluted, "thanks again, kiddo" he turned to Stiles with a small smile before leaving the apartment.

"Stiles?"

"I, uh, got a contract," Stiles said handing the file over for Bucky to read.

"Then why don't you look happier?" Bucky questioned taking a seat next to him, "you love your missions and contracts a little more than you should," Bucky mumbled the last part making Stiles absentmindedly laugh while the soldier flipped through the photos.

"It's not the contract or the mission that's a problem," Stiles stated, "it's the location," Bucky glanced up still not understanding the actual problem, "the guy's in California... Beacon Hill's California" Stiles clarified with a sigh.

"Your home" Bucky said when the realization hit him.

"Was my home," Stiles muttered.

"Hey, I'll be with you the whole time" Bucky reassured Stiles before moving closer to him the assassin nodded his head gently falling onto Bucky's lap while his hands intertwined with the soldier's, "unless you don't want me there," Bucky said feeling Stiles tense under him.

"You kidding?" Stiles asked glancing up at him, "Whitewolf, you are literally going to be the shield to my Captain America" Stiles stated making Bucky laugh he loved how the assassin could make up ridiculous puns and remarks just so Bucky would understand his point, "I'm serious you will literally be shielding me from that town" Stiles added in a matter of factly tone that made the soldier laugh even more.

"Okay, I'll be your shield... Captain America" Bucky chuckled.

"Good" Stiles smiled leaning up to kiss him, Bucky's hand flying into Stiles' hair and pulling him closer before trailing along his back and locking itself around the assassin, "we don't have to leave for like another three hours" Stiles mumbled his hands tugging at the soldier's hair and shoulders.

"Really?" Bucky whispered in his ear.

"Really," Stiles repeated before Bucky lifted him up in his arms, "really?" Stiles exclaimed in surprise as Bucky carried him up the stairs.

"Really!" Bucky grinned setting Stiles down on the bed before attacking his mouth with kisses.