It wasn't even dawn when Phil called Stiles to get up because he had cardio training. Stiles bleakly listened to his uncle as he tried to untangle from a very cuddly octopus werewolf. He fell off the bed when Jackson suddenly let go of him. He swore Jackson did it on purpose. He could hear him snickering silently.

Stiles went to the small living space outside their bedroom, listening absently as his uncle went on his training schedule. He flopped head first on the sofa and made a happy noise behind his throat.

"You're flopped on the sofa, aren't you?" Phil asked.

"Yeah." Stiles answered.

"And you barely listened to what I said."

"Yeah."

Stiles could hear the heavy yet fond sigh from his uncle. "I'll just send in Steve then to fetch you."

"Okay."

"Captain America will fetch you, Stiles. Be ready." Phil reiterated sternly. Stiles really should have listened to his uncle but he was far too sleepy to care for any scolding he would definitely suffer the next time he meets up with his uncle. He barely noticed his uncle saying goodbye.

After his uncle hanged up, Stiles fell back asleep the following second.

Stiles heard a knock on the door and promptly ignore it in favor of getting more sleep. But it was clear that whoever was behind the door wouldn't be leaving anytime soon if the insistent knocking was anything to go by.

Stiles stretched and got up. Yawning, he opened the door. Stiles paused mid yawn when he recognized just who was in front of me.

"Oh fuck me." Stiles cursed, remembering his uncle's words. Steve looked startled and begun to blush. Stiles grimaced at what he said. "I mean Good Morning, Cap."

"Good morning." Steve greeted back.

"Come in!" Stiles stepped aside to let the super soldier in. "Oh God. I'm so sorry. I did not mean to make you wait. It's just that I was not actively listening to Phil when he told me you were coming to fetch me. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, Stiles." Steve said, calmly and can't help smiling at the teen. Stiles walked backwards to his room, telling Steve to wait for him, that he would just change, that it would take just a minute and wouldn't take long.

"Stiles, behind-" Steve tried to warn the younger teen. But then Stiles stumbled over the sofa. "-you."

Stiles swiftly got up. "I'm okay." He said before he dashed to his bedroom. He hurriedly search for his jogging attire.

"What's going on?" Jackson asked as he watched Stiles digging through his clothes.

"Jogging with Cap."

"I see." Jackson said all-knowingly.

"What's that tone supposed to mean?"

"What tone?" Jackson asked innocently.

Stiles glared at the werewolf languidly stretched out on his bed.

"That tone! Like I'm going to do something explicitly nasty."

"Weren't you?" Jackson challenged.

"No." Jackson just raised a perfectly thick eyebrow, unimpressed. Stiles groaned. "Maybe. But I won't because Uncle Phil will have my balls. Not to mention the entire country. I'm not that suicidal."

"Like that will ever stop you."

Stiles pointed a very offended finger at the werewolf.

"Don't even bother denying it." Jackson cut in before Stiles could even start to defend himself. "If you have a small amount of self-preservation, you wouldn't have trailing after Lydia all these years. Or the fact that you looked for dead bodies in the woods. Not to mention chasing after me when I was a kanima."

"Fuck you, dude. I have a good instinct for self-preservation. The world, fate or whatever just doesn't respect that."

Jackson snorted. "Whatever. I'm going back to sleep."

Fully clothed, Stiles jogged back to the living room.

"I'm ready." Stiles declared. Steve nodded and they made their way to the elevator. "How come I'm the only one? How about Jackson?

"Jackson's is basically unknown. Agent Coulson wanted to establish a base line data to create an appropriate, individualized training program for him. He'll be working with Bruce and Tony later to run some test with him like they did with me. Which is to figure my weakness and how to overcome it. They store the data in a secure server that only Tony and Bruce can access."

"This is still so unfair. It's spring break. I should be sleeping like there's no tomorrow." Stiles said.

Steve smiled at the whining teen. Maybe he should have gotten him a cup of coffee before he came knocking at his door.

Outside the tower, Steve and Stiles stretched and warmed up. Stiles couldn't help but stare glance at Steve. Because, damn, everything just fits perfectly with the soldier and it was hard not to stare appreciate that fine specimen, especially with way his clothes clings like a second skin.

"Ready?" Steve asked.

"Me? I was born ready!" Stiles jumped on his heal just to show it. "I'll race you."

Steve smirked at him, amused.

"Now that wasn't so bad." Steve exclaimed cheerfully at the breathless teen. They were back at the front of the tower.

Stiles huffed forcefully.

"You run past me. For 10 times." Stiles pointed out dryly. He felt so cheated. He only made 5 laps around the park in 30 minutes. When he paused to think about it, he actually did more than what average people can do. But still, his lanky form could not go much faster. He should have thought better than to challenge a super soldier to a race. Like seriously. It was an insane idea on his part.

"Let's get back to the tower. We'll eat breakfast then we'll hit the gym." Steve said.

"Do we have to?" Stiles groaned.

"It's on your training regimen." Steve said matter-of-factly. They entered the tower and rode the private elevator that only the residents of the tower and a few individuals could use.

"So... Is that how far you usually run every morning or did I slow you down?" Stiles asked, curiously.

"It was shorter than usual."

"I knew it. I'm sorry if I ruined your routine."

"It's okay. At least I have company this time."

"Don't the others run with you?" Stiles asked.

Steve smile tightly as he shook his head. "They're too busy doing their own thing. But sometimes Clint tags along." Steve's voice was even but Stiles could pick up the little tone of sadness in them.

"I'll run with you then. If you want to and if don't mind me slowing you down." Stiles offered, sinceriously.

The elevator dinged and the door opened.

Steve looked at him and smiled brightly. "Sure, I'd like that." Steve said, stepping out. Stiles' grin was ear to ear. He was feeling very excited until he realized he'd have to wake up early. Everyday.

Oh well. Who wouldn't want to be running buddy with an Avenger?

"I'll do the pancakes!" Stiles exclaimed, already taking out the ingredients he needs.

Steve just watched in confusion as Stiles took out strawberries and blueberries. And the insane amount of eggs. And when Stiles manically smiled and rubbed his hands, he did the sane thing to do. He moved away and kept a safe distance. Agent Coulson did say the young man managed to detonate a birthday cake.

It was a wonder how Stiles move effortlessly from one task to another. Whisking here. Stirring there. It was not long before a sweet smell of pancake permeated the air.

"Good morning..." Jackson said as he walked across the kitchen and stood behind Stiles. "I knew I smelled blueberries."

"Take a seat. It won't be long." Stiles said whisking furiously.

Some sizzles after, Stiles stacked three pieces of blueberry pancakes. He put some whipped cream and dripped a liberal amount of maple syrup. He slid it on the table.

Jackson immediately dig in.

"I feel offended. You're cooking and you didn't invite me." Clint said.

Stiles rolled his eyes but he was already stacking a plate for Clint. "We woke up early for a morning run. Besides, I'm not your mom."

Stiles placed the plate full of pancakes in front of Clint.

"Maybe you should be. Then, Steve can be our dad." Clint said, casually. A little too innocent as far as Stiles could tell. The master archer happily cut his pancake.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at the archer. Clint munched his food like a happy camper. Stiles was about to ask something when the God of Thunder boomed A VERY GOOD MORNING.

"Clinton said Stiles was making breakfast!?!" Thor asked excitedly. His eyes immediately zeroed on the food Clint was eating. Clint overtly moved his plate closer to him and away from a very hungry looking God who will mostly steal it if he wasn't very cautious. "Is that pancake? With blueberries?"

Thor grinned at Stiles.

"I also made strawberries."

"Can I have both?" Thor asked, hopefully.

"Sure..." when Stiles turned back, he almost dropped the plate. Natasha was suddenly standing behind Clint.

An amused smile was playing on her lips. "I'll have the strawberry."

"God, don't do that." Stiles hissed.

"Do what, My Friend?" Thor asked, taking his plate excitedly from Stiles.

"Not you, Natasha and her suddenly proofing out of air technique. First Derek, now you. I'm going to have a heart attack." Stiles said. Stiles wants to glared at her but he was afraid of what she might do to him if he ever so much as try to.

"No luck there, kid." Tony said coming from the living room with Bruce at his hip. "Might as well carry a handheld AED. Oh Blueberries!" Tony took a seat beside Jackson who growled at him when he tried to take a piece.

"Right, no stealing foods from hungry werewolves." Tony said backing away.

Stiles prepared their food and gave it to them and soon only he and Steve were the only ones who weren't eating.

"Here." Stiles said handing Steve a plateful of pancake. "I figured you'd like a chocolate one."

Steve was surprised Stiles made a different flavor for him. "Thank you." Steve said smiling shyly. "You didn't have to."

"But I want to." Stiles said, winking.

Steve took a bite.

"So how is it?" Stiles asked.

"It's amazing." Steve said, laughing as some chocolate syrup drips on his lips.

Stiles was high and stoned and all fluffy warm feelings. It's like winning a noble peace prize every time he made Steve smile.

Later, Stiles and Jackson went to Bruce's lab with Tony. Natasha and Steve was also there to make sure they wouldn't end up creating a werewolf epidemic at the end of the day. Stiles was sure his uncle sent them since he can't. Stiles wondered where his uncle could be. Probably way beyond his clearance level. Hopefully not somewhere dangerous. Clint and Thor had come also since it was a 'slow day' and there was nothing else to do.

"Stiles, can lycanthropy be passed through blood?" Bruce asked, a syringe on hand.

"Derek didn't say anything about that. But from my researches, it's highly possible."

"Are there other ways?" Tony asked who was fiddling with a treadmill. "Like being clawed, spit, etc?"

"Claw, No. Spit? Nah, Scott has been playing tonsil hockey with his girlfriend and she's still human."

"Tonsil hockey?" Steve queried.

"It's like French kiss, Cap. Only wetter, deeper and a lot sloppier. Like that one time you barged into my workshop." Tony explained happily. Steve visibly flushed. Now that was a story to tell, Stiles thought. Steve cleared his throat.

"Anyway, I've read a legend and I've come across it multiple time. So I think it might be true. According to this legend, a man can take the form of a wolf when he drinks from a puddle made of a wolf's paw print. Werewolves of this origin can fully control their wolf, can even shift into a full wolf form. They don't have bloodlust or any violent urges." Stiles said.

"Is there a way to cure it?"

"Two. And both are extremely dangerous. It either cures you or it kills you." Stiles said seriously.

Jackson perked up at the statement.

"There's a cure?" Jackson asked.

"There is but as I said. It's extremely dangerous."

"What is it then?"

"Wolfsbane and moonstone."

"Wolfsbane... Isn't that poisonous to werewolves." Jackson asked.

"Yes, that's why it can kill you. But given the right procedures and the right time, you can use it to unwerewolfy a werewolf."

"How do you use it then?" Steve asked.

"First thing to consider is the timing. You can only use wolfsbane potion to newly bitten wolves who hasn't gone through their first moon. Otherwise, it'll be just as poisonous as any other wolfsbane. So you take wolfsbane flower that had grown over a werewolf's foot print. Which is actually not that very difficult to find. Then you burn it and the ashes from it, take that and dissolve it in water. There were tips that it should be taken before the new moon during the day when the wolf's spirit is at its weakest."

"And the moonstone?" Steve prompted.

"Well... The moonstone can work two ways. One way is it gives the person the ability to complete control his shift. Another is to completely remove the 'wolf spirit from the soul of the shifter' and trap it into the moonstone."

"But? I can definitely see there's a big 'but' right there." Clint said.

"When is it never there?" Bruce asked, cleaning his glasses.

"There might be a big chance that it'll suck in your soul as well."

"And that's why I hate magic." Tony declared.

"You just hate anything that defies the laws of physics." Bruce said.

"And you don't?" Tony asked Bruce.

"It depends on how people use it. If it can calm the other guy, who am I to say no?"

Bruce smiled sadly as he turned back to check on the readings of an apparatus. Tony pouted and played with his hand before he gives up and gave Bruce a loving reassuring hug. Tony and Bruce made Jackson go through several equipment. They made him run, jump, make him pee (Tony wanted to observe that, but Bruce pulled him back by the ear. "It was for science! Who knows how they pee? Shut up, Stiles. Quit laughing.") And whole lot more. Stiles just stand as far away as possible. There was far too much blood extraction for him than his comfortable with.