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This Tree With All Its Broken Branches by morganoconner (Teen, PG-13)
Fandom: TEEN WOLF (TV) / THE AVENGERS (movieverse)
Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (pre-slash), Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Length: ~ 23698 words
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morganoconner
Author Website: writing on AO3; Shadow Legacy
Why this must be read: I admire writers who can take two quite different canons, and blend them together in a way that makes perfect sense, the kind of sense that makes you go, "oh, of course, it's like that!" Canon-compliant with the Avengers and TW (to S2), Clint Barton is the Hale that got away. Convinced he contributed to the fire that killed the family, and that Laura and Derek were better off without him, Clint changed his name and went to work for SHIELD. Like Derek, Clint's got that tough guy/lone wolf thing working for him, and more than enough guilt to go around. I don't want to reveal too much of the story because it unfolds in a way that really makes you believe Clinton (Barton) Hale is Derek's older brother. There's plot, emotional turbulence, and sweet moments in between, all of it written in Morgan's easy-flowing style that demonstrates she gets these characters, all of them - 'cause even the Avengers make an appearance (much to fanboy Stiles' delight.)
Derek is halfway across the parking lot when Clint catches him. He snarls when Clint grabs his arm, teeth bared and eyes flashing crimson, and Clint takes a hasty step back, eyes going immediately to the ground.
It's nothing like the dynamic either of them knew a long time ago, when Derek, thirteen years younger than Clint and so unsure of himself, so damn shy back then, was the submissive one. When Clint was the one who was slated to become Alpha. When things had still been normal, even good.
But Clint's an omega now, the bond between him and his pack burned to ash along with his family and his home, and he knows who's in charge now. Even if it wasn't so visible, it's blatantly obvious that Derek's not that same shy kid anymore. Sometime in the last six years, he's come into his own. Crawled through hell and back to get there, too, it looks like.
"You're supposed to be dead," Derek growls, not backing down despite Clint's show of submission.
It makes him cringe, makes him want to whimper. He grits his teeth, fighting the impulse. "I know."
"Where have you been?" A thread of command in the tone, and a question that makes Clint wince again.
"Uh. New York?" he admits, flinching when Derek grabs him by his shirt and spins them, shoving Clint against the closest car – a beat up little Civic. "Fuck," he hisses, and Derek's right in his face now, eyes still red and fangs sharp and dangerous in the moonlight.
"If you're here to kill me," Derek rumbles, "you picked a bad time for it."
A new smell makes Clint twitch, and his gaze slides to the left, where a wolf he doesn't know sits watching from the shadows. Fucking Christ. "Why the fuck would I be here to kill you?" he demands. He looks at Derek again, searching his face desperately for some sign of the kid brother he used to know.
"Peter wanted to be Alpha badly enough to do it. Why shouldn't you?" Derek's face gives nothing away, even when Clint sags.
"Peter killed Laura?" he whispers.
On AO3: This Tree With All Its Broken Branches
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!
Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (pre-slash), Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Length: ~ 23698 words
Author on LJ:
morganoconnerAuthor Website: writing on AO3; Shadow Legacy
Why this must be read: I admire writers who can take two quite different canons, and blend them together in a way that makes perfect sense, the kind of sense that makes you go, "oh, of course, it's like that!" Canon-compliant with the Avengers and TW (to S2), Clint Barton is the Hale that got away. Convinced he contributed to the fire that killed the family, and that Laura and Derek were better off without him, Clint changed his name and went to work for SHIELD. Like Derek, Clint's got that tough guy/lone wolf thing working for him, and more than enough guilt to go around. I don't want to reveal too much of the story because it unfolds in a way that really makes you believe Clinton (Barton) Hale is Derek's older brother. There's plot, emotional turbulence, and sweet moments in between, all of it written in Morgan's easy-flowing style that demonstrates she gets these characters, all of them - 'cause even the Avengers make an appearance (much to fanboy Stiles' delight.)
Derek is halfway across the parking lot when Clint catches him. He snarls when Clint grabs his arm, teeth bared and eyes flashing crimson, and Clint takes a hasty step back, eyes going immediately to the ground.
It's nothing like the dynamic either of them knew a long time ago, when Derek, thirteen years younger than Clint and so unsure of himself, so damn shy back then, was the submissive one. When Clint was the one who was slated to become Alpha. When things had still been normal, even good.
But Clint's an omega now, the bond between him and his pack burned to ash along with his family and his home, and he knows who's in charge now. Even if it wasn't so visible, it's blatantly obvious that Derek's not that same shy kid anymore. Sometime in the last six years, he's come into his own. Crawled through hell and back to get there, too, it looks like.
"You're supposed to be dead," Derek growls, not backing down despite Clint's show of submission.
It makes him cringe, makes him want to whimper. He grits his teeth, fighting the impulse. "I know."
"Where have you been?" A thread of command in the tone, and a question that makes Clint wince again.
"Uh. New York?" he admits, flinching when Derek grabs him by his shirt and spins them, shoving Clint against the closest car – a beat up little Civic. "Fuck," he hisses, and Derek's right in his face now, eyes still red and fangs sharp and dangerous in the moonlight.
"If you're here to kill me," Derek rumbles, "you picked a bad time for it."
A new smell makes Clint twitch, and his gaze slides to the left, where a wolf he doesn't know sits watching from the shadows. Fucking Christ. "Why the fuck would I be here to kill you?" he demands. He looks at Derek again, searching his face desperately for some sign of the kid brother he used to know.
"Peter wanted to be Alpha badly enough to do it. Why shouldn't you?" Derek's face gives nothing away, even when Clint sags.
"Peter killed Laura?" he whispers.
On AO3: This Tree With All Its Broken Branches
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!
Oh, that was a fun one, thanks!
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