All day long, Jackson had been jittery. He reacted to the slightest change around him. Stiles had asked him if he wanted to go home but the werewolf was stubborn. He felt their bond throbbing with tense energy and, in some way, he can feel the pull of the moon, prickling under his skin.

Stiles insisted that they take the day off on several occasions but Jackson refused. So long as Stiles is with him, he could control himself. Jackson calmed whenever Stiles was near or touching him skin to skin. The control Jackson was exhibiting was exemplary. He had never seen Scott exert this much control before a full moon, even with Allisson around. Even Derek, a born wolf, had trouble separating the effect of the moon from his own emotions.

When they got home after school, Jackson immediately took a shower. He couldn't take the smell of strangers on him. It was a peculiar thing to say. Scott never complained about smelling like someone else. Then again, Scott never paid adequate attention to this sort of things. Stiles took the initiative to take a shower so he could get rid of the scents of strangers on him.

Stiles was starting on his homework when his door open. Stiles looked up from his books and found Jackson take a lungful of air through his nose and sighed contentedly.

"Smell something good?" Stiles teased with smirk.

Jackson scowled. "You smell like you." Jackson said. He crossed the room and sat on the chair beside Stiles. Stiles scooted away so they could share his table.

"I figured it'll calm you down if I also don't smell like strangers." Stiles explained his theory and it seemed to show.

Jackson smiled. "Didn't know you cared, Stilinski. But, you're right. I do feel better."

"Sir, should I inform the others of this development? His level of anxiety has decreased." Jarvis asked. The A.I. still startled them.

"As a suggestion, Jarvis. They don't have to do it. Do not oblige them, please." Jackson asked politely.

Stiles could only blink in surprise. Hearing Jackson ask for a request and being thoughtful of others was something Stiles was witnessing for the first time. Stiles smiled at how far Jackson had come in just a short period of time.

"You know what. I never thought I'd see the day you'll use the word 'please' and mean it." Stiles said.

Jackson looked at him with shy smile. "It's because of you. And the team. You've all been a good to me."

"I guess we made the right call when we decided to stay here." Stiles said. Jackson nodded.

It's past seven when they were called for diner. Natasha and Phil were on a mission but the rest of the team was there. Stiles took the seat beside Steve. It had become sort of habit and a running inside joke between all of them, sans Steve. Everyone except the super soldier knew that Stiles had a gigantic crush on him.

"You've been raving about steak yesterday." Clint explained when they saw the excessive amount of steak and other meat variety food. Clint was still wearing an apron when they came in.

"You made all of this?" Jackson asked incredulously.

"Better keep you sated. Don't want to be werewolf chow later." Clint joked. Jackson rolled their eyes.

A few days ago they had confirmed that werewolves needed to eat a lot more when the full moon nears. Bruce made some test and they figured that Jackson's cells were undergoing rapid activity than normal and using more calorie and protein than normal.

"Thank you." Jackson said, sincerely. Clint smiled softly. It looked like it wasn't just Stiles who realized how much the werewolf changed.

They began to eat their diner. Steve had asked them about their day, especially Jackson. Steve was happy to learn that they did okay. Stiles added his observation about Jackson's amazing control.

"Do we still have to go through with your plan tonight?" Steve asked Jackson.

Jackson put down his utensils, brows furrowed while he was thinking hard. "It's better safe than sorry. I don't want to hurt any of you."

"If you say so." Steve said.

Later that night, Stiles and Jackson and the Avengers went to the training room. There was an air mattress in the middle of the room. Jackson stood beside the air mattress.

"I'll make the circle bigger so you don't feel confined." Stiles said. Jackson nodded.

Stiles opened the vial of mountain ash and poured it on the floor. It raced around the room tracing an invisible circle. When it reached where it started. A blue barrier ignited for a second and became invisible the next. Jackson reached out of the circle only to touch an invisible wall. Even as he pushed harder, he could not move closer.

"It's working." Jackson said. He relaxed a little bit, consoled that he won't hurt anyone.

"The moon will cross in a few minutes. JARVIS will monitor your vitals and inform us of anything that will put you in danger." Bruce said, looking at his StarkPad.

Everyone one sat on the floor, waiting anxiously for the moon to appear.

Jackson snapped to the right.

"It's starting." Jackson announced in a tense voice. When he looked back at them, his eyes were glowing yellow. Hair started to appear on his jaw, and arms. His nails lengthened into claws. And his fangs jutted out of his lips.

When his shifting was complete, Jackson snarled at them and he suddenly jumped toward the nearest heartbeat. He hit the barrier and fell back. Jackson immediately jumped right back and clawed at the barrier. A frustrated growl kept rumbling in his throat.

"Jackson." Stiles called out, worriedly.

The werewolf looked up at him. His bright yellow eyes were begging for something. "Stiles." Jackson whimpered his name, through gritted teeth.

Stiles moved closer. The werewolf followed his movements.

"Stiles." The werewolf whimpered. "Pack." His palms and face were plastered on the barrier and he kept on trying to push through the field. He kept on whispering Stiles' name and the word, 'Pack'.

Stiles felt like his heart was being stabbed. He held up his hand over Jackson's and crossed the barrier until they were touching skin to skin. Jackson relaxed vastly. The change in behavior was visible.

Stiles thinks. A hypothesis crossed his mind. And it was too risky to put it to the test.

Stiles took a leap of faith. He crossed the circle and hugged Jackson with everything he had. He didn't care if he might get hurt. As long as he could stop the way Jackson was hurting, it would be worth it.

He could hear the Avengers calling him, worried and afraid. He was aware of the fearful call from Steve.

He waited with bathed breath for the worst. But it didn't come. It wouldn't. Jackson would never hurt him. He knew. He could feel it in their pack bond.

Instead, a gentle but tense arms wrapped around him and pulled him into an almost desperate embrace. Jackson breathed heavily, inhaling his scent like he had done previously.

Jackson pulled back, letting his hands slid off Stiles' back on to the brunette's arm. His werewolf hair has receded except for the ones' on his eyebrows. The fangs are still there along with his claws. And his eyes are still glowing yellow.

"This is dangerous. I could have ripped you apart." Jackson muttered in frustration, shaking Stiles to get him to know how stupid his action was.

"Yeah, I was afraid you might do that. Good thing you didn't." Stiles said, jovially. Jackson groaned in frustration. "Besides, I know you won't really hurt me. You just need some Stilinski hug. I can feel it in the pack bond. You can't deny it."

Jackson shook his head and laughed almost hysterically. "My god, you are an annoying little shit, Stilinski."

Stiles gave Jackson a shit eating grin.

"Uhm Stiles?" Steve called, cautiously.

Stiles totally forgot about others. Stiles turned back to them. He made sure not to lose body contact with Jackson.

"It's okay, Steve. Jackson got it under control." Stiles said. Steve looked skeptic and so are the others. Most of them were ready to bring out their weapons if Jackson became violent. "Werewolves can subdue their bloodlust and remain human if they can find an 'anchor' to their humanity. And Jackson made me and the pack bond his anchor."

"Pack bond?" Bruce asked.

"It's like an empathic link between members of a pack. It let us feel what the pack is feeling." Stiles explained.

"But you're not a werewolf." Bruce said.

"A werewolf pack sometimes contains human. It's actually healthy to have at least one. Humans help stabilize a pack. They keep the wolf instincts at bay."

"So the more humans, the more control?" Clint asked.

Stiles considered it and the math seemed right. "Yep." Stiles answered, popping the letter 'P'.

"Then, can I be part of your pack, Jackson?" Clint asked Jackson. His tone was serious, no trace of his usual humor. It was also the first time he had heard the archer utter the werewolf's name.

Jackson stared at the archer. Stiles saw something pieced together within Jackson like a jigsaw puzzle slotting in its right place. Something unique and unequivocal.

"I already consider you pack, Clint. It's up to Stiles whether you can join or not." Jackson said honestly. Then, he turned to Stiles with hopeful eyes.

"Why?" Clint asked, baffled.

"I'm his alpha. Don't ask why. I don't know the answers. Yet. But I'm working on it." Stiles said. "Like Jackson said, we already consider you pack."

Stiles offered his fist. Clint looked at it then to Jackson. The archer's brows knitted as he decided. He nodded to himself as he came into a decision. Clint bumped his fist with Stiles. Stiles' magic ignited and connected him with Clint. It pricked them like a static shock.

And with that, Stiles felt the pack bond extending instantly, connecting another person on it. But unlike his bond with Jackson, Clint's bond felt a lot more muted. It was there; he can feel it but it was not vibrating with emotions. He could barely sense anything from him. But there was a promise that it would grow stronger.

"Don't ask me why my magic does that. I have no idea. But I'm working on it." Stiles explained when Clint glared at him after Clint screamed like a girl. "On the hindsight I should have warned you about the static shock thingy that happens. I'm sorry?"

Clint rolled his eyes. "It's okay. I was just surprised." Clint cleared his throat. He held up his hand and checked his body. "I don't feel that different." He sounded confused and a bit disappointed.

"That's probably because your human." Stiles guessed.

"I can feel you in the pack bond though." Jackson offered.

Clint looked back at Jackson. "Does this mean you won't bite me?"

"No." Jackson stated calmly.

Clint nodded. "Okay. That's good." He said as he walked over to Jackson. He took a deep breath before he crossed the line. Jackson stayed where he was, waiting. "Do you have urge to kill me?"

"Not more than usual." Jackson quipped.

Clint smiled and he sat beside Jackson. He put a comforting hand on the werewolf's shoulder.

"So what now?" Clint asked.

Stiles mulled over the situation.

"How about we test Jackson's control?" Steve asked. But before any of them could dismiss the idea, Steve had already crossed the mountain ash line. Everyone waited for the worst to happen but Jackson remained sitting on the floor. "Looks like you have perfect control over you shift, Jackson."

Stiles was dumbfounded by the sheer audacity and recklessness he just witnessed. "Steve! That was really dangerous."

"Pot to a kettle." The man jibe without heat.

"What?" Stiles asked. Steve just smiled at him. Stiles glared at him.

"Now we know he won't hurt anybody." Steve stated. "What do we do now, Stiles?"

"For starter, we do not do anything reckless." Stiles jabbed at Steve. Steve shrugged a what-can-I-do shrug. "With Jackson's control, I don't think we need the team to guard him. You can all get some rest. Clint and I will keep him company."

The team agreed with him and left them, except for Steve.

"Why don't you wait out the full moon in your room? It'll be a familiar and safe territory. Wouldn't you feel better there, Jackson?" Steve said.

"I guess so." Jackson said.

"I can ward the room." Stiles said. Stiles called back the mountain ash to his vial.

They got up and headed to their room. Steve had stayed behind in the elevator because his room was a floor up and bid them good night.

Jackson went straight to Stiles bed and settled himself. He was already on his night cloths. Stiles warded his room to keep Jackson in.

Stiles settled beside Jackson as Clint started to stripped his suit. Jackson was glued on watching the archer. Stiles can feel something in their pack bond but he chose to ignore it. He let this one slide until the two of them ironed out whatever is between them.

Clint chose to sleep on Jackson's other side.

"Let's take a picture." Stiles said. "It's our first pack night. We need to take pictures."

The two agreed. Stiles took a picture of the three of them.

The three settle to comfortable sleeping positions. Somehow they were all touching each other.