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The sunlight was just warm enough to be considered a bit too hot, but the cool breeze off set it perfectly. Camp Half-BLood always had perfect weather, aside from the very rare, near world ending circumstances. The light reflected on the water as it could only do in movies, and in the imaginations of people. The waves were perfect, and there was a large group of rowdy teenagers hanging out on the beach, in the water, in the shade of nearby trees, or sitting at recently moved picnic tables.

The two camps, Camp Jupiter, and Camp Half-Blood were having a get together to ensure good relations between the two camps, and to make new friends. It was a lot of effort, but with the help of both camps, the demigods were able to rebuild Camp Half-Blood.

There was a loud cry of, “AHH, Percy no, I’m holding a book!” Followed by a loud splash across the water. Percy Jackson had thought it would be a great idea to literally drag his girlfriend, Annabeth Chase, into the lake using the water like a lasso, creating a big splash.

Percy laughed in response before saying, “Oh relax Wise Girl, I can just dry it after we get out of the water.” He smiled and waved his hand in a divisive manner.

Annabeth managed to look even more mad than she had, before replying, “Gods Percy, you can’t just dry the book, the pages are going to be all smudged, and wrinkly now!” Her anger turned into a smirk, “To think that I love you is a feat unto itself.”

Percy just put a hand to his heart with baby seal eyes, “I’m sorry Annabeth, I should’ve known, how about next time we go to New York I’ll buy you a new book.” He held out his arms for a hug where she hesitated, thinking if she should accept his apology. However, after some thought, she agreed. After pulling away Percy splashed her with water saying, “And how you ever came to love me is something even I don't understand.” Annabeth just rolled her eyes, pulled him closer, and kissed him.

Connor Stoll could be heard far off saying, “Hey, no PDA, get a room.” He then muttered, “Or a magical bubble at the bottom of the lake.”

“Yeah whatever!” Percy yelled back.

Annabeth snorted, “You’re such a dork.”

“Hey, at least it wasn’t as bad as when Leo thought it was a good idea to cook eggs on himself.” Gover Underwood had stated while laughing.

“Hey, I was trying to see what I could do with fire, it’s not my fault that eggs burn so easily,” Leo Valdez pouted; everyone started laughing.

Will Solace added in, “Dude, it smelled like burnt egg for a week.”

Ella the Harpy added, “Egg, an oval or round object laid by a female bird, reptile, fish, or invertebrate, usually containing a developing embryo.”

“Ella is smart, like Annabeth,” Tyson said.

Ella blushed, and replied, “Ella likes tyson. He is a good boyfriend, he says nice things to Ella.” This time it was Tysons turn to blush. Everyone laughed or smiled at the couple

The campers were having a great time, just enjoying life, playing games, swimming in the ocean, eating on the picnic tables, friendly wagers, less friendly wagers, maybe a sword battle or two between friends. Honestly, with demigods, it was always a possibility.

Before long, the sun had sunk further in the sky, and the dinner horn sounded. A horde of hungry demigods (the ones eating earlier only had snacks they got the Stoll brothers to smuggle in) came running to the dining pavilion. Everyone sat down, and after getting their food, stood up to offer some to the gods. The muttering of people could be heard, a few thank you’s, asking for a good day tomorrow, prayers for the dead, and even one brave soul that asked for Disneyland tickets.

Once everyone sat down, there were great rounds of laughter, and comradery. The rules of sitting at only your parents table are long forgotten, through the many battles that lead to the death of many friends and family in their teens. The laughter in the air brought a smile to the centuries old centaur, who felt only pride for those in the pavilion at the moment.

Chiron, stepped up to the podium to speak to the boisterous crowd, “Demigods, tonight is one of celebration. The completion of the repairs for both camps, and the unification of our gods and goddesses. To the heroes of camp! To all of you! We salute those who have fallen, toast to their long eternity in Elysium! And lastly, to the long life of all demigods, Greek and Roman!”

Glasses were raised, cheers were heard, and yells came from the crowd. A few people had tears in their eyes, while others held loved ones close, happy that they were still together.

“Now,” Chiron called, “shall we move to the campfire for songs, and stories!” Again cheers were called to the centaur. The teenagers moved en masse to the campfire.

At the campfire, the Apollo cabin led campfire songs of old stories, and songs. The entire camp, by the end of the night had joined in, even a certain Mr. D sang a few songs here and there. In between songs were tails of old quests, funny stories, and stories of past loved ones so that they would always be remembered. The night was one to remember, especially after Leo accidentally lit a bench on fire during a skit.

After a year's worth of frustration, and hardship were washed away by the celebration, the campers left to go to bed. Bidding each other good night, everyone walked to their prospective cabins. The night was cool enough that you could reasonably sleep under a blanket, but warm enough that you wouldn’t need to bundle up so tight.

The morning was a sleepy affair. Normally Chiron would ensure that everyone was up for breakfast at the same time, however with the festivities going on until well past 3 in the morning, he let it slide, for now at least. He looked out over the pavilion, seeing a few faces here and there. The Apollo cabin, which usually woke with the sun, was missing. That was alright, seeing as they led most of the songs the previous night.

Nico Di Angelo was one of the early risers, however. Chiron was unsure of whether or not he went to sleep in the first place. The bags under his eyes told, as was the way he was clutching his morning coffee, that he most likely did not. Among the early risers were Clarissa La Rue. For getting little sleep, she looked to be in top physical condition. Any signs of fatigue were unseen, as she was heading to the fighting arena after grabbing a small bit of food to nibble on. Chiron noted that she was often the first one out of her cabin, and would train while waiting for others to wake up; then she would have a real breakfast.

There were other faces here and there, but if you didn’t know any better you would say that they were part of the living dead with how they moved and the grunts they made at each other that could barely be construed as worlds. That didn’t matter, as Chiron enjoyed watching the campers anyway, though he was surprised to see a young Percy come up to him so early in the morning.

“Ah young Percy what brings you out of bed so early in the morning. I would have thought that you had slept in.”

Percy looked a little worse for wear. His hair was a disheveled mess, his eyes glassy and red, there appeared to be a bit of sweat on his forehead despite the cold temperature, and he was in the same clothes as yesterday. “Ah well, you know how it is. I’m too used to waking up early, and well…” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away, “you know… nightmares, and stuff. Last night with all the stories of my friends got me thinking about all the people we’ve lost. I definitely cried,” he started silently counting on his fingers before giving up, “several times last night.”

Chiron softened his facial features, and put his hand on Percy’s shoulder, “of course my boy. It is only understandable to have these sorts of feelings with all that you have gone through. If you ever need anyone to talk to, you can come to me, or I know some good demigods who have become therapists.”

“Well, I don’t think I need a therapist, but I thank you for your offer to listen.”

“It’s okay to see someone for help, several demigods around camp see one, I won't name names because that would be a breach of privacy, but know you wouldn't be alone.”

“Thanks Chiron, I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

“Oh course. I’ll let you get breakfast now.”

The sun rose higher in the sky, and more campers made their way to the dining pavilion for breakfast, or depending on who you asked, lunch. Again the weather was perfect on the Autumn day; the last day of camp. Many people were packing the last of their things, while others were saying their goodbyes.

On the outside of cabin six was a large group of people. The group was “The Seven,” as they were doubted, along with Grover, Nico, Reyna, Rachel, and Calypso.

“I’ll be heading out soon, also I wanted to say goodbye to everyone before you leave,” Annabeth was saying to the group, “My flight back to California is in a few hours.”

“We’ll all miss you Annabeth, and can’t wait to see you next summer.” Grover spoke for the group, “group hug?”

With a smile on her face, and a laugh on her lips Annabeth replied, “always.”

All twelve of them squeezed each other tightly for a good while before pulling apart.

Turning up the hill, Annabeth could see Argus waiting, with a few others, for the campers to come up the hill, as not just Annabeth was getting a ride back home.

“Well everyone, I want to thank you for helping with everything that happened this summer. I love all of you so much, and can’t wait for next year.” Percy was trying to blink away tears as he said it. The group pulled into one last group hug with soft claims of, “I love you guys” sprinkled throughout.

Percy, Annabetha, and Rachel pulled away from the group, giving their last goodbyes before heading up the hill to the camp van that was waiting for them. The drive to the Airport was a quiet affair.
“Promise you’ll IM me if you get any nightmares, or just need to talk alright.” Annabeth stated more than asked.

“Always, as long as you promise the same.”

“Of course.” The two leaded in for one last goodbye kiss before separating to go their separate ways. “Love you always.”
“Love you always.”

Annabeth went to the airport, as Percy got back in the van. He watched her go as he sat next to Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

“Percy and Annabeth sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I -N-“

Percy shoved a hand in her face, “Oh would you shut-up. We’ve been dating for a year now.”

“Does it really count if you were missing for over half of that time?” She asked up with a laugh, but quickly revised her mistake when she saw his face darken, and body tense up. “Oh geez, Percy, I'm sorry. I saw the line but crossed it anyway.”

He just crossed his arms before turning and looking out the window. “It’s fine.” You could feel the words hanging on the tension in the air.

The other kids that were in the van were first year campers who had never talked to Percy before, as he was gone virtually the entire summer from constantly going between the two camps to help facilitate the rebuilding process, and only knew him from the stories and legends about him (It also didn’t help he was on a world ending quest). They were shocked that Rachel talked to him in such a casual way. This fact added to the tension as they were almost afraid to talk to him because of his status at camp, not wanting to get on his bad side. It also didn’t help that they didn't fully understand Rachel as she was the “mystical” oracle who lived in a cave.

“I’m still sorry. Either way, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of moments with Annabeth to come.”

Percy turned back and smiled, “was that a prophecy?”

“Ah, Ah, Percy, as if the fates would be so kind as to give you insurance that the future would be sunshines and rainbows.”

“Worth a shot.”

With that, the ride into New York was a fun one, full of jokes, and the two older campuses were able to get the younger kids to open up. There was Olivia Noonan (13), daughter of Apollo, Chester Whitefeild, son of Hecate (10), and Dan Flordez, child of Nemesis (12).

As they got closer to Percy's apartment he had to pull out a piece of paper from his pocket; it was the new address for his home. While he was away on his unplanned “vacation,” Paul had gotten a better paying job at a different high school, Midtown High in Queens. Sally had reservations on moving away from their old apartment in case Percy came back, but once he got his memory back, and IM’ing worked again they had a talk about it.

A few days back in his cabin, Percy had created a cloud of mist, and showed a light through it to make a rainbow.

“Hey Flesies, do me a solid, and show me Sally Blofis -Jackson, New York.” The light shimmered for a second, before showing his mom sitting at a desk with a computer and a note pad of scribbles on it. She looked awful, with bags under her eyes, messy hair, and ragged clothes. “Hey Mom.” He said weakly, unsure of how to express his feelings to her.

She jumped at the sound, and turned to look at Percy. Instantly, tears came to her eyes as she looked at Percy, who admittedly, didn’t look much better than her. “Oh Percy, I missed you so much! I can’t believe I’m seeing you right now.” She started wiping away the tears. “Are you alright? Have you gotten any sleep? I think you should eat more, you're looking a bit thin. I’ll make you lots of cookies, and all your favorite foods for when you get home. How is everyone, are you all alright? Are you okay? Is there-“

“Mom, it’s okay. Just breathe.” She had been talking so fast he could hardly understand what she was saying. “I’m alright, and yes I could use a good bite to eat, plus a nap, but I wanted to see you first… as to other people… you see… my friend, I don’t know if you could say that, he didn’t… what I mean is…” Tears welled up in Percy's eyes, as he lost the ability to speak.

A look of understanding passed over Sally’s eyes, “Oh Percy, I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I just wanted to see you, but maybe you could tell me about you and Paul?”

She understood the need for a distraction, and would happily give to him. “Of course, I’ve been writing my new novel. It’s all about your adventures, of course I’ve changed a few details, like what you look like, names, that kind of thing. I’ve also been writing a story about a young woman named Rose Tyler, who falls in love with another girl named Cathrin Smith or Cath for short. It’s a wonderful coming of age story, and understanding of emotions.” Sally had a smile on her face, as she stared, “I’m really quite proud of it, and think you would really enjoy it.”

“Sounds wonderful. Though are you sure you want to write about me? I really don’t think that would be a really good story.” Percy said a bit sheepishly.

“Percious Jackson, are you talking down about yourself right now?!”
“It’s not that exactly, it’s just… a lot of people have died because of me, and it’s just… is that something you want to write about?”
Sally’s eyes softened before saying, “Percy, look at me, none of their deaths were your fault. Bianca chose to go into the statue, Zoë chose to fight, Michel Yew, Selina Bouregaurd, Charlie Beckendorf, all of them died fighting for a cause. They believed in you, but they didn’t die because of you. There is a difference. I know you feel this way, but I need you to know that the guilt you feel is real, but so are their actions. They died fighting a war that you ended. They did not die in vain, you made sure to honor them, and everyone that came, and will come after them. Okay? Promise me that you will not let this guilt fester inside you, because we still need you. I still need you. It doesn’t have to be today, or tomorrow, but one day in the future you will find it within yourself to forgive yourself.”

Percy was crying, and desperately trying to wipe away the tears as he said, “Thank you Mom. I needed to hear that, and I promise that one day I can forgive myself for them.”

Right then Paul walked in from the front door calling out, “Sally I’m home! I got the tomatoes for the sandwiches you were talking about-“ Paul walked into view from the hallway and dropped the bag he was holding. He ran up to the IM message, “Percy?! Are you okay, where are you right now?”

Percy laughed a bit while wiping away the last of his tears. “I’m fine, and I’m in my cabin right now. How are you Paul?”

“Well, I can tell you I’m doing much better than I was this morning. Tell me, are you safe right now?”

“Yes, I’m safe at camp.” Wanting to change the subject, before Paul, or Sally could ask any more questions Percy quickly blurted out, “How have you been Paul? How's work?“

A bit started by his outburst, Paul replied, “Well it’s been good. I was offered a new, better paying job for a school in Queens, but we weren’t sure if we should take it because it would mean moving. Neither of us wanted to move while you were… away, so I told them I would think about it.”

“You didn’t have to do that for me-“

“Of course we did Percy, what if you tried to come home, but we no longer lived there. How would you contact us? Anabeth told us about the Iris Messages no longer working!”

“Okay, okay, I get it. Well since I’m here now, and IM’ing works now too, I think, if you want the job you should go for it.”

Paul smiled, “Thanks Percy, but I still want to think about it.”

After some more catching up, tears, and laughter they ended the call. A few days later when Percy called again Paul told him that he had taken the job. The next week Percy got Argus to drive him down to his old apartment to help move all of their stuff to the nicer, and bigger apartment. He had written down the new address just in case he forgot.

Saying his goodbyes to Rachel, and the rest of the car Percy got out and grabbed his things from the truck. He entered the building which was considerably nicer than the last one. This one looked like it could actually be nice to hang out in, maybe. Heading to the elevator he noted all of the exits, and windows making plans for him to escape if he ever needed it quickly.

As Percy got closer to the elevator his hands started to shake, and he started to sweat. His mind started slipping back to the last time he was in an elevator, not even when he helped his parents move apartments. Tarturius was something that he wanted to keep out of his mind, even as he was fighting off the sense of dread, and horror building in his gut.

Making a B-line to the stairs, Percy took a deep, calming breath. Once he was in the stairwell he took a moment to sit down and cool off. Okay, we’ll tackle the elevator another day, for now, let's go see Mom and da-Paul. Percy thought to himself.

Once he was on the third floor, he stopped at door 342. He knocked on it three times and had enough time to take a breath before it was flung open and his mother tackled him. Not expecting to be tackled he took a few steps back to balance himself.

“Mom, I was here two weeks ago, it’s alright.”

“I know, I just didn't want to lose you again.”

Guilt flooded Percy’s system, as well as anger at Hera for doing this to his mom. “Of course, I’m sorry.”

She looked in the eyes and said, “it wasn’t your fault. Now get in here, I made your favorites, and if you’re good, you can have cookies too.”

Laughing, he said, “thanks Mom!”

After Percy got a bone crushing hug from Paul, and his mother (again), they started dinner where they talked about everything and nothing all while eating at the same time. Eventually they got to the subject of neighbors.

“Well let’s see, across the hall we have Mr. McGillicuttie. He's a very nice, and widowed, the poor man. To the right of us we have the Shirley's. There’s Sarah, Blake, and their three year old daughter Autumn. Lastly we have the Parkers. There’s May Parker, and her nephew, Peter Parker, who’s a year younger than you. I think you’ll like them both.”

“Maybe he could even be my friend. It would be nice to have a mortal friend… Oh, do we know what school he goes to, maybe we could walk to school together or something.” Percy sounded excited at the prospect of making new friends.

“He goes to Midtown like you, so you could walk together, and even have the chance of having classes together.”

“Nice! Do you know when we might be able to meet?”

“Well, I was hoping that you two would be able to meet each other, so I asked them over for dinner tomorrow night.” Sally looked a tiny bit worried before asking, “Is that okay, or is it too early?”

Percy just smiled, and said, ”Of course not. I would love to have dinner with them tomorrow.”

And so the conversation drifted on, moving from topic to topic. At some point they moved to the couch to talk in more comfortable chairs. Eventually, very late, all three of them retired to their beds.

For the past few months (or weeks in Percy’s case), all three of them had been afflicted with nightmares. However, tonight they slept soundly, with no dreams at all. It was the best sleep anyone of them had in a long time.

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The sun was setting over the city, casting its orange pink light over the buildings. The light was reflecting off the buildings, and the windows causing the city to appear to glow.

Spider-Man was sitting at the top of a relatively tall building, so that he was able to watch over the city. His super senses could hear people deciding what to buy, arguing over where to eat out, kids playing games with each other, and something that sounded like a struggle. Quickly leaping off the building, he took a left with his webs. Spider-Man loved the feeling of swinging across the city, but at the moment he was distracted trying to pinpoint where the distress was coming from.

It turned out that the “struggle” was somebody who was struggling to stack cans for a display window. The commotion he heard was the person knocking over the cans. Not wanting to leave the person hanging, he helped them stack the cans. Feeling good, Spider-Man continued on his patrol.

Around 9:30, he found his way to Delmar’s Sandwich shop. In the side alley of the building, Spider-Man changed into his civilian clothes. Peter Parker walked his way into the shop, and ordered his usual.

“Now Peter, I know you like it here, but may I ask why you keep coming so late? Not that I mind the business, it’s just, shouldn’t you be at your house or something?”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, before saying, “Well, I was just… hanging out at a friend's house, and on my way home I wanted a Sandwich. No big deal.”

Delmar eyed him suspiciously before letting it go. “Alright, it’s your life, kid.” Delmar finished the sandwich by squishing it down before giving it to Peter. “Have a nice night.”

“Thanks Mr. Delmar! You too.”

With that Peter made his way back outside and headed to the alley way, where he changed once more into Spider-Man. He walked up the wall to the top of the building to eat the Sandwich. Once he was done he looked at his watch to check the time, which was 9:58. Right on time today, alright! When Aunt mayfirst found out he was Spider-Man they had sent some ground rules, the first being check in calls every Afternoon from 12:00 to 12:30, and 10 to 10:30. The half hour gap was so that if he was dealing with any trouble it would give him ample time to deal with it and still check in.

After a few rings May answered, “Hey Peter, what’s up?”

“Nothing much. Been a slow night, you know how it is. Just calling to check in.”

“Well that’s good. Don’t want evil super villains destroying the neighborhood or something.” Peter laughed a little at her words. “Anyway, I’ve got the late shift tomorrow morning, so I was hoping that you could come in early from patrol to watch a movie with me, it being a late night and all.”

Peter thought about the offer, weighing the pros and cons of going in early. “Hmm, well sure. I think New York can survive one night without Spider-Man. I’ll be there soon, I’m thinking 10:30?”

“Awesome, I’ll get the popcorn ready. We’ll be watching the new Superman movie, it’s supposed to be really good.”

“Sweet, I’ll see you there!”

Spider-Man hung up, and threw away his sandwich wrapper, then made his way back home. On the way he heard a bit of a commotion coming from a street down the block. Spinning to get closer he found two guys had jumped another one, who appeared to be holding groceries. Both men had knives.

“Peter, my scanners indicate that the shorter man in blue has a gun concealed on his person. Please be careful.” Karen, the AI chirped ear.

“Good to know, thanks Karen.”

Spider-Man jumped down in front of the civilian, and said to the men, “Now, now, if you want something to eat there’s a perfectly good shop right down the street. No need to get violent.”

One man, talk and stocky, turned his knife on Spider-Man, while the other pulled a gun out. “Out of the way Spidey, no need for you to get involved.”

“Well now, that can’t be right. I could have sworn that it was my job to stop people like, I guess not. Have a nice day.” Strider-man shot a web and swung behind the men, both keeping their eyes on him, and off the pedestrian. Good, watch me, he thought. With both men now turned away from the civilian he shot his webs at them. The one with the knife got hit, while the man with the gun dodged.

“You really think that would work? How dumb do you take us to be?
”
“Oh, I don’t mean to insult your intelligence, but I was able to get your friend over there.” The sticky man was trying to cut himself loose, but Spider-Man shot him again to keep him stuck.

“Ahhg, whatever!” The man shot off his gun at Spider-man, who was barely able to dodge. ”Hold still!” The man kept firing.

“How about you!” Spider-Man flung his web at the man and was able to get him, but not before he was able to graze his arm. Nothing too bad, and it would heal up by tomorrow, but it was still annoying.

With both men tied up he searched them for any more weapons, sticking them to the ground, ensuring they were out of reach, and turning to look for the victim. Off to the side, backed away was the man.

“Hi Sir! Are you alright, do I need to call an ambulance?”

“No, no, I’m fine. A bit shaken up, but fine.”

Even though the man couldn’t see his smile, he did it anyway.

“That’s good to hear. I’ve already called the cops, but would you mind staying here so that you could give your statement? The cops are-”

“Cops are two minutes out,” Karen said in his ear

“Two minutes away from here, if you’re willing to wait.”

The man hesitated before saying, “Yeah sure, I’ll wait here.”
“Thanks, and I hope you have a better night than you have so far!” With that Spider-Man made his way home, this time with no interruptions.

When he got back home May was in the kitchen, so Peter was able to slip by without her noticing the cut on his arm. In the bathroom he pulled out the first aid kit, cleaned the cut, and put some bandages on it. After he put it away, he sunk into his room to put on his long sleeved pajamas. Once he was done, he made his way to the living room. May had brought out comfy blankets, and popcorn. She was setting up the movie when he walked in.

“Hey Peter. I’ve got everything ready for tonight, how about you?”

“I’m all set!”

“Perfect!”

As they were watching the movie, both of them fell asleep, and neither of them would have it any other way.

The next day was the same as usual. They both got up, had showers, and ate breakfast. It was Peter’s turn to cook, so he made pancakes with hash browns and scrambled eggs. They talked about a few things here and there during the meal.

“Oh Peter, I meant to tell you last night, but you know our neighbors the Jackson’s? Well, their son came back from that summer camp, and he's your age so we were hoping that you two could meet, since you're going to the same school this year.”

Peter thought for a moment, “I don’t see the harm. What time would it be at?”

“It’s going to be dinner with their family, and us. I believe around 6:30, or so.”

“That’s doable. I could patrol before that, and depending on the time, after as well.”

“Nice. The best part is that neither of us have to cook. I offered to take something over, but Sally said no.”

“Cool.” The conversation drifted on, until both of them had to go work, or head out to patrol the city.

The day was the same as yesterday: quiet. Spider-Man helped a few lost kids, recommended some places for people to eat lunch at, and helped a girl find her missing bike. All in all it was a peaceful day, a nice needed break. At noon he had his check in call, which went very smoothly. After lunch was the same as well, nothing too major.

By the time 6 o’clock rolled around Spider-man was making his way back home. Once there Peter took a shower, picked out some nicer clothes, and brushed his teeth. Meeting May in the hallway, they left for the Jackson’s apartment.

May was wearing a purple shirt with a gray sweater, and black pants. While Peter was wearing a blue button up, and light brown khakis. May knocked on the door, waiting for an answer.

From inside Peter could hear (with his super scenes) a woman call out, “Percy could you get the door, our hands are full.”

The young voice of a teenager called back, “Got it!” Footsteps were heard as they got closer to the door. It opened to reveal a teen who was about 16-17, with windswept black hair, and pricing blue/green eyes. If Peter hadn’t seen what he’s seen, and faced what he faced, he would have been almost scared of the kid. He had scars on his arms, and muscle up the wazoo. On the inside of his forearm was a tattoo that looked a little weird to Peter, almost like it was burned into his skin. Peter was distracted from it when the teen Spoke. His voice was deep as he said, “You must be May, and Peter. I’m Percy, please come in.”

“Nice to meet you as well,” responded May as she walked inside. “I must say, it smells divine here. My goodness.” She was right it smelled of fresh buns, roast, and potatoes. As they walked into the kitchen, Sally pulled cookies out of the oven, and the smell was to die for.

“This all smells amazing! However, may I ask, why are your cookies blue?” Peter was a little put off, and confused as to why they were the shade of alien’s blood.

“That's a long story, for another time.” Percy said, leaving no room for argument. “Is everything ready, Mom?”

“Yup, as soon as Pual comes back we can Dish up.”

“Cool.” Paul came into the room a moment later, hair still wet from the shower and with a fresh shave. Shall we eat then?”

“Of course!”

Everyone sat down at the table with plates of food. Peter looked at Percy who was taller than he was by a few good inches. When taking a quick look at Percy, and his mother they looked completely different; however upon a closer look, they had the same noses, and face shape. Percy’s smile was nothing like the kind, warming smile of his mother. His smile made it look like he was up to no good, but it was still warm. Just, in his own way, like he would fight the world for his friends if he had to. If Peter didn't know about Percy from what Sally and Paul told them about him when they first met, he would be afraid of Percy’s RBF.

During the meal they talked about school, and how it was like in Midtown, but after about twenty minutes there was a lull in the conversations. Peter was still curious about Percy’s tattoo, so he decided to voice his opinion. “So, Percy, where'd you get that tattoo?”

“Oh, um… I got it this summer.”

“Really? Can I see it?”

Percy gave him a small look before hesitantly saying, “Uh, sure.”
Percy held his right arm out to him which had a trident with the letters SPQR under them. Underneath the letters was one line. It looked as though the letters were burned onto his skin, which made Peter a little concerned as to what Percy was doing during the summer. Why would someone brand themselves like that… unless it was part of some sort of gang or something? From what I've learned, Percy does have a knack for trouble. But it couldn’t be, could it? Peter thought.

“What do the letters stand for?”

Percy made a face again, and hid his arm before replying, “Super People Quality Rights?”

Peter thought it was odd that Percy responded in a question, “Um… What? I don’t think I’ve heard of that movement before. Is it new?”

Sally stepped in before Percy could respond again. “Oh yes. People thought it was wrong when the police go after every new superhero, even if other people, like iron man, are fine. They believe that they should be able to go on with their lives helping people. Take Spider-Man for example, when he first came onto the scene the police were gunning for him, but Iron Man, who was public about who he was, had zero repercussions when he does hero work. Even now they’re still on a touch and go basis. In short, the cause is about letting supers keep going because they are protected under the Good Samaritan Law, which allows people to help/save other people with no lawful repercussions.”

Percy stared at his mom for a second before adding on, “Yup, that’s basically what she said. The movements not that new, just not very widespread is all”

If you asked Peter what he thought about all of that, he would say that it sounded like Percy’s mother came up with that speech on the spot, trying to cover something up. It all seemed rather strange, but he was unsure how to proceed. After thinking some things over however, Peter found that he agreed with everything that Sally had said. Supers were mistreated, and they would appreciate a little backing in what they did , instead of being hounded by law enforcement. It struck home with him, which he was not expecting.

Aunt May looked at Sally, and then Percy, and Peter before saying, “I must say, I never really thought about it, but you're right. I worry about what the law does for Supers too, and I must agree.”

Peter knew that May worried about him, but he never thought about what it would mean if he was arrested for her. He assumed that he would take the blame and it wouldn't get through back on her, but now with the political talk he was afraid of what might happen.

To avoid thinking about it anymore Peter reverted back to the previous conversation they were having. “Well, I just think it’s cool that your parents let you get a tattoo in the first place.”

“Well uh…” Percy rubbed the back of his neck, “They didn’t not say I could get one.”

May looked shocked before trying to Paul, and Sally. “He went out and got a tattoo behind your backs?!” She turned to Percy, “How could you do that without permission?”

Percy blushed, “Well, it was a spur of the moment, my friend got one as well.”

Aunt May turned to Peter before anyone else could say anything, “Peter if you ever get a tattoo ask me first,” she side eyed Percy, “I just want to make sure you won't do something you’ll regret.”

Peter nodded thoughtfully, “Of course. Anyway Percy, want to see the tattoo I got last week but haven’t told Aunt May yet?”

“Peter!”

“Kidding, I’m kidding.”

“You better be.” The table was full of laughter at the antics of the two. Eventually they continued, forgetting about the conversation as the night went on. Eventually, after a dessert of blue cookies, Sally suggested Percy show Peter his room.

The room was painted a nice blue, with pictures of people on the walls. The room had a suitcase in the corner that obviously had yet to be unpacked. Looking at the pictures, he saw Percy with a lot of different people, and some without them. They were also taken at different ages over the years.

“So, who are all of the people in your pictures?”

Percy was looking at something else when he asked, “What? Oh, well let me look at them.” He moved closer before pointing at what appeared to be the youngest of the bunch. Percy appeared to be 12 or so in the picture. The three had smiles on their faces, and had their arms draped on each other’s shoulders. The kid on the right had freckles, ginger hair, and crutches. The girl on his left had blond hair, and blazing gray eyes. “This is Grover, and Annabeth. They’re my oldest, and closest friends.”

He moved to another picture, this one about a year older. This time it showed Percy, Annabeth, and Grover as well as a kid who was a foot taller than the others with sandy hair, and sunglasses on. Off to the side was another someone, like they were reluctant to be in the picture, had choppy brown hair, and had her arms crossed. “That’s me, Gover, and Annabeth again, but that’s Tyson, my half brother, “and before Peter could ask he quickly added, “On my dad’s side. Finally that’s Clarise. We didn’t really get along when we first met.”

He moved onto another picture, this time he wasn’t in the picture. It had a girl with long dark brown hair braided back, with a silver tiara. Next to her was a stocky girl with short ginger hair and a camo jacket on. A girl with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. There was a girl with long black hair, and obsidian black eyes. Finally, Grover was also with the bunch, looking a bit older than he had in the last picture. When Percy speaks it’s in a quieter, almost saddened voice, “This is Zoë, Phoebe, Thalia, and Bionca. You already know Grover.”

Peter was concerned with the tone of voice that Percy was using when referring to the people in the picture. “Are you alright? You sound sad.” Percy looked away for a while, not saying anything. “It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me.”

Again he didn’t say anything at first, “It’s just that Zoë, Binanca, and Phoebe all died in a car crash, and it’s just, I miss them, and it just feels…” He trailed off before he could finish his thought’s thought.

This took Peter by surprise, not expecting anything so big. “I’m so sorry to hear that about your friends. I lost my Parents in a plane crash, so I understand. If there's anything that you want to talk about, I’ll listen.”

Percy let out a defeated sign before half smiling and wiping his eye to stop a tear from falling, and saying, “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll be alright.”

Before they could continue looking at more pictures, May and Sally came into the room. Saying that it was getting late, they made their way to the front door to leave. They exchanged pleasantries, and went to their apartment: 343.

Peter said his goodnight to May, before getting ready for bed. His mind was racing with thoughts as he laid down. With the way Percy hesitated about the tattoo, I'm not sure if they were telling the truth. And come to think of it, what was the trident for? I don’t know if there are any water based superheroes. They’re was also that line as well…. Something’s not right here.

Percy was also covered in scars, which was concerning. What was he doing that got his arms so scratched up? I don’t want to assume anything, but it’s possible that Percy and I aren’t on the same side of the Law. Gawh! You just met the guy, isn’t it early to jump to conclusions so quickly? But what if…? Sally, and Paul seemed nice, but they did try to cover for Percy when he said something a little bit off, and the bags under all of their eyes… Again, not trying to assume the worst, but being a superhero has opened my eyes to the underbelly of the world. To the darkened parts of people.

Peter was so riled up that he couldn’t sleep, so when the clock hit midnight, he got into his costume, and crawled out the window. Spider-Man made his way to a taller building, to scan over the city for any trouble. He could hear a woman trying to get away from something, he could be sure.

Spider-Man swung his way to the woman, who appeared to be trying to get away from a man with a gun. He was telling her to empty her pockets, and purse. She was complying while her hands shook, and tears ran down her face.

Trying to go unseen, Spider-Man shot a web at the gun to get it out of his hands so that both he, and the woman were safe. The web caught the gun which surprised the man, causing him to loosen his grip. Spider-Man yanked it out of his grip as he dropped in front of the woman, telling her to run as he turned to face the man his Spiddy senses went off. He ducted, and grabbed the fist right before he would have gotten punched in the face.

“Let go of my hand, you weird twisted freak of nature.”

“Well that’s not very nice. How would you like it if I called you a freak of nature.” Spider-Man grabbed his other hand, and kneed him in the gut. “See, that’s how it feels.” While the man was distracted by the pain, he webbed his hands, and feet to the wall behind him. “Now, you be good and wait for the cops to come.”

Spider-Man gathered everything that the woman had dropped when emptying her pockets, and found her not too far away on a call with the police.

“I believe this is yours.” He gave her everything that he picked up. “Was there anything else I missed?”

She looked through the contents of shaky hands before replying, “Did you happen to see a small box with a ring in it. I was going to propose to my girlfriend with it. I got it yesterday, but hadn’t taken it out of my bag yet.” She had desperation in her eyes, telling him that he had to find the box.

“No, but I’ll look while waiting for the cops.” She gave a grateful nod before returning to her phone call. Spider-Man eventually found the box in a small, darkened part of the alley way. It must have been kicked there during the fight. He made his way back to the woman, who thankfully took it back, giving him a hug as well. After which Spider-Man made his way to the roof of the nearest building so that he could ensure that the police made it, and to ensure that the woman was safe.

After the police arrived, Spider-Man went out on parole again, but nothing much happened after the mugging. After another two hours, around 2:30 in the morning, he made his way back home, grateful that he didn’t have school tomorrow, so he could sleep in.

Chapter Text

The meeting had been called early in the morning, much to the dismay of one Tony Stark. He had been up late in the lab working on the latest design of prosthetics, based off of the winter soldier's arm. Tony sleepily made his way into the meeting room, only to become more alert when he realized other avengers were at the table as well: Steve Rodgers, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Rominof, Sam Willson, Bucky Barnes, and James Rhodes.

Tony tried to lighten the tense atmosphere. “Well, what are you all in for, I don’t think I did anything wrong, but hey, you never know who you might tick off just by living.”

“Nothing of the sort this time,” Nick Fury said walking into the room, “It’s something more of a…delicate situation.”

“Well, I don’t think this is the team for you then, we’re all known for being a little more on the punch first, ask later side of things, don’t cha think?”

“Yes Stark, but you’re also on a higher power level than other agents.” Fury turned, so that he could activate the TV behind him, black trench coat swinging, “This individual is known as Percy Jackson.” An image of what appeared to be a school photo of a teenager, around 16-17, with fluffy black hair, sea green eyes, and mischievous smile came onto the screen. “We don’t have a lot on him, considering we have information on everyone. The most important part is this.”

Furry hit a button, and a video of the battle of New York started to play. A shaky camera was aimed at a horde of Chitauri swarming above the person; there was no audio. One chitauri broke off and came charging at the person with the camera. They started to turn and run, and as they were looking back the person stopped. A teenager with black hair was fighting the Chitauri with a sword, and gesterning for the person with the camera to get back. As the first Chitauri was killed, two more came on them. While one was running away, the other was coming up to the camera. The teenager defeated the first one, but was too far away to help the camera person, when he reached out his hand at the Chitauri.

Water from below exploded out, and swept away the Chitauri that was about to get the camera man. The wave of water then took out the horde that was above them as well, as it followed the movements of the boy. Right after the wave shoved the horde to the ground the camera cut off.

The avengers were shocked and stunned into silence. “This is why the avengers were called. This folder,” the thinnest S.H.I.E.L.D. file any of them had ever seen was placed on the table, “is all we have on the kid. He’s 17, and goes to Midtown High. We are unsure of his affiliations, or how he got his powers, but I want you to bring him in for questioning. We would have had more information, but SHEILD was busy with… other troubles at the time.”

Steve Spoke up first, “I don’t know about this… he’s still just a kid.”

“You were a kid when you wanted to fight in WWII, your enemies were kids. Wonda, and Pedro were kids, it does not matter your age, children can still be dangerous. They can even cause more damage because they’re not suspected of such acts. You will bring him in, and we will question him. I don’t care about your ‘he’s just a child’ crap when you know full well that children can be just as ruthless as adults.” Furry looked at everyone with his one eye, before gathering himself, and leaving the room with one final remark, “Get it done.”

Clink spoke up, “I agree with furry, but I think we should try talking to the kid first, see what he knows.”

Rhodes chimed in, “I’m not fully on board with this until it can be proven that they are dangerous. Looking at the video we know he has good control of water, but who trained him… and the way he used that sword, seems strange to me.”

Tony didn’t understand what they were saying, he was a kid what hurt could he do. Then again there were people like Wonda or Peter who were only children when they got their powers. “I think we should do this covertly, not let him know we’re looking for him. However, once we take him in, I think we should question him before telling Fury.”

Natasha looked a little puzzled, “What do you wish to gain from that? It’s not like it’s going to change anything.”

“You never know what you might find if a person trusts you. We’re the avengers, saviors of the city, and Fury is a grumpy old pirate. I think we have better odds at getting questions answered.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and plans were put into place. The avengers came out of the tower with weapons at the ready, but concealed in normal clothing to blend in as best as possible.

 

Percy was both excited, and dreaded his first day of school. He wanted more alone time with his family after being away for so long, but he also knew that he needed to make it through his last year of high school, so that he can finally go to New Rome with Annabeth. He was curious to know if him, and Peter had the same classes.

On his way out Sally called to him, “Good luck Percy, remember I love you, but for the love of the gods, please don’t blow up the school this time.” She had a smile, and a slight laugh on her lips while talking. Percy knew that she meant it in good faith, but he could help but think about all the times that he messed up his life, and hers.

Not wanting her to know his troubled thoughts, he waved back, “Bye Mom, bye Paul, love you!”

As Percy was turning the corner to the stairwell (elevators were a big no, no with Percy), he spotted Peter just ahead of him. “Peter, wait up a sec would you?”

Peter turned, and flashed him a smile, “Hey Percy, you ready for the first day?”

“Absolutely not, you?”

“Never. Wish I could get more sleep, but hey what are you going to do about the government mandated school hours.” Both of them half-heartily laughed before falling into an uncomfortable silence.

After a few blocks full of awkward half conversations, Peter stopped in front of a house. A moment passed before a Filipino kid came out of the house.

“Sup Peter, this the neighbor you were telling me about?”

“Yup, Percy meet Ned. Ned meet Percy.”

Percy held out his hand for the kid to shake, “nice to meet ya.”

Ned looked Percy up and down, making him conscious of his visible scars due to his short sleeves. It was just too hot out still to put on long sleeves. “Dude, epic shirt!” Percy looked at his shirt which was a death to Barbie shirt Thalia got him as a joke.

“Oh well, thanks. My friend got it for me.”

“Cool… well we should get going before we’re late to school.”

Peter looked down at his watch before responding, “You right, you right.” They took off once more, only two blocks away from school. Peter turned to Ned, “So, what classes did you get?”

He pulled out a paper from his pocket, “I’ve got English with Mr. Blofis in first, Calc with Mr. Pollard in second, Gym with Coach Wilson third, and Band with Mr. Singmaster on blue days. I’ve got C lunch”

“Hey, I’ve got the same lunch as you, plus all good teachers, or so I’ve heard so far.”

“I heard the same as well. For gold days I’ve got AP bio with Mrs. Stedman instead of English, AP Computer Science with Mrs. Andrews instead of Calc, and then I have Gym and Band everyday.”

Peter looked really excited, “Awesome! I have English, Bio, and Gym with you!” Peter and Ned high-fived. “My other classes are AP Chem with Mrs. Slayter, I’ve got Trig with Mrs. Ramaro second, the same gym, and robotics with Mr. Harrington. Then I’ve also got ”

“Dude, I wished that I got Mr. Harrington.” Ned looked a little dejected about it, but perked up to ask, “So Percy, what classes do you have?”

“Oh, ah let me look.” Percy pulled out a lined piece of paper he wrote Ancient Greek on while he had Sally read his schedule out loud, wanting to ensure that he knew where he needed to be. “I‘ve got Advance Bio II with Mrs. Stedman in first, Algebra II with Mr. Alvarez in second, English with Pau-Mr. Blofis in third, Art fourth. All of that is on Blue days. The gold days I have Latin first with Mr Bruner” Percy laughed a bit at the name, but didn't explain why. “I’ve got the same algebra class second, gym with you guys third, and Art Last.”

Peter looked at the paper with a weird look on his face. “Percy, why does it look like your schedule is written in Greek? Do you know Greek?”

“I do yeah. It might sound weird, but I’ve got dyslexia, and reading things in Greek makes it easier for me. Plus, I’ve got family from Greece, so I know it pretty well.”

Ned looked at the schedule, “That is actually really cool.”

Percy rubbed the back of his neck, “thanks.”

They continued in their walk to school, eventually arriving at the front gates. They made their way to their lockers, Percy’s being away from the others, and deposited their things. He made his way to his classes, which went well. It was just the standard going over class rules/expectations/syllabus in every single class. When gym rolled around, Percy was dying to do something physical.

Percy’s last class was in the middle front building, making him not the first, nor the last to show up to the lockers. He had two options, change in front of everyone, and show more of his scars than he already did, or change in one of the stalls. After careful consideration (the stalls were super gross), he decided to rip off the band aid, and change in front of everyone. As he was changing he could the people around him go quiet and start whispering to each other.

Changing faster than before, he put on his gym shirt, and quickly left the locker room. He saw that Peter and Ned were already in the gym. They looked like they were talking to a Latino looking kid, with long-ish hair. The look on both Ned and Peter's faces told Percy that it wasn’t a very present conversation they were having.

“-ou ready to be destroyed again this year Penis Parker. I’ll be making the official spot on the Decathlon Squad this year, I just know it.”

Percy, very aware that Peter and Ned were both mad/ uncomfortable with the kid in front of them, did what he thought to be very reasonable. He put his arm around the kid’s shoulder, and gripped it hard.

With an added fake laugh, he said, “That’s just perfect! Penis Parker, why did I think of that before.”

“What the fu-“

“Shhhhh,” Percy put a finger over his mouth, “I was just trying to say that you had a wonderful insult, however, it’s a little on the tame side. You should go away and think of something better before you come back.” While Percy was talking, he was slowly hardening his grip on the kid’s shoulder to the point of it being painful, that he wanted to make clear. “Anyway, my friends and I are going to continue on, while you waddle away in uncreative shame.” When the kid still didn’t move, he shoved a little, adding on, “Ta ta, class is going to start, and I need to get into the right mind space.”

The kid made the most confused face ever before walking away, not even sure how to reply to the stranger who was bigger, stronger, and much scarier than he was.

“So, who did I just harass, and do I need to do something more extreme?”

Ned looked at him with a dumb founded face. “Dude, that was Flash Thompson! He’s been tormenting us since, I can’t even remember when! How did you do that? I’ve never seen him go speechless before!”

Percy looked a little sheepish before answering, “That was nothing, I just realized that you two looked really uncomfortable with him standing there. I had to do something to help my (hopefully) new friends.”

Peter smiled, “Well, I'd be happy to call you a friend.”

Percy felt himself smile in response when Coach Wilson called for everyone's attention. For the first day of class they were going to do the Fitness-gram Pacer test, showing how many push-ups, sit ups, and pull ups they could do in one minute, ending with a sit and reach.

Everyone groaned, but Percy had so much energy that he just smiled when he heard he could just run till he ran out of energy. The class started with a small warm up/stretch before doing the Fitness-gram test.

Before Tartarus, Percy might’ve been able to make it through the entire test, however with his lungs still in recovery from the acidic air he had a hard time catching and keeping his breath with him as he ran.

Even though he wasn’t as good as normal, he was able to keep pace with who made it the longest. They went for 23 rounds of the pacer. Percy could’ve gone for maybe three or four more rounds, but was already breathing heavily, and with other tests, didn’t want to go all in with his energy. Percy wanted to keep running, till his mind went blank, and he didn’t have to worry about anything, but couldn’t, at least not yet.

Ned came up to Percy, “Dude, you can run!”

“Thanks. You did great too.”

“Thanks, but I literally walked until I couldn’t beat the beep anymore.”

“That’s still better than, ahh, not trying at all?” Percy said with a wince.

“Alright, good work Stevenson, and Jackson. You two managed to last the longest today. I expect others to follow suit as well at the end of the semester.” Coach Wilson bellowed before continuing on in the class. “Alright buttercups, now that that’s out of the way everyone partnered up for the sit-ups.

Peter and Ned were already partnered up, leaving Percy to look for someone else. From the benches, a girl with wavy brown hair was watching the events of class unfold with a fake non-interested look. She got up and made her way over to Percy.

Percy was still awkwardly trying to figure out who to ask someone to be his partner (because everyone had already partnered up), when the girl came up to him. She tapped on his shoulder to get his attention.

“I’ll be your partner,” she stated, leaving no room for negotiation.

“Alright, thanks. I’m Percy, you?”

“MJ.”

With MJ offering no more words, they made they’re way to the center of the gym, where Coach Wilson was.

“Alright, now we're going to work on sit ups, for one minute each. Once it’s up, you’ll switch with your partner. Any questions,” with out waiting for a reply he continued on, “good. Decide who goes first.”

MJ made a pointed look at Percy, “I’m guessing that means you want me to go first?”

“Correct. I want to know what kind of person cares enough to be one of the last people to complete the test. You must be insane.”

Percy left a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. Ever since he got back from Tartarus, he felt that he was slowly going insane. The air felt like it was getting thicker, pressing down on his skin. It wasn’t like wasn’t aware of everything around him, he knew he was still at school; he knew he was safe (he asked Grover if the school had monsters before he started classes, and given the all clear, and he checked in weekly with everyone at camp).

Coach Willson said something, but Percy wasn’t paying attention, as he was actively trying to clear the clouds from his mind. Ever since his final quest, he’d found controlling his temperament was harder than it used to be. He supposed it was only a matter of time before his mind truly crumbled under the pressure that the campers held him to, from the gods, and the monsters constantly looking to drink his blood or eat him bones and all.

It wasn’t until MJ said something to him did he realize that Coach Wilson had started the tst did he begin doing the sit ups.

Exercise was always easier for him. It allowed to let out his frustrations without needing to know what words to say. He wasn’t sure how, but every time Percy went to vent his emotions and stressors, Ababeth seemed to understand. She would give him about an hour, maybe more to let out more of his destructive emotions before she would join him for a few sparring matches, where she would somehow get him to open up about what he was upset about. So yes, while he wasn’t able to talk out the crushing weight that the air had suddenly taken on, he was still able to expend the energy that was thrumming under his skin.

By the time MJ told him to stop again (he really needed to pay more attention to Coach Wilson), he was feeling better. He knows MJ hadn’t meant to cause him the emotional strife that she did, but he could help but feel upset anyway. Percy figured that by the end of class he would be able to think more rational than he currently was.

“Alright, everyone needs to switch partners. Those that just did the sit ups now have to hold your partners feet, and vice versa.” Coach Wilson addressed the class.

MJ gave him a look, “I don’t think I can match what you just got.”

Percy just gave a small laugh in response, “I think it’ll be alright if that’s true.”

“Alright everyone ready?” Coach Wilson looked around at the groups,” good, begin.” He then blew his whistle.

Percy, knowing it was important for MJ’s grade, and not wanting to be rude, used all of his brain power to focus on the task at hand: counting. If that wasn’t sad for a high schooler, he didn’t know what was.

Turns out, he didn’t have to count past 10, as at that point MJ proceeded to just lay on the floor, and not move until the remaining minute was up.

At the end, Coach Wilson wanted to know the number of seats, and when it came to share Percy number of seats, he had to turn to MJ for his, because he certainly didn’t keep track, nor did he know if she even told him his number.

“Well Jackson, what’d you get?”

“74, he 74 sit ups.”

“Dang Jackson, you got someone you're trying to impress? First the pacer, and now this?” The voice came from the same kid from earlier, who was harassing Peter before class started.

“As a matter of fact I do not.” Percy truly didn’t want to be expelled from another school, so he was trying to control his already uneasy mood. “I’m just trying my best, which is clearly better than yours.” The kid looked like he was going to say something else, but Percy cut him off before he could, “Think of a better insult yet, or are you still ruminating?”

Once again, the kid looked like he wasn't to say something, but it was Coach Wilson that cut him off, “Seriously, Jackson, were you part of some sports team before something to this school, or you’re looking to join the army? What is it?”

A bit confused, Percy shook his head, “not really no. Though I might join the swim team here, so there’s that I guess.” Percy mutters under his breath so no one would hear, “I’m already part of an army.”

“Perfect! If you keep up this performance for the rest of the class, you’ll be a show in for really any sport that you want. All of them at once even. Great job!”

“Thanks. I guess.” Unsure how to feel about that, Percy just tried to make himself smaller to not hold as much attention, but it was a bit difficult being as tall as he was.

“Moving on! Well be doing the push ups now.”

Everyone groaned at having to keep working out, but it was honestly great for Percy, as the rest of the class he was able to get rid of almost all of his energy, and it allowed him to blow off steam. The rest of the class seemed to think he was some sort of super star, or maybe that was just Coach WIlson, but either way, he was glad gym was put into his schedule. Made things much easier for him, and would allow him to (hopefully) focus better in his classes now he would have an outlet later in the day.

Once class was over, Percy tried to be the first one back to the lockers, and succeeded. However, he wasn’t able to change before others joined in. While he still got some weird looks, it was pretty clear that people felt awkward staring at his scars.

Not everyone seemed to think it was necessary to not point out what was wrong with him though, as one of the younger kids, freshmen, maybe sophomore, walked up to him. “So, how’d you get so covered in scars like that.”

Before Percy could even attempt to answer the question another kid, presumably his friend, came up and covered his mouth with his hand, “Oh my god Liam, you can’t just ask someone why they have scars!”

“It’s fine,” Percy had wondered about something like this happening, so he asked Anabether and Chiron what to do if someone asked, and they came up with something simple enough to be believable. “I got into a pretty bad fight with a polar bear. It was pretty bad, but I’m all good now, shouldn't have seen the bear though.” Percy added a smile as the other kid laughed a bit. “In all seriousness though, I got into a car accident when I was young. No big deal.”

The kid, Liam, removed his friend’s hand from his face. “Oh, sorry that happened to you.” Liam looked a little awkward before continuing, “I’m glad you made it, like it’s nice you didn’t die. It would be very sad if you died… Not that I know anything about you, and we’ve just met, and this is a terrible first impression isn’t it? Why am I still talking? I think I’ve backed myself in a corner and my talking is just digging a deeper hole.”

His friend put his hand over Liam’s mouth again, and began dragging him away. “Ok, that’s enough for now. I’m so sorry about him, he has no social sense.”

With a slight chuckle, Percy responded, “It’s all good. I’ve dealt with worse.”

With that, Percy made his way out of the class, and on his way to art. Once out in the hallway, he ran into Peter and Ned again.
“Dude! You didn’t say you were a gym bro, you’re so ripped, it was crazy!” Ned was loudly talking/shouting at Percy, while giving him a small shove.

“It’s not really something that comes up in conversation, and besides, I don't, I've ever actually been to a gym.”

Ned's eyes got large, “How could you do all of that and not go to the gym? You got magic blood or something?”

Suddenly not liking the topic, Percy tried to pivot, “Don’t be ridiculous, I have a magic pen that grants me powers, besides, I got to go to class.”

“Alright, see you later!” Peter threw over his shoulder before turning down a different hallway.

“Yup!”

Once in art class, it was like the other classes, going over the syllabus, where the art supplies would be, any questions, what to expect for the semester, yada, yada. The one big difference is that in the last 15 minutes of class, his teacher, Mrs. Buck, told them to draw or paint, or whatever medium they deemed best for the project to draw something that made them truly happy.

Percy being Percy, decided he was going to draw his family, thinking it would be easy to do. The biggest problem he had was figuring out where to stop. He started with Sally, then added Paul, then Estelle, then Annabeth, and Grover, and Tyson. At that point he got up for another piece of paper, and taped them together on the back to make a bigger one. He added the seven, Clarisse, Chris, the Stoll brothers, Ella, Will, Nico, Thallia, Rachel. He kept getting more and more paper, until practically all of the camp was there, however, the picture didn’t feel quite right until he added in Sealina, Charlie, Micheal, Bianca, Zoe, Lee, Castor, Bob and Small Bob.

Percy finished sketching the outline (and by out line, he meant just a rough blob with a name of where the person would go) of everyone. The project was due by the end of the week, meaning he had five days to finish it, four if you don’t count Friday.

Percy walked up to Mrs. Buck’s desk on his way out the door after carefully folding his paper to fit in his backpack. “Do you think it’s possible I could take home some of your supplies? I’d like to borrow some water color and the pastels if I could.”

“Of course! You just need to sign them out using this sheet, and you can take ‘em.”

“Thanks!” With everything sorted out, Percy found Peter and Ned in the hallway to walk home together.

Chapter Text

“Well this isn’t a lot to go off of, we still don’t know much of anything this kid is capable of, so I think a civil approach is best.” Tony said while running Percy through a facial recognition software to see if they could get any more information on the kid.

“Eh, I’ve seen worse,” Nat added, while heating up some noodles in the kitchen, “It’s not like we don’t know where he is or anything.”

“Still, I would rather be as informed as possible.”

“Sir, we have found a match for Percy Jackson.” Friday pulled up the image on the TV in the living room. “He appears to have been in several posts of one Rachel Elezabeth Dare, daughter of Wilmer Dare, CEO of Dare Enterprises. Often the pictures are of outings the two seem to go on, such as walks, painting, or protests. Almost none of them are head on, and seem to be taken without his notice.” While talking, several pictures and posts were shown on screen. “It would also appear that he’s friends with Piper McLain, daughter of movie star Tristian McLean.”

“How did this kid, who we can’t even find, meet these two people? They're from completely different backgrounds, and by all means should have had no reason to meet.”

“Honestly sir, I’m unsure as of yet, but I’ll keep digging.”

“Thanks Friday.”

Tony turned back to Natasha, “What do you make of this?”

“Honestly, it just makes me more interested in whatever it is that he is, or at the very least, makes it more important to find him. He might know that being online is a liability to people like him, as it can be tracked by people like us. Percy might be smarter than we thought.”

Clink looked at Nat while he was sitting on top of the fridge, with his feet kicking over the side like an overactive kid. “I don’t know, looking at his file, he’s had a rough go of it in life, it might be that he’s found it better to just stay off the socials to keep one more thing under his control.”

“That’s a fair point, I know when I was a kid, we didn’t want to blast our image or location wherever we went.”

“Cap when you were a kid, electricity was newly intended,” Clink added.

Steve looked around at the room, “Really, no one’s going to dispute that?” Slouching in his chair he added, “I was born in 1922, which for the record, wasn’t even all that long ago.”

“Whatever you have to say to let you sleep at night.”

“Clint I swear to your bowstring that I will murder you in your sleep tonight.”

“Oh sorry, what was that? I must have turned my hearing aids off by accident.”

Steve looking exacerbated turned back to the TV still showing the different photos of Percy from the Instagram accounts. “Ok, let’s get back on topic! Do we know where he’s going to school?” Steve looked to Tony, then at the ceiling, “Could you hack into the data bases of schools or something to look for his name in the registry Friday?”

“I can certainly try, but I must inform you that it is highly illegal to search through private data in such a way. I need direct verbal confirmation from Tony in-order to proceed.”

Tony sat in his chair for a sec, “And we’re sure that it’s not something that’s readily available in the Shield Database? Cause that feels like a weird thing to leave out.”

Friday answered again, “It does not appear so, no. It’s possible that this is a new file, so it’s not as full as it should be. Would you like me to contact Fury about it?”

"No, but thank you though Friday. Go ahead and search the school databases."

“Will do, sir. There are 533 high schools, so please give me a moment while I shift through the data. I will let you know when I get the findings.”

“Thank you Friday.” Tony turned to look at Nat, “You have experience in interrogation, any thoughts on how we should approach this guy?”

Natasha thought about it for a moment, before taking the file from Clink, who started folding the papers into origami. Flattening out the papers, she looked through them, and pulling a pen from who knows where, started underling and ceiling different bits of information. “Here, it says he was wanted in a nationwide manhunt, but it was revealed that he was kidnapped, so most likely he’ll be untrusting of strangers that approach him.”

“That’s easy to deal with, we just have to walk up to him and say we’re the avengers, easy as pie.”

“I don’t think so, because if you look at his school record, he clearly doesn’t trust or like authority, which we would have over him.”

“Yeah, but we’re the avengers, we save the city he lives in, and the world. That’s got to have some brownie points.”

Natasha gave an exasperated look. “I swear to fucking Alien’s Tony, let me finish.”

“Ok, geeze. Carry on.”

“While the file doesn’t have much, I did request to have a look into his parent’s files. Sally’s file mentioned that she filed a missing person report for her husband, Gabe Ugliano, but he was never found. I looked up this report, and the officer seemed to note that Sally wasn’t that shaken with his disappearance.The officer also noted that Percy was very protective of his mother, and refused to let him interview his mother without him present, as well as stat rather close to her, but also showed no signs of grief for the loss of Gabe. When the neighbor's were questioned, as well as Gabes friends, it was clear that both her and Percy were abused.”

Steve was the one to interrupt this time, “I don’t understand how this connects to Percy though?”

Nat turned to answer his question, “It means that Percy will be highly protective to those he cares about, so you could use that as a weakness against him while we have him in custody. The two’s reaction to the missing Gabe is also telling that either Sally or both of them murdered him and hid it from the police.”

Tony jumped in again, “Are you trying to tell me that Percy, when he was what, 12? Killed a man and buried his body from the cops?”

“I’m neither confirming nor denying. I’m just presenting the facts, and my deductions, as you asked.” Nat moves from the table to pour herself a glass of water, “The Jackson came into a large sum of money after Gabe went missing when Sally sold a statue of him, then moved into a much nicer area and apartment. Sally has never before nor since shown interest in statues. Now I’m not sure, but it’s possible she has powers like her son, but chooses not to use them, except in this one instance.”

The others looked shocked at this info. Clink nearly fell from the fridge, while Steve and Tony looked concerned. “I didn’t even think of that. I guess powers have to come from somewhere right? Cap from his magic soup, Tony from his dumb ass, Wanda from Loki’s staff, who’s to say they can’t be genetic as well?” Clint said while pushing himself back on the fridge.

“I can’t believe I didn’t think of that.” Tony said.

“Of course you wouldn't if you didn’t read the file.”

“Or any of the other files.”

“Doesn’t matter, I have so I can brief you like I would anyway.”

Natasha retorted. “Getting back on topic, Percy’s been seen all over the country the past few years, as well as other countries we have no records of him going to, meaning he’ll likely be a flight risk if we don’t get him right away. Not to mention his mother didn’t file a report on him when he was missing. It’s likely his morals are a bit off, if not good meaning, as he most likely knew or partook in the presumed murder or disappearance of his stepfather, as well as the kidnapping he was a part of I mentioned earlier. The whole deal ended with him getting into a gun fight, and presumably winning as the kidnapper was never found. That kind of thing during your adolescent years have got to do a number on a person’s moral compass..

Looking into it farther, I found the files we have on the two children that were kidnapped with him. It was hard to find, but they’re names are Annabeth Chase and Grover Underwood. Annabeth ran away when she was seven, her father filing a report for her. She was missing up until she was 12 years old, and is currently attending high school in California. What’s interesting though, is that Anabeth had no Mother listed on her birth certificate, just like Percy not having a father listed on his.

Grover was harder to track down, and we were only able to find his name from the police report. The guy doesn’t exist until he’s an adult and leading climate change, save the planet protests. The who regularly show up in Rachel, and Piper’s Instagrams, with Grover having his own, and Anabeth not.

“Last thing I wanted to touch on, was that Anabeth, Grover, Rachel, and Piper all claim to go to a camp of some kind at some point, so it’s very possible that this is how Percy was able to meet most of these people. Piper also didn’t have a mother listed on her birth certificult. Rachel did, and Gover doesn’t exist in the system. It’s possible the lack of a parent is related to this camp of theres, but as of yet, it’s hard to tell.”

“Jesus Nat, that was a lot of info to download all at once.”

“I agree, give me a moment to think through it all.”

“On a side note, if you were able to find so much info on Percy in one afternoon, why was his folder not bigger?”

“Time constraint I think. Fury wouldn’t trust this thing to many agents, so he trusted me to fill in the blanks he didn’t have time for.”

“Is there anything else worthy of note?” Steve asked, while looking through the notes he wrote down during Nat’s download.

“There was an interesting matter of Sally transferring money to a May Castellan, who by all accounts, has never met Percy or Sally. It would seem that a while back Sally called social services to May’s house, and she is now getting in home care by psychiatric professionals once a week with the help from Sally. May had a son named Luke Castellan, who would have also had no reason to have ever met Percy or Sally. He went missing or ran away at the age of 14, causing his mother to go into a downward mental spiral, further than what she was reported as being.”

Clink looked lost in thought, before saying, “The more I learn about this, the weirder it gets.” He hops down off the fridge, and sits down at the table, grabbing Paul Blofis’s File. “what about him? He got any thing strange about him?”

“Not that I know of. He’s an English teacher at Midtown High, the kids seem to like him, he married Sally three years after the disappearance of Gabe Ugliano. He was an actor in a few shows while in college, but nothing too exciting about him. He has a no criminal record, and no family still alive.”

“Speaking of Midtown High School, Percy appears to be attending. In fact, it would appear that he has his step Mr. Blowfis as his English teacher.” Friday proceeded to show a photo on the TV of what Appeared to be Percy his Junior year, as photo day had yet to happen.

“Midtown? Why does that sound Familiar?” Bruise asked as he walked into the kitchen, “Also, is that the Percy kid?”

“It is indeed non ami.” Tony looked over to see him walk to the fridge and pull put some eggs, ham and butter. “ Where have you been, you missed the download.”

While heating up the pan, he coatd it in some butter, then went to grab some bread and put it in the toaster, “Relax, I was in my lab, and I asked Friday to broadcast any conversation you had about him.” Continuing to make himself eggs, Bruise added on, “You said his powers might be genetic? How would his mother get powers or are you saying she was born with them too?”

“As of yet, it’s unclear,” Bruise nodded at Natasha.

“Either way, we know where he’ll be for seven hours out of the day, and I assume after Friday went through the school files, we know where he lives as well.”

“That would be correct sir.”

“Epic. So now with all that squared away, what’s the game plan exactly?”

Bruise, now done making his egg sandwich sat down at the table, “I am once again asking why does Midtown sound so similar? No one answered my question”

“Right, it does sound familiar doesn’t it…” Clint attempted to steal some eggs off of Bruce’s plate to no avail, while Tony sat in contemplation. “Oh my geezums, it’s the school Peter goes to.”

“Peter, you mean your secrete love child?” Clint asked

Tony turned very red, “He’s not my child. Besides, I’ve seen his DNA, we’re not related.”

“Ew no, Tony, please tell me you didn’t steal his hair or something creepy like that.”

“Of course not! I asked for a sample of his blood and he gave it to me.”

“Boys, we’re getting side tracked again.”

“Sorry Natasha,” both Clint and Tony said at the same time.

“How do we feel about Percy going to the same school as Peter. You think it’a a coincidence that as soon as he pop’s on the raydar, he’s going to the same school as a adopted love child?”

“Oh my God, you can’t jus-”

“I don’t think that’s anything to worry about, but maybe just in case, tell Peter to be weary of him. Friday, do either of them share classes?”

“Yes, they have Gym and Lunch together.”

“Thanks Fri. So, does anyone know what to do with that info?”

Nat signed and put her face in her hands, “I swear Tony, if you weren’t as smart as you were, I would think you’re the biggest idiot on Earth.” Smiling just a bit at Tony’s Hey! Nat looks up once more, “I think, it might be best to approach him in a neutral space, with a lot of people, that way he’ll either have to come with us, or cause a scene in public, and based on how long he’s remained underground, he should come quietly.”

“So we’ll get him when schools are newly out. Sounds like a plan If I’d ever heard one.”

“Great meeting adjourned until 2:30, where we’ll go to the school”

 

Percy was walking out of class after finding Ned and Peter, when he left like he was being watched once he made it outside. Trusting his instincts, he looked around to spot any monsters in his vicinity. Not seeing any, he continued on, but with an alertness he didn’t have the movement before.

“...So any way, that’s why I think Death Vader could secretly still be alive.” Percy only caught the very last bit of the conversation Ned was having with Peter.

“Really, that’s your theory? It made no sense whatsoever.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it”

“Fine I will. Anikin would have had to…”

It was at that point that Percy felt the feeling of being watched again. It was starting to annoy him. Checking his surroundings once more, there was nothing to be found. Again. He knew there was something out there, but he just couldn’t pin point it.

“Hang on, hang on, let’s get a third party vote in here,” Peter turned to Percy, “What do you think? Who’s right, me or Ned?”

Percy feigned like he was thinking hard, “Tough to say… I’m going to have to go with me. I’m correct. I’ve never seen whatever show you’re talking about, therefore, Varth Dader is actually an incorporeal being that exists beyond time and space. Therefore they are neither alive nor dead.”

“One, what he fuck do you mean you’ve never seen Star Wars?! Two, The Fuck kind of gibberish did you just throw up into my ears?! Three, there is no three I’m just upset and confused”

“Yeah no, I’m just Ned on this one. What kind of rock have you been living under because even Patric Star gets cable.”

“What? Is it a crime to have like going outside as a kid more than sit and watch a movie for 12 hours?” Both Peter and Ned gave Percy an annoyed look. “Ok, ok, I hear you. I’ll be sure to catch up on my Star Trek soon.” If Peter and Ned were replaced by Zeus, Percy thought nothing about their demetors would change, as they'd share the same level of disgust Zues had for him.

“PERCY!” Both of them Shouted at once, and started speaking over each other. “Star Trek and Star Wars are comple—” “They aren’t even connected universities. One’s a—” “SO to even imply such a thing would bring disho—” “Trek is way older than Sta—” “rs is a dystopian universe. Kay it’s so sad al—” “It so much better than the other one by a mile!” Both ended together, saying the same thing, “You can’t just say Star Trek!”

“Geeze, ok, calm down. I didn’t mean to kill your birds. Gods”

Ned look at Peter a bit puzzled before turning to Percy, “Kill out birds?”

“You know, kill two birds with one stone. I didn’t mean to kill your birds.”

Ned looked at Peter for just a moment before both started laughing. “Percy, Percy no. That is not how that saying works. Like at all.”

“How about, I didn’t mean to bridge under your water?”

“Where are you learning these sayings?”

“...That’s for me to know, and you to never know.”

“That’s so weirdly cryptid.”

“What can I say, I confuse to live.”

“I give up, just, just stop trying.”

Percy gave them both a smile, his unease from earlier wearing off.

Perhaps it was because Peter and Ned made him feel better, or perhaps becasue he was with his mortal friends that he let his guard down, but it wouldn’t be until Peter and Ned broke off to go to Ned’s house for a project they were working on, but Percy truly didn’t realize he was being followed by the women until he was almost at the door step of his Apartment building.

When he went to open the door he realized that the red he’d been seeing wasn’t of art, or window shops, or anything of the sort, but of the hair of a woman. Frustrated that the monster, who ever she was, had followed him, Percy turned around, looked her right in the eyes and yelled, “Could we not today? I just really don’t feel like it.”

The woman, looking confused pointed at herself, then walked closer. “How did you know I was following you.”

“I wouldn’t be alive if I couldn’t.” Percy rolled his eyes and continued, “Now, can we skip the part where you tell me my flesh tastes good, and go about our day. If the last two years doesn’t deter you, I don’t know what will.”

The Woman looked entirely confused, and a bit taken aback. “I’m sorry what? Who do you think I am?!”

Now thoroughly unimpressed, Percy lowed his head into his raise palm. “I really don’t care who you think you are.”

The woman reached into her pocket, making Percy take a step back, however, it wasn’t a weapon that she pulled out from her jacket, it was an ID badge of some kind. “I’m Natasha Romanov of the Avengers.”

Oh shit. Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fucking shit. Gods fucking damn it! Percy’s thoughts were just a stream of constant cursing, trying to process who he thought was a monster, but was fully mortal the entire time. “Uuuuhhh, yes of course Ms, Avenger. I mean Avenger Natasha. It’s nice to meet you!” Percy’s mind still blank and panicking, he proceeds to blurt out, “I didn’t blow up those monuments!”

Natasha proceeds to put the badge back in her pocket, “No Percy, that’s not what I’m hear to talk to you about.”

“Oh good, I really don’t know how that would go.”

“Is there a place we could sit down and talk for awhile? Your apartment perhaps.”

Percy mentally went through the list of people who might be home at the moment. Paul would be out, stuck at school grading papers, and a meeting of some sort. Sally would be out with Estell at a doctor’s appointment, meaning it would only be Percy home at the moment. The question remained if they knew where he live, though he supposed if they followed him here, and new his name, they most likely already had the info.

“Why not? Its right in here.” Percy opened the door for her, letting her walk in first. While he trusted that she wouldn’t do any harm, he did know about how the avengers protected New York from the invasion a while back. Still, he didn’t like having his back exposed to unknown, especially after the curse of Akillies. “The stairs are to the right.” Natasha gave him a look, but said nothing as they made the three story trek to his apartment.

Once they entered, he lead them both to the kitchen, asking if she would want a drink of some kind. Not really waiting for a response, he poured them both waters. Turning back to him, he could see she was studying the kitchen. Family photos, drawings on the fridge from Estel, a B- on an English paper he got last year before disappearing, the height board in the corner, the uncleaned dishes sitting in the sink, the cookie jar, and the garden on the kitchen window sill.

“Nice place you got here. It’s nice, cozy.” Sitting down, Percy felt the gaze intensify on him. “I’m sure you know that we Avengers don’t just come up to people like this.” She bends down to open the back pack she was wearing, and pulls out a file. “I also work for an organization known as SHEILD.”

“Never heard of it.”

“We’d like it to stay that way.” She staired at him for a moment, before turn the file so he could see it. “I want you to just look through there and tell me what you think about it.”

Curious getting the better of him, Percy opened the file to find many hand written notes, type up information, newspaper clippings, and the most disturbing part, photos new and old of not just him, but his friends and family too. Trying to read the notes, he was able to piece together that it was about his past, but he could also tell that just by looking at the photos. The hand written notes were beyond him, unsure if there were good or bad.

Percy’s face hardened as he looked back up at her, “What’s the meaning of this?”

He could be wrong, but Percy thought he saw just the slightest hesitation, perhaps fear on her face before schooling it again. “It’s the file that SHEILD has on you, like I said. It’s only surfaced recently, but you’re a person of interests at head quarters. We’d like to interview you about a few things.”

Percy lean forward, placing his elbow on the table, “What would those things be exactly?”

“To be frank,” Percy tried his absolute best not a crack a small smile at Natasha’s wording, “We want to know if you propose as some kind of threat. To us, or civilians.”

“I can testify that I’m not a ‘threat’ to you or civilians.” Percy’s mind conjured up a vivid memory of Rachel complaining about him slashing her with his sword, but put it to the side. He stood up, “There, interview done. I could walk out without if that works.”

“Not quite done yet,” Percy moved to sit down again, “I have yet to show you the most crucial piece of evidence that shows you could be a danger.” For the third time, Natasha went to pull something out form her personal affects, in this case it being her phone. “If you could watch this video please.”

She hit play, and turned the phone so he could see it. The video was the one captured while he was fighting the aliens. The same aliens that Percy would come to learn were stopped by the Avengers. It was rather damning evidence that he was the one controlling the water, and fighting the aliens. The camera man got a perfect shot of his face when he turned to make sure they were ok.

“Is that AI? Seems like fake news to me.”

“It is not.”

“But how do you know? Because I for one can’t do that with water, let alone do I own a sword.”

“Percy this fighting isn’t going to get you anywhere. We know it’s you, and we know the video’s legit. You can either come with me now, or I could remove you with force.”

Percy, looking conflicted turned to Natasha, the video, the file, and finally landing on the family photo of him, Paul, Sally, Estel, and Anabeth. Sighing, and placing his head on the table Percy responds, “Fine. But on one condition, I get to leave my mom a letter detailing what’s happened.”

Smiling, Natasha says, “Deal.”

Percy grabs a notebook from his backpack, writes a note on it, and sticks it to the fridge. The note in question saying:

Mom, I’ll be gone for a bit. I don’t know if I’ll be hoem for dinre, ubt I’ll try my bset. Tell Chiron the Avenjrs asked to meet me to ask adout the alyen’s I faut. Please bon’t wory to much about it. If Im not back soon, Im suer Anabeth will know what to bo.

Paul, if I mis class, try to tno let then explel me. Also, i dibn’t have time to finesh ny homework. Sory
Love you Always,
Percy

With the note written, he turned to Natasha, letting out a “Let’s go” before walking back out of the apartment.

Chapter Text

Percy walked out of his apartment building, with Natasha on his right, leading him to the unassumed black sedan waiting for him up front.

“Where are we going exactly?”

“Leave the questioning for later, when we’re off the street.”

Percy, undisturbed, carried on, “I'm pretty sure this is considered my person being detained, and therefore I am legally allowed to know if I’m being arrested.”

“You’re not being arrested.”

“I guess you could consider this a form of kidnapping.”

“It’s not kidnapping, you came willingly.”

“But did I though,” Percy gave her a sly smile as they drove away from the building, “Because I distinctly remember you saying something along the lines of ‘remove with force’ if I’m correct.”

“Semantics. All that matters for now is that you’re going to be meeting the other avengers while we decide what to do with you.”

“Whatever.”

The two of them then rode in silence to the Avenger’s building, with Natasha driving the car. They pulled up to the front of the building, towering over the street, making Percy have to crane his neck all the way up to see the top. As they enter, Natasha directs Percy to the front desk where a young woman was sitting.

“Greetings Ms. Romanov, who is it you’ve brought in today?”

“Percy Jackson. Badge level Green.”

“One green level badge coming up.” She turned to her computer, typing in the needed details. Once done, she scanned a badge, lighting up green, then handed it over to Natasha. “Alright, that’s your badge for ya!”

“Thank you Autumn.” Natasha turned to Percy, “Put this on.”

Following the directions, he also followed her as she gestured to the elevator. Percy, trying his best to show panic, did as she gestured. Once inside the elevator, he closed his eyes, just breathing in an attempt to calm down.

Fuck me and fuck you, Percy Thought, why on gods’ green earth did it have to be an elevator. It’s ok Percy, you’ve defeated countless gods, titans, giants, and school bullies, you can deal with one fucking elevator.

Ding! The elevator door slid open, and Percy all but ran out the door, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t on the verge of crying his eyes out because of an elevator. Natasha gave him a look that could’ve honestly meant anything, and guided him to a non-discrete wall.

“FRIDAY, bring us to the top please.”

Percy, confused, looked around, trying to figure out who she was talking to, when a voice from the ceiling spoke through speakers (that Percy could not pinpoint). “Of course Natasha, would you like me to inform the others of your arrival as well?”

“I would appreciate that very much, thank you FRIDAY.”

“Yes… thank you Friday.” Percy said, very unsure as to handle the ceiling person.

“Of course Mr Jackson.”

Percy, looking around for cameras but unable to find any, turned back to Natasha, “How is she seeing us right now.” The spy just smirked, before turning back to the front to lead the way to the meeting room. Ok, fine, keep your secrets.

The two of them proceeded through a long hallway of doors, leading to who knows where, as Percy was unable to focus enough to change the random symbols into words. Eventually, after Percy was sure they had walked in a circle at least twice, Natasha opened the door, leading to a conference room. The room itself didn’t have any windows, but it did have a large table, TV, and a little plant in the corner like someone felt like it was a good replacement for the outdoors. Percy disagreed, the view would have been spectacular this high up, he would know.

sitting at the table were who he assumed the other Avenger’s were, however he wasn’t able to place a name on most of them. There was a regular guy, who after Percy looked a second time, could see was wearing hearing aids. Another man Percy knew to be the Norse God of Thunder, Thor. Another man who looked rather muscular with blond hair, who Percy believed was named Stephen or Steven or something. Then there was Tony Stark, whom Percy only knew due to Charlie Benckendorf nerding out about the man, before, well, everything. Anabeth liked to rave about the power source of the build, but remarked that the Avenger Tower itself was rather…. Ugly. She thought it was ugly. Who was she to argue, she literally designed all of Olympus. That’s right, my girlfriend redesigned Olympus…. Wait, I should be paying attention to what’s happening.

Next to Tony, in rather normal looking clothes was none other than Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye. Will and Micheal Yew used tell anyone who would listen about him. Now it was Will nerding about him to Nico. Percy was sure that others would talk about him too, with severely people saying that they were better than him, or something. While Percy regained his memories, some things were still fuzzy, maybe it was because he was tired of being sad and missing his friends, missing the people of camp. Maybe Chiron was right, and he should talk to someone about it. Someone who wasn't Anabeth, he already gave her way too much stress by making every god in existence find a reason to hate his guts.

And I’ve done it again. I really need to work on focusing on the task at hand. Looking around the table, seeing that there was a chair for him to sit in, Percy opted to sit on the table, criss-cross applesauce style. If he was going to be forced to be here, then he was going to do it on his own terms. Was it the smartest thing he had ever done, no, but most people didn’t think of him as intelligent anyway. They only saw a kid with a record a mile long, and a look to match it.

“So, who here wants me dead?” Percy was not met with smiles, but with confused faces, and a small look of horror on the Captain American Steven guy.

“Goodness, Nat what did you tell the kid!” Tony asked in a disgusted tone.

Before Percy could get a word out in response, Thor spoke up, “A lot of people I would have to say. Would you like them in alphabetical order, or the order in which you pissed them off.”

Percy held a hand to his chin like he was thinking, “Neither, the list would just make me upset.”

“Ahh, yeah. It’ll happen to someone like you.”

Clint raised his hand, like he was a kindergartener on the first day of class, “I’m sorry, but what the actual fuck are you guys talking about? Cause last I checked, you’re only like, 17? I feel that’s a bit young to have people out for your death.”

“No, I think that’s a bit old if you didn’t have mortal enemies at that age.”

“Can we back track for a moment?” Tony asked. “We didn’t bring you here to kill you, we brought you here to talk. What I am now though is concerned for your safety. Why do people want to kill you.”

“Well, you see, it’s a long story.”

“We’ve got the time.”

“We really don’t. Though, so just like, ask other questions.”

“No, because that’s sus as shit.”

“Ooh, Cap, language.”

“Tony I swear to god, it was one time!”

“Yes, but a very memorable one time.”

“Boys! Sit down, shut up, and let me speak.” Nat was able to control the room in an instant. “Now, Percy, why don’t we talk about why you’ve been brought here.”

She brought up an ipad (from who knows where), which she used to turn on the TV in the room. Once again, his file was shown to the group. Nat skimmed through some files to find what she was looking for. It was a photo of his mom standing next to the Gabe statue. “Now Percy, you recognized this, yes? The statute your mother created.”

“I do.”

“Good. Do you know how she made it?”

Percy grit his teeth a bit, and had to stop himself from spitting out, “no.” He needed to remain as calm as possible if they were going to be pulling this shit. “I do know how she made it.”

“Great, then would you mind giving us the low down?”

“Why do you care?”

“Why are you avoiding the question?”

“You said you wanted to ask questions about myself, not about my family.”

“To understand the person, you must understand their upbringing.”

“Well,” Percy didn’t know much about sculpting, but he had seen Rachel make things out of clay before. He knew that the Greek statues were made of stone chiseled away. He just had to figure out which one was more believable. “She made it with a hammer and chisel, just like all the greats.”

Nat studied him for something, most likely trying to spot his lie, but Percy had been greeting pretty good after all those years, tricking, and bluffing his way out of deadly traps. He just hoped it held up to scrutiny.

“Alright.” She then swiped on the ipad, through a few more files. “Do you know anything about these two individuals?”

The image she pulled up was also a newspaper clipping, from when Anabeth, Grover, and he swindled an entire crowd to pay for their plane ride home after their first question.

“Of course I do. They were also victims of our… kidnapping.” It had been a while since Percy thought of his first quest. Things had seemed simpler then, even if it was his introduction to the gods, his mother had been “dead” and he fought a god. He didn’t have to worry about leading all of the camp, nor did he have to worry about Kronos, or Gaia, or whoever else wanted him dead.

“What happened while you were kidnapped?”

“I don’t know?! Fucking awful shit. I was kidnapped, and afraid I’d never see my mother again!”

“Only your mother? Not Gabe?”

“Yes, my mother. I couldn’t give two shits about Gabe.”

In a surprising twist, it was Tony, not Nat, who asked the next question. “I understand not… caring for your parents like that. Do you have any idea what happened to him.”

“No I don’t.”

“Alrigthy then. I won’t ask about it again.”

Percy looked Tony in the eyes, to see it was something he was being genuine about, and it really did look like he understood what Percy was talking about.

“Thank you.”

“Percy,” his attention was once again pulled to Nat, “What happened while you were kidnapped? People said you exploded a bus, the St. Louis Arch, and a beach while trying to get away. I’m sure that experience didn’t paint authority figures in a bright light for you.”

“Look, we… We did what we needed to. I never exploded anything, it was that fuck face.” When Percy said that he fully expected something dramatic to happen, but nothing did. He wasn’t sure if it was only because Zeus was such a drama queen, Arese wasn’t paying attention, or the gods didn’t like him talking to mortals about any of this. Either way he was thankful Arses didn’t blast his way in and demand a rematch.

“I was dragged from New York to California against my will. There were moments that weren’t as pretty as others. That experience changed the rest of my life, but it also gave me the closest friends that I’ve ever had.”

The group felt a heavy silence fall over them at his words. “While this happened to you, did anything strange happen? Anything unexplained?”

Percy wanted to laugh at the words. Strange? Of course it was strange. My best friend is half donkey, and my father is the Greek god of Earth quakes, monsters, storms, and the ocean. Nothing could be stranger than learning the Greek myths are real. I guess, maybe learning aliens are real, but even then, it’s hard to compare Gods and Aliens. Apples and oranges I guess.

“Don’t bounce around like that, I know you’re just trying to ask if I have any super powers like in the clip you showed me, and once again I tell you: I don’t have any.”

Clink laughed, but under a glare from Nat, turned it into a cough. “Wow kid, you got us. We’re just trying to understand what’s happening here.”

“There’s nothing happening for you to understand, so can I go now?”

“Not so fast, I still have a few more things I’d like clarifications on, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“I do mind, but something tells me that you don’t care too much about that.” Percy leaned back, using his hands as support. He was still surprised that they just let him sit on the table rather than any chairs. Maybe they knew that giving him the choice, while small, helped him feel like he had more control over the situation than he really had.

“I do care Percy, but right now it’s my job not to. Now,” Once more Nat flipped through the files, opening a missing person’s report, “What happened while you were missing for 8 months?”

“I was dealing with a family matter, on my dad’s side of the family.” Before campers went back to school, or back to their jobs, or what have you in the “real” world, they were briefed on what to say about what they did that summer. This year, more than most, Percy was debriefed by Chiron on what to say about questions like this.

“Paul?”

“No, my biological father.”

“Who is your father?”

“I’m not telling you that.” Percy waved his hands, “Adding fuel to fire and all that. Y'all already have an uncomfortably high amount of stuff on me, and if I have something you don’t have, then you’re not getting it.” He was probably digging a deeper hole than what he could afford to get out of, but at this point Percy was tired and wanted to go home an hour ago.

Nat gave a slight smile before continuing, “If you were dealing with your family, why did your mother file a missing person’s report for you?”

Percy rubbed the back of his neck, out of nerves, embarrassment, and guilt for what happened. “I may have left without telling her. I got a call while she was out, packed some things, and left. I had every intention of calling her, letting her know what was wrong, but I must have dropped or left my phone somewhere and I couldn’t call her until a few days later.” Since Percy was back home, he had talked to Sally about all that happened, as he and Chiron only discussed the mythical side of things, including anything the mortals might ask him about. His mother did file a report, but rescinded a few days after Anabethed informed her that it had Mythical written all over it. When they discussed it, it was more thought to be in the context of the school, rather than an almost kidnapping type scenario.

Stephany jumped in before Nat could ask the next question, “Why wouldn’t you use a friend's phone, your fathers, a pay phone, something.”

“Because I didn’t think of it. I’m ADHD with low object permanency, by the time I reverb to call it was already really late.” Percy really hoped he sold the lie off well. The moment he even vaguely remembered the fact he had a mom during the summer, he wanted to call and say he was ok. And that was during a massive quest, and he only remembered a single image of her.

They seemed to believe as they moved on, as Stevie said, “Percy, why are you fighting so hard. We all know you have powers, we all know that we can help you, but we can’t if you don’t let us.” Nat seemed annoyed with this, as her grip on the ipad constricted, and she looked in his direction.

Percy wanted to scream, “You call this ‘helping’?!. You took me to my own home, so what? A power play? A way of saying, ‘we know where you live, who you live with, who you are, who your friends are, and we’re willing to play dirty so come nicely or we'll use it against you?’ “ He hoped playing the innocent kid route would help him out of this, “I don’t have what you want, and I can’t help you. I’m just trying to get through senior year so that I can go to college. Is that too much to ask for?”

Stephon softened, “We understand this is difficult, and that it’s not comfortable, but you’re not in trouble. We’re not out to get you if you had powers. We want to help you, see that you’re properly cared for.”

“I… I’m sorry, but I can’t help you. I don’t have powers.” Even if the world knew about the Norse gods, they couldn’t know about the Greek. They weren’t ready, I’m not ready. Anabeth would know what to do. Grover would know, everyone would know what to do here. Maybe admitting to having powers was a good way of weasling out of this. Or maybe I would get dragged down even further. Everywhere I went, there seemed to be pit traps waiting for me to take one wrong step. The gods weren’t helping either. “Let’s say I did have powers. Hypothetically. What would happen?”

That seemed to get everyone to lighten up, ever so slightly. Once again, it was Nat taking over, “We would have you stay here, until we can assess what you can do, how you got your powers, who knows about them, why you’ve hidden them away, and help you master them.”

Percy paused in thought, turning to look at everyone in the room. The one thing he was surprised about was that, other than in the start, Thor had been sitting quietly. It was strange to see a god act in such a manner. All of the ones he knew would rather earth their own foot than let mortals take the lead. He didn’t know how to feel about it.

“What do you think?” Percy directed the question at Thor, just to see what he had to say on the matter.

“I believe this is on you Percy. I can not dictate your life, nor do I have much influence over the others.” Percy knew he wasn’t talking about the people in the room, but rather the other gods. It didn’t make things any easier for him and his decision.

Leaning his head back, cursing the fates, he looked at the group once more, saying, “I don’t have the powers you’re talking about, and I would like to go home now.”

The avengers looked unconvinced, but they also couldn’t prove it was him. The video’s quality was poor at best, and Percy had plausible deniability. With hope, he would be allowed to leave, with nothing but the memory as a souvenir. He hoped. He also knew the video was very damning, but again, he wanted them to just forget about it all.

After a moment’s longer pause, Nat turned to Percy, and escorted him back out the building. Down the elevator, and to the ground floor. “Have a nice day Percy. I wish you the best, and I can assure you, we will be in touch again.”

With a sign, Percy gave an awkward wave, and left to walk home. With luck, he would be back in time for dinner.

 

Tony leaned onto the table the moment the boy left. The conversation was strange, confusing, and draining. He hardly did anything, and yet it felt like he had just been part of a battlefield. The kid gave them both a lot, and yet nothing at the same time. It was clear from the start they were never going to get the truth from him, as loathsome as he was to admit it.

“So, the kid has powers, yeah? Thor, what do you know?”

“I… should not have said what I said. It’s not my place to say.” Thor seemed almost nervous, twitchy, after everything.

“But it is your place to share relevant info with us as part of the avengers.” Steve said while trying to keep a straight face. It would appear Steve was very bit intrigued about Percy as Tony was at this point. “Besides, we have a video of him using his powers, so why try to hide it?”

“I don’t have to disclose anything.” With that, Thor stood from the table, and started making his way to the door, “I have to go to Asgard, but know this, you should just leave the young man alone. He deserves that much.” With that, Thor left the room.

A beat of silence, “Is anyone else as creeped the fuck out as I am? I don’t think I’ve seen Thor that composed before.”

“I agree with Clint, that was a very strange interaction. I’m not sure what to make of it.” Steve added to the conversation, “Either way, we have to keep monitoring that Percy kid. Maybe we can get Peter to relay info to us or something.”

“Weren’t you just talking about how kids are kids and they could do no wrong, but now you’re saying that Peter should spy on Percy because he might be a threat, but by doing so could potentially put Peter in danger? Yeah, real sound logic you got going on there ‘Cap.” Tony threw at Steve.

Looking conflicted, Steve responded, “No, that’s not what I meant. I just… shit, that is what I was saying wasn't it? God, I can even keep my own morals straight.” With the start of an existential crisis, Steve took to leave the room, “Just let me know what you decide. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Tony was too taken aback from saying ‘Language’ to Steve’s answer. However, Clink had no qualms against it though, saying, “Damn, ‘Cap really does embody America, saying one thing, but going against it the next moment.”

“What did you guys do to scare off both Thor and Steve?” Nat asked as she walked back into the room. “I can’t leave you people for five seconds.”

“Hey, hey, it wasn’t our fault they both left!” Clink said, throwing his hands up, “They left all on their own.”

“Whatever. We have to figure out what the Percy kid is going to do. I don’t trust him yet, and I know he was lying throughout the entire interview.”

“So why did we let him leave?”

“Because, while the kid was lying, he seemed genuine. Thor seems to trust him as well, meaning he’s most likely not a bad kid. Besides, the video we have of him is him defending New York, and helping people get to safety. I can’t imagine someone like that is going to go around causing trouble.”

“But his records say—”

“But his records are of a kid being falsely accused or causing trouble the adults should never have allowed in the first place. Take in fifth grade, when the kid fired a cannon at their school bus. What kind of museum has loaded, ready to fire cannons, unsupervised, in easy reach of children. How was Percy to know what would happen? It’s things like that that make me believe that Percy hasn’t done anything wrong to deserve as much mistrust as we have given him. I do believe he should be monitored.”

Tony, thinking on the matter, decided that he had a phone call to make. “I think you’re right. I’m gonna call Peter, ask him about it, see if he has any insight on the kid. I don’t think I’ll tell him Percy might be dangerous, but I do believe he should know we’re monitoring him.” Before walking out the door, Tony turned to Nat one last time, “If this backfires, and people get hurt, it’s on you.” With that Tony walked out the door

 

Peter was sitting at home, working on homework so that he could go out and be Spider-Man, when his phone started ringing. Jumping to his feet, slightly started by the sudden noise, Peter panicked because it was the ringtone. The one he set of Dr. Stark personally. Peter was never called by Dr. Stark, and yet, here he was.

Realizing that Peter was clinging to the wall, staring at the phone, he jumped down, and answered the call. “Hello, Dr. Stark, sir.”

“Peter, what did we talk about?”

“To call you Tony the next time we chatted.”

“Exactly, so why don’t you try that greeting once more.”

“Uhh, hello Tony?”

“Not perfect, but better.”

“Thank you si— Tony.”

Peter could hear a sign coming from the other side of the phone. “Listen, kid, I have a… it’s more I have some info for you. It’s up to you on what you do with this information.”

“Alright. What do you have for me?”

“Do you know a kid named Percy Jackson? Tall, dark hair, scares, dark humor?”

“I do… he’s my neighbor.”

Peter could swear he could hear a slight ‘Fucking hell’ through the phone, but it was hard to hear, meaning Dr. Stark must have covered the phone with his hand, or something. “Don’t do anything rash, but we do believe that this kid has powers of some kind. He seems like a nice kid, but we also don’t know enough about him.”

“Percy has powers? Is he dangerous?” Peter was thinking back to Percy’s tattoo, and how, when he first saw it, it looked more like a branding than a tattoo. About his scars. The friends who had passed away. It could be a coincidence, or it could be nothing to something a bit more, sinister. With how Sally reacted to the tattoo, either she knew and didn’t want others to know, or Percy lied to her. The Jackson-Blowis’s seemed like nice people, but it’s possible that more hid beneath the surface.

Tony, hearing the concern in his voice, responded in a light tone, “No, again, we don’t think he means harm for any one. We have no proof that he’s done harm to anyone.”

“I’ll look out for him. Keep an eye out, see if he does anything weird. I’ll stop him if he tries anything.”

Peter could physically feel Dr. Stark rub his face with his hand, “No, Peter, don’t do that, call us, ok? This is not something I want you to deal with on your own. I already regret telling you.”

“Ok, I’ll send you updates on Percy. I won't let him know I’m watching him either.”

“Ok kid, just stay safe, and keep doing good. Do not intervene without telling us first.”

“Yes Dr.— Tony, I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you.”

With the call ended, Peter put on his Spider-Man suit, sent a quick text to May, and leaped out the window.

Chapter Text

Percy got home after the interrogation drained, and just needed a hug. As soon as he walked in, he could hear his mom and Paul talking in the kitchen, with Estelle babbling on about nothing.

"I'm worried. I just, I don't want to lose him again like last time."

"I know, I know, but he's smart, he'll be alright."

"But the note, he doesn't know if he'll be back. Monsters and gods he can handle, but mortals, that's much harder to deal with."

"Sally, look at me, if Percy isn't back by tonight, I'll personally go to Avenger tower and raise Hell to get him back. They can't just take him like that. I'll be alright."

There was silence, making Percy think that the two had pulled into an embrace, making him feel even more like shit. There I go again, making everyone in my life miserable. "Hey Mom, I'm home."

"Percy!" Sally was in the hallway instantly. "I didn't hear the door open." She pulled him into a hug, then pulled back, and light bopped him on the arm, saying, "You're late, dinner was an hour and a half ago."

"Sorry, sorry. Got held up. I would never want to miss the world-famous Sally cooking."

She laughed at that when she turned to pull him back down the hallway. Before she could get very, very, Paul stopped her, and pulled him into a hug. "I'm glad you're alright, Percy." Percy hugged him back with just as much fervor. "Now about that homework you said you didn't have time for..."

Percy laughed, "Paul, I'm sorry, but I didn't want to do the boring homework anyway."

Paul held a hand to his heart and in a monotone voice, said, "I am deeply hurt that you would ever say such a thing." Paul could barely get through his sentence before cracking a smile. "Now, come eat, tell us what happened."

Percy felt a warmth flood his chest at the welcome he received. His parents understood that a little lighthearted banter could go a long way to help cheer him up after something like this. He could control how he responded to their jokes, share his emotions, but out in the real world, where shit hit the fan every day, there was nothing he could do but duck and cover.

Once he sat down, Sally started to heat up some food for him to eat, and based on the amount of leftovers, neither Sally nor Paul had eaten much after getting home. Percy contemplated asking them to eat too, but wasn't sure how well that would go.

Placing the food, Sally asked him to tell her everything that happened, and so he did. He left out the part where they were trying to figure out how she killed Gabe, with hopes that they were trying to figure out if it was him who did it or not. That he might have some Medusa-like power.

“Percy, that's not… the greatest thing to happen.” Sally looked like she was considering throttling the Avengers to leave her child alone. “I’ll talk to them, it’ll be fine.”

“Mom, you can’t just talk to the Avengers. I don’t think you’ll make it past the front desk.”

“I’ll figure it out.”

 

“Sally, tell me when you go, I’ll help you break in.”

“Thanks Paul.”

Percy was getting whiplash from his parents' conversation, “Could we take a minute here. 1) How are you going to break into one of the most heavily enforced areas in the country? 2) What do you plan on telling them? 3) What makes you, a random person according to them, going to make them change their minds?”

“I’ll figure it out. Besides, I’m an author, I hear we have a way with words.”

“Percy, don’t forget, I spend all day grading and teaching persuasive essays.”

“Ok, ok, let’s say you do get in. Why do we need to talk in the first place? They let me go.”

Sally looked a little sad. “Percy, you and I both know that it’s more likely than not that they’re still looking into you. Thor knew you for Hades’s sake.”

Percy banged his head on the table and let out a growl. “Why can’t I just be a normal kid?” Paul rubbed his shoulder to help comfort him. “Thanks, Paul.”

“Anytime kid. I’m sorry you had to deal with this, we’ll figure something out.” Percy felt more than saw Paul turn towards Sally, as the two exchanged looks. “Leave it to the adults, alright?”

Percy turned his head to look at the two of them, before a feeling of guilt flooded his system. Due to his fuck up, his parents were paying the price. “Mom, Dad, I’m sorry for all of this.”

Paul’s face brightened with the power of a thousand suns, before practically tackling Percy in a hug. “Percy, don’t be sorry, it’s alright. This is what parents are for.”

“We’re here for you my little blue. Besides, we love you.”

“Love you too Mom, both of you.”

Pulling away, Percy still wasn’t sure why Paul was smiling so intensely, but it filled him with warmth to see him so happy. The dio started to clean up dinner, while Sally went to put Estel to bed.

“Oh, Chiron said he was going to talk to us about what happened tomorrow, which I expect will happen after school.”

“I swear to all things, that if this results in a prophecy I’m quitting Earth and moving to the moon.” Percy’s comment got Paul to snicker as he dried the dishes.

“That’s a shame, how are we going to see you if you live on the moon?”

“Easy, just come with me.”

“Ahh, of course, how could I’ve been such a fool.”

Sally came back, and the three of them quietly moved to the living room where they turned on a comfort show, and relaxed in each other's company.

 

Peter was actively walking around on his ceiling, trying to think of what to do about the newly developing Percy-Situation, when May walked in.

"So I was thinking that this weekend we could- What's got you all upset?"

"What? Nothing. Why do you ask?"

"Because you're currently upside down on the ceiling."

"No, I'm not." Peter crouched down to grab the ceiling with his hand, and then lightly fell to the floor, so as to not upset his downstairs neighbors. Then again, does him walking on the ceiling work the other way? Am I being a typical upstairs neighbor to my upstairs neighbor?

"Whatever you say, buckaroo." May set down some papers on Peter's bed that he missed previously, when she continued talking, "As I was saying, you want to go to the Aquarium with the Jackson-Blowfis's this weekend? Sally invited us, said they were going to celebrate Percy starting school with no issues, the poor kid."

An opportunity to know more about Percy. Could be good, could be bad. It's hard to say how it might turn out. The avengers did ask me to keep an eye out for him, perhaps I should go. "I don't see why not, sounds like it could even be a lot of fun."

"Alright, I'll let them know."

Right before May left, something clicked in Peter's brain. "Wait, did you say to 'celebrate Percy starting school with no issues'? Is that normally a thing?"

May looked conflicted on whether or not she should share the minute details about Percy, but decided to talk, "Well, Percy, up until high school was expelled from every school he'd been in. Most of it wasn't his fault, but still, his parents want to treat him to something nice to show their support for him."

That was... really sweet actually. "Nice. How did you learn this by the way?"

"Oh, Sally and I went on a lunch date while you guys were in school. She's really a very sweet lady."

"Ah, very cool. Goodnight."

"Night night. Love you."

"Love you too."

With that, May walked out of the room, closing the door lightly as she left. Peter, still in his Spider-Man suit after patrolling, got changed and slipped into bed, only to see the papers that Aunt May had placed there were his homework that he must have left on the kitchen table. Moving them aside, Peter turned off the lights and went to sleep.

The next morning, it was as usual. Peter and May ate breakfast, a quiet affair for cereal, and little chit chat, as neither of them were awake enough yet to deal with conversation. A quick call of “Love you!” was heard as Peter walked out the door.

It was here that Peter faced his biggest issue. Does he knock on Percy’s door, wait for him to come out, or just find Ned? Peter knew he needed to keep an eye out for Percy, but he also didn’t know how to feel about someone his age, in his classes, doing something like this.

While he was still stuck in his thoughts, the door opened anyway, and Percy walked out. If Peter hadn’t known any better, he would have said that Percy looked the same as ever. The average Joe would never know that he had been interrogated by the Avengers yesterday. It was almost scary how normal it all was.

“Yo Peter, ready to go?” Percy gave him a look, like she was trying to decipher why Peter had just been standing outside the door. or maybe he was trying to figure out my weakness as Spider-Man. It can’t be a coincidence that after disappearing, the first thing he does is move in next to the Spider-Man. “Petes?”

“Right, yeah, sorry.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “Right, yeah, sorry. Tire. Let’s go.” Great going Peter. Real smooth. Real unsuppicious. The two made their way to the bottom of the building, making their way to where Ned would be joining them. Ned, who as of yet, didn’t know anything. Ned, who was just a civilian, who had no training at all.

The walk over was awkward, as it would appear Peter lost all his ability to talk to Percy, despite Percy attempting to start one up several times. It was clear that Percy was trying, because he would ask Peter about things he had no idea about, like robotics, because he knew Peter enjoyed them. It was honestly rather sweet of him, since they had only interacted a couple of times.

Once arriving at where Ned would meet up with them, Peter became more animated, feeling better knowing that he had a friend with him. Was that a bad idea because Percy might be dangerous? Maybe, but Peter just needed more time to process the new information. Besides, he never let Percy out of his sight, nor did he let him be next to Ned without him to be in between them.

“Welp, I’ve got to go to class, but I hope you guys have a good day doing your nerdy shit or whatever it is.”

“Percy, like, 3 minutes ago you started quoting the entirety of Finding Neom, I don’t think you have anything to talk about.”

“Come on Ned, if you–”

“Percy, I swear if you’re about to say one of your weird half sayings bashed together to hell and back, I’m walking away right now.”

“Please, who do you take me for? I was just going to say,” Percy got this look on his face, like he was about to cause quite a bit of trouble. “If you can’t take the fish out of the water, why not cry wolf?”

Ned threw his hands up in anger, causing both Percy and Peter to start laughing, as he walked away yelling, “Those two phrases don’t even make sense in this context!”

It would appear, at least to Peter, that Percy was just a good guy, trying to get a laugh out of the people around him. Peter could appreciate that; it’s something he wished to be better at when he wasn’t being Spider-Man.

“Percy, seriously man, what the Fuck?”

“What can I say? He was asking for it.”

Peter just rolled his eyes. “I can see that. Either way, I’ll see you later in the Gym, yeah?”

“Of course.” Percy gave him a good-natured push and made his way to class, leaving Peter feeling something.

Confusion? Maybe. Anxious? Definitely. Out of his depth? Absolutely. No matter what, he told Dr. Stark that he was going to keep an eye out, and that was what he was planning to do. There were a few weird things about Percy’s past and circumstances that didn’t make sense, but that idea conflicted with what Peter was seeing with his own eyes.

Percy seemed to like making the people around him comfortable. Sure he was big and scary looking, but he also went out of his way to make Ned and Peter laugh, despite what Peter knew to be some stressful conditions, what with being interrogated by the Avengers just yesterday after the first day of school. Especially if Percy didn’t have the greatest track record of starting his school years off on the right foot.

Peter tried to brush the thoughts away as he made his way to class, but couldn't help being distracted despite liking his English class. Though maybe Peter could get more insight on Percy from his stepfather.

 

“Alright, class, please settle down.” Mr. Blofis called out. “Yesterday, I asked you all to choose one thing you did over the summer, and write a few sentences about it. Today, I want us all to present whatever it is you wrote about to the class. Think of it as a way to get to know your exercise, as well as a way to get used to presentations, as it’s an important life skill.” There were plenty of groans and sighs that were heard during the class. “Yes, yes, get it all out of your systems first; it won't change the assignment.”

With all that, Peter pulled out his paper from his bag. He had struggled coming up with a topic that fit the prompt; now he couldn’t talk about being Spider-Man, nor did he want to talk about his Stark internship. As much as he wanted to, it just led to more people calling him a liar and thinking he made it all up. No, it was easier to choose something else, which is why he chose to talk about his trip to Shenandoah National Park, a five-hour drive away from the city. May had to convince Peter for weeks that it would be ok to have a nice, quiet weekend away from the city, and being Spider-Man. She said that if the world didn’t end while he was in school, then it was right to take a break for the weekend.

Honestly, she was right. He didn’t realize how much stress he was under until he was given the chance to rest. The weekend was beautiful, with them sitting under the stars, roasting marshmallows over the fire, and hiking around. It was beautiful, and perfect, and would cement itself into his shelf for favorite memories.

“Peter, you’re up.”

Once Peter gave his presentation and sat back down, class didn’t feel as bad as it had before. He was just grateful he didn’t have Flash in his class. By the time everyone gave their presentations, class was pretty much over, so Mr. Blowfis gave everyone a bit of free time.

Wanting to make the best of it, Peter walked up to Mr. Blowfis, “So, what’s Percy like? I wanted to get to know him a bit better. Seems chill.” Is this what spies felt like? I feel like I could be in a spy movie right now.

Looking surprised to be talked to, Mr. Blofis turned to look at Peter, “Oh yeah. Percy is the sweetest kid I know. He can be a bit… rough sometimes, but he would fight the world for the people he cares about.” Mr. Blowfis laughed a little after saying that, as if it were some kind of inside joke. “I honestly think the best way for you to get to know him better is to just talk to him. You’ll see what I’m talking about.”

“Right, yeah. I just wanted to know how you felt about him, what with him disappearing during the summertime.” Peter felt like he had punched Mr. Blowfish in the gut based on the look that crossed his face before returning to his ‘teacher face.’ “Like, I’m just worried he might be a… full of trouble?” Peter wasn’t sure that was the right way of saying it, and based on the look he was getting, it wasn’t the best way to go about getting information.

With a frown, Mr. Blofis responded, “Look, Peter, Percy is troubled, yes, but that doesn’t make him a bad kid. It’s not the best strategy to walk through life judging people or viewing them as one-dimensional beings based on what you hear.” Peter could feel a pit of guilt forming in his stomach, “The best way to get to know someone is just to talk to them, and make your own judgement. I can’t really answer this for you.”

Peter looked away, “Thanks.”

Feeling worse about trying to “gather intelligence” or what he was supposed to do, Peter walked back to his desk to grab his backpack in time for the school bell to ring.

 

Peter was… acting weird. He was weirdly quiet that morning and didn’t really seem to walk to talk to Percy. Recognizing this fact, Percy tried to appeal to his interests, but it would appear even that didn’t work.

Eventually, they met up with Ned, who helped open Peter up a bit more, but it seemed that he was a bit more on edge than he was the other day. It was a bit funny, seeing as Percy was the one who should be more on edge. Though perhaps Percy was feeling better than he should have because he was used to being on someone’s death list, so while it wasn’t great being monitored by the Avengers, it also could’ve been better. He could be watched by Kronos, or Gaia, or Hera, or literally any monster one could think of.

Either way, Percy was slogging his way through the school day when he once again had Gym with Ned and Peter.

Hopping to get some answers, after changing, Percy met up with Peter. “So… you good today?”

“What? Oh, yeah. I’m all good. Yuppers. All is just swell.”

Percy just gave him a look. “You understand why that answer isn’t as encouraging as you might think.”

Flooding a bit in defeat, Peter just said “Yeah.”

“I know we just met, but if you need help with anything, just let me know. I’d be more than happy to lend a listening ear.” Percy went to ruffle Peter’s hair, like he might with Nico, or if he was purposely trying to mess up someone’s hair, but thought better of it. He didn’t know the kid well enough to do that, and even if he did, Percy wasn’t sure the kid would appreciate all that much.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, thanks. I’ll uh, let you know I guess.”

With that, Coach Wilson clapped his hands together, signifying the start of class. “Alright, Chitlin’s, today we will be doing Bamitton, so, if I could have two volunteers to help set up the nets, that would be great.” Not a soul lifted their hand or moved to help. Taking note of this, Coach Wilson scanned the crowd, then pointed at Percy and another kid. “You two, thank you for volunteering.”

Gym was rather uneventful. Percy’s natural reflexes helped him win almost every game he played, though Peter gave him a run for his money as the two faced off. Based on everything about Peter, Percy would have thought that Peter wasn’t the athletic type. However, Percy figured that he should expect the unexpected out of people after so many years of monsters, magicians, Greek, Norse, and Egyptian Gods, Avengers, mortal investigations, spies, betrayals, backstabbings, attempted murders, losing friends, Titans, Mother Earth, Tartarus…

The world was there, but also it wasn’t. The light was altogether too bright, and not bright enough. It was like he was stuck trying to discern why he wasn’t in Taturus, while also having a headache because of the fluorescent lights. He stood there, in the court, unmoving. Arms at his sides. Racket in hand.

The handle was rough, made of fake leather. It didn’t squish beneath his fingers, but he could feel it. There were two other people on his side of the court. They hadn’t noticed his petrification. They didn’t know he was turning to stone, like Gabe had all those years ago. Percy closed his eyes, trying to determine why he was stuck. Why did the lights hurt, but with his eyes closed, it was too dark. He was breathing. Or was he? It was hard to know, as pain was blooming in his chest.

A birdie was launched his way. The other people called his name. Or they called for him. They felt as though they were talking underneath layers of cotton. Cotton, like the shrouds they burned for the fallen.

A jolt of static electricity bolted through Percy’s body, as a light plink was heard next to him. Percy took a step back with one foot and slowly looked down to see the birdie. There was no threat, but Percy felt the adrenaline course through his body. Unsure what to do, or what to make of… whatever this was, he dropped his racket, said something about needing the restroom, and made his way to the locker room.

Percy slipped into the locker room and locked himself into the bathroom stall, sitting on the ground, his knees to his chest, hair in his fists.. Pathetic. I wasn’t even doing anything. All I did was think about different things. No one even said anything; it was just me. Why am I like this .

Tears slipped down his cheeks while Percy tried to whip them away, but they kept falling. Percy, desperate for a bit of comfort, hugged himself as tightly as physically possible, hoping it could mimic a hug from his mother. The feeling never came close, but it did help his body recognize that he was being protected. His mind was still attacking him, now noting just how alone he was.

In his panic-not panic, Percy never heard the door open, nor the footsteps of someone entering the bathroom, until he sat against the stall door he was nearing against. The slight movement of the door is what set him off that someone was there.

“Hey, Percy.” The voice, in almost a whisper, was borderline too much despite how quiet it was. The conflicting emotions, actions, and sounds were driving Percy insane, as he tried to convince his body that there was no danger. “I saw you looked a little… concerned about what you left and came to check up on you.”

“Are you up for talking?” Silence. Percy wanted to bring himself to speak, to say something, but since he started crying, it was like cotton had filled his mouth. “No? That’s alright. I can talk for us. Do you think you could know once for yes, two for no?

He wasn’t expecting that, but he figured, at the very least, he could do that, right? Percy gently, almost so gently it couldn’t be heard, knocked his fingers against the door he was leaning against.

“Perfect,” Peter called back to Percy. “Do you know what happened out there? What triggered this reaction?”

Trigger, Percy knew what it was. What it meant, but he couldn’t connect it to anything that was happening to him. If he did, then he’d have to admit that’s what it was. It was something he had talked so many campers through, but no one had ever walked him through. Not even Anabeth. He couldn’t do that to her. Normally, he found himself in the lake if it ever got bad. He hid. I’m a coward. Hypocrite. Just a kid.

“Percy?” Right. Peter asked a question. I needed to respond. What… what did Peter ask? If I knew? Of course, I know. How could I not? Percy once again lightly tapped the door. “Great, do you think you could let me in the door? I don’t have to if you don’t want.”

Yes. Yes. Percy wanted comfort, and as ashamed as he was to admit it, he needed a hug, more than what he could give himself. He tapped the door again.

“Ok. Do you think you could open the door for me?” Percy felt like stone again. He walked here, so why couldn’t he do the task of opening the door? He’d led the weight of the sky, and yet he could move one foot to his right to open the door. It was… sad. He was stuck, like a child again, and all because of him.

He must have taken too long to respond, because Peter said, “That’s alright. Do you think I could come next to you anyway?” How he was going to do that, Percy wasn’t sure, but he knocked on the wall anyway. “Good, ok.”

Peter slid on the floor, under the door, and sat next to him. Perfect, Peter had to crawl on the dirty ass floor because of me. “Do you want a hug?”

Despite everything, Percy nodded his head yes, and so Peter opened his arms and held onto him. It both made him feel protected with the surprisingly strong pressure Peter was using, as well as making his skin crawl with electricity that grounded him to reality. It was a strange feeling to have, as it wasn’t painful, but it was clearly a lot on Percy’s senses.

5. 10. 20. 30 heartbeats.

40 heartbeats.

Deep breath.

50 heartbeats.

Breathe in two, three. Out two, three.

60 heartbeats.

Percy was cooling down. He was slowing down. The world was being less. It was becoming more.

It was manageable. It was safe again, even though there was never danger in the first place.

Percy pulled away from the hug.

Silence.

“Thanks.” His voice quivered slightly, but it was better than the dryness from before.

Peter gave the slightest smile, “Of course. Any day.”

The two sat together again. No words were spoken. No movements were taken. Just sitting on the cold floor. Against the cold door. The sounds of class outside the room.

Taking a deep breath, whipping away the last of the tears, Percy said thank you one more time and moved to open the door.

The two moved in silence, Peter to get changed, Percy to splash water on his face to hopefully help him remain in reality, rather than… that.

Students started making their way into the locker room, letting Percy know class was over. He had wasted half of it on the floor of the bathroom stall. He made Peter waste half of it on the bathroom floor. He’d have to apologize.

Walking to Peter, Percy worked up his courage to say sorry while getting changed.

“Peter.” The kid in question turned toward him, “I’m… I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

Looking almost confused, Peter just shook his head and said, “Not at all, Percy. I don’t like badminton that much anyway.”

“Still, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, there’s nothing to apologize for.”

Giving a half-smile, Percy made his way to his next class after grabbing the last of his stuff. At the very least, his next class wasn’t very mentally draining, as it was Art. Even if his drawing was rather emotionally draining.

It was important that he got it right. It needed to be right. So, he used every medium. He would draw someone, not like it, and glue a colorful piece of construction paper over it, and redo it in a different medium. He would use pencil, then pens, then crayons, then paint, then water color, then a bunch of different colored paper to make the different people.

It was cathartic to draw everyone. After the mess that was the gym, he could feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness while making his project. Why is it the best idea to make a drawing of everyone he had lost immediately after……. Breaking down…… No, no, it was not. Was he doing it anyway? Yes, yes, he was.

Surprisingly though, he wasn’t sent into another….. that….. Maybe it was because the art allowed him to get his emotions out. Or maybe it was because he was out of emotions to give today.

That couldn’t be right. I wouldn’t care as much as I do if that were true. Perhaps another way of looking at it was that Percy’s emotions were so twisted, and hurt, and confusing, and lost that he wasn’t able to fully focus on any of them, causing him not to be overwhelmed by any of them.

The art in front of him demanded his full attention, for if he couldn’t give that to Sally, Paul, Estelle, Annabeth, Grover, Tyson, Jason, Piper, Leo, Hazel, Frank, Clarisse, Chris, Travis, Connor, Ella, Will, Nico, Thallia, Rachel, Sealina, Charlie, Michael, Bianca, Zoe, Lee, Castor, Damason, Bob and Small Bob, then what good was he. If he could pay his respects to all the people who had saved him over and over again, then there would be no point in making the picture in the first place.

He didn’t know if it was healthy or not to push away everything that had just happened or not, but it didn’t stop him from doing so regardless.

His friends needed him. They needed him to do better. Be better.

Chapter Text

Spider-Man was sitting on top of… whatever building, when he heard fighting coming from behind him to the right. Sighing, he got up and swung his way to the fight. The sounds he heard were a bit further than he was expecting, but that was fine. It was all fine.

He wasn’t stressed about everything. That would be ridiculous. What would Spider-Man need to worry about anyway? He just had to stop muggers, make sure not to use too much strength, it would permanently damage or kill them, investigate someone who he was beginning to think might not be all he says he is, and juggle school on top of all of that. It would be ridiculous. He literally had “Man” in his name. He couldn’t possibly be a kid who’s in over his head.

He came upon the scuffling he heard, two people fighting each other in the alleyway behind the dumpster, and out of sight of the street. Spider-Man was trying to discern if one person had been mugged, and that’s what started the fighting, but it didn’t seem that way. It would seem that it was more of a drug deal gone wrong based off of the contents on the ground around the two men.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that one of the fighters was on the skinnier side and was beginning to show signs of fatigue. Having taken in enough of the fight, Spider-Man swung down to deal with the stronger of the two first.

Webbing his fist to the wall, Spider-Man quipped, “Now I’m all for the underdog, but why don’t you tag me in for this one?”

“Wha– Spider-Man? What are you doing here?” The man’s eyes went large as Spider-Man had to duck out of the way of a fist he couldn’t see, but felt coming. “How did you do that?”

“Easy! I have eyes on all sides of my head!”

“Shut the fuck up! I’m just trying to get what’s owed. You have no place in this fuckin’ mother fucker.”

Spider-Man turned around to face his opponent, “Now, now, you wouldn’t want me to tell your mother about this later tonight, would you?”

The man rolled his eyes and moved to grab something from his waist, but Spider-Man webbed him before he could.

“I’ve contacted the cops; they should be here in two minutes. I also informed them that due to the nature of the interaction, it might be best to get one or both of them checked into rehab.”

“Good, that’s good. Thanks Karen.”

“Of course Peter.”

Spider-Man walked up to the man to ensure that he wasn’t about to pull out a weapon. Finding a knife, he took it.

“Yo, fuck face, you can’t just take that. It’s mine. That’s my property.”

“Yeah? Well, you lost that right when you decided to attack me with it.” Spider-Man placed the knife on the ground, out of reach of the man, and placed a vial of web dissolver next to it for the police.

“You can’t do that! I know my rights.”

“Yeah, then you know that the first thing the police are going to do is search you and take your weapons away. I’m just ensuring that they don’t get hurt.”

He moved to walk away once he heard the sirens, when the first man called out, “Hey! You can’t leave us here. I don’t wanna go to jail. It’s not right. He’s the one in the wrong.” When he said that, he pointed his unwebbed hand at the second man.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve done all I can.”

“I call bullshit! You already break the law by doing what you do. It’s why you run away. Why you don’t show your face!”

“Well, come on now? How do you know that I’m even a person under this suit? I could be a trench coat full of spiders in the shape of a man.”

While he was sputtering at his statement, Spider-Man climbed up the building next to him and swung away, right as the police pulled up.

“Yo, Karen, got anything else on the police chatter, or is it a quiet night?”

“It would appear to be a quiet night, Peter. We could wait, but it's getting close to May’s Curfew.”

Making a turn down an alley, Peter started making his way back home. Once he arrived at his building, he was coming at it from behind, so he landed on top, walked across the roof, and down the wall. Once at his window, he was about to open it up when he noticed the kid sitting with their legs hanging through the railing of the fire escape.

Spider-Man stepped onto the fire escape, causing a slight clang. The kid sitting jumped a little, like they just noticed him being there.

“Guh. What was, oh. Um. Hi, Spider-Man.” Percy said as he turned to face Spider-Man.

“Peter, would you like me to attempt to modulate your voice since you know him?” Unsure how to respond to Karen, he slightly nodded his head, “Understood.”

“Yup, just taking a quick break for the night.” Peter’s voice was deeper than normal, making him sound more like an adult, rather than the 16-year-old he was.

“Nice. I’ve water inside if you’d like it.” Percy gestured to the open window that was behind him. “I can’t imagine spidering about allows you to stay hydrated well.”

“Uuh, yeah, sure. Water would be nice.”

“Cool, I’ll be right back.”

Percy stood up and made his way to his apartment. Peter didn’t know if this was his chance to leave or not. Yet… yet, there was that nagging thought at the back of his mind, causing him to question why Percy was sitting outside all on his own, looking down. At the three-story drop. With such intensity.

Making up his mind, Peter sat down on the stairs, looking out at the city before him. Was the view great? No, again he was only three stories up, but it was still his city. Despite all its oddities, crime, smell, and trash, it was his home. He loved it to bits.

Lost in thought, Percy came back out with a cup of water and a straw. Rubbed the back of his neck, Percy handed Peter the cup, saying, “I didn’t know how you drank it. Like through the mask, or if you had to take it off, so I grabbed a straw.”

“Thanks.” Peter pulled the bottom of his mask out, so as to slip the straw in, but not let Percy see any part of his face. He was still questionable, but Peter wasn’t so sure the Avengers were barking up the right tree. “I appreciate the straw.”

“Of course.” Percy went back to his spot on the fire escape. “So, of all the places to rest, why here? Why not the Empire State Building, or something with views like that?”

Why did Peter stop here? Easy, he lived here, but it’s not like he could tell Percy that. “Not a lot of people around. I’ve got super hearing, it can be a bit much in the more populated areas. Ya know?”

“Sensory overload, got it. Who would’ve thought the superhuman would have very human problems.” Percy laughed to himself, like he said a joke that Peter was privy to.

“What about you? Why are you out this late, at” Peter looked at the time in the corner of his interface, “1:33 in the morning?”

“Ah, couldn’t sleep.” Percy rubbed at his eyes, “Well, no, that’s not right. It’s more like couldn’t stay asleep.”

“Gotcha. I understand that fully.” Peter had spent many a night trying to keep his rattling mind from going off the deep end, but sometimes it was like he could physically feel the weight of the sky pressing down on him as his mind played all of his failures, whether his eyes were open or closed.

“Yeah? Spider-Man’s not as strong as we all think he is?”

“Well, now, I’m plenty strong. I could hold something like, 60 tons. So I’d say, pretty strong.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but, how do you… know that? I feel like it’s not something you could just go out and test.”

“Well, yeah, no you’re right, it’s very hard to test.” Weighing his options, Peter wasn’t sure if he should be honest or not, ultimately deciding that there wasn’t much harm in it. “I had a building drop on me, and I had to pick it back up after it fell so that I could get out.”

Percy sat there in silence for a moment, just looking at Peter. It was getting almost uncomfortable, like Percy could somehow see him through his suit. “I mean all of the offense when I say this, but Dude? What the fuck?”

“Wh–what?”

“I can’t believe you don’t see all of the ways that’s fucked up.” Percy got up, and sat directly next to Peter. “How did it fall on you?”

“Oh, um, when I was first starting out, I was facing off against the Vulture, when he used his suit to knock down all of the support beams of the building, causing it to fall on me.” Peter started to squeeze his hands together, “I was stuck, for… a while.” His voice wavered off, against this will, “Anyway, I looked it up later to see how much the building weighed, so there you go.”

“Damn, sounds not fun. I had to hold the sky, but your thing sounds worse.”

“What do you mean you had to ’hold the sky?’ Pretty sure it can do that on its own. “

“No, you're right, I was just lost in thought, I guess. Either way, I’m sorry that happened to you.”

The Percy sitting in front of him didn’t seem like he’d be able to cause harm to anyone. He seemed rather nice, like a friend Peter had known for a long time, more than a stranger he’d only just met a few days ago. There was still something off about him, like there was this weight that was holding him down. A tiredness that reached further than bone deep, into his soul. It reminded Peter how he felt when he was desperately trying to get the attention of Dr. Stark after his first mission, like nothing he did was good enough.

“So, Spider-Man, you got a job you do during the day? Or is this it for you?”

“That’s not really something I like talking about with strangers, sorry.”

“Nah, I get it. I just figure you’d either have to work, or you’re sponsored by the Avengers or something to let you do the whole ‘Supermanning’ thing you got going on.”

That… made sense. “Why do you ask?”

“Small talk? Honestly, I don't know. Trying to keep my mind off of other things, I suppose.” Percy seemed to collapse in on himself a bit.

“What are you trying to keep off your mind?”

“Depends on the night, honestly. Lately, it has to do with your friends, the Avengers.”

“Yeah? What about them?” Peter might be able to gain more insight into how Percy felt about the Avengers, allowing him to properly assess if he was a threat, despite the inkling in his mind that says Percy is anything but a danger to them.

Percy turned to look down the alley. It was the greatest view, as it extended past the building they were sitting outside of, to the street, and the hotel across the way. There were some puddles of water on the road from the last rainfall, reflecting some of the city lights off the ground, but that was it. Just boring brick buildings, without a star in the sky.

“They… I met them the other day. They didn’t seem to like me very much.” Percy placed his head in his hands and rubbed his temples. “How much are you told by them?”

Peter could lie, or he could tell the truth. If he told the truth, then it would most likely derail the conversation, but at the same time, Percy seemed so tired and done with everything that it felt like a kind of betrayal to tell a lie. And yet… it would admit that Peter knew who he was the entire time, making it look like Spider-Man was actively keeping tabs on him.

Looking at Percy's face, Peter could feel that he already knew that Spider-Man knew who he was. A look of resignation sat across his face, but he didn’t seem upset. “They tell me enough. I know what they think of you.”

“Do you believe it?”

“No, I don’t.” Peter didn’t know how he knew, but he did. If Percy truly was dangerous, there was no way he would be here, trying to finish senior year of high school, making friends with people like Peter, protecting him from bullies, and talking to Spider-Man like any other person on the street.

At his words, Percy seemed a bit surprised, but a look of not quite joy, but content flashed across his face. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” Percy gestured to the now-empty water cup in Peter’s hand. “Need anything else, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”

“I’m alright. Thanks.”

“Of course.” A moment of silence passed between the two of them. “So, why do you trust me, but the big guys don’t seem to like me all that much?”

Peter held the water cup up, “Unless this has slow-acting poison in it, then I would say you had ample opportunity to fight me, but you haven’t. You’ve just tried to get me help, and an open ear.”

“Well, I’ve had practice.” At the tilt of Peter’s Head, Percy continued his thought, “With helping people, I mean. I’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember. First, my mom, then camp, Paul, Estelle. I’ve dealt with a lot.”

“Camp?”

“Yeah. I’m a head counselor at a summer camp for troubled kids. It pretty much saved my life when I was a kid. Made life a bit more bearable for someone like me who’s constantly getting kicked out of schools. I needed the stability, and I like to think I can offer that to the younger kids like… someone gave to me…. when I was younger,” Percy got a far-off look in his eye like he was remembering a fond memory, or maybe a once fond memory, but has since turned sour. It was a complicated look.

“That sounds nice. I’m glad you’re able to help people out like that.”

Once again, the two were sitting in silence, but it was more like a blanket that was pulled over them, rather than tension-filled to the point of tangibility. It would seem that their late conversation was coming to an end if Peter didn’t do anything about it.

Percy broke the silence first, “Are you going to tell the Avengers what I’ve said tonight?”

Would Peter do that? It’s not that Percy even talked about all that much in their short time together. In fact, what little they had talked about only reinforced that idea about Percy in his mind.

“No, I don’t think so. I think the most they’re going to hear from me is to leave you alone.” Peter ruffled Percy’s hair like he imagined May would do if she were the one out there on the fire escape. “

Percy looked at Peter’s where his eyes were, and it felt like he was peering through the material, through his eyes, to his soul. He must have found what he was looking for, as he responded, “That means a lot. If you ever need anything, anything at all. Don’t hesitate to reach out.”

It felt like a promise deeper than anything Peter had experienced before, like Percy truly meant anytime, no matter what was happening. Peter wasn’t sure if he’d ever had someone promise him something with such severity as that before in his lifetime.

“Of course.” Peter moved to stand up, but before he could, Percy Light grabbed his hand, so if he chose, he could’ve pulled away at any moment.

“I mean it.” and Peter felt it in his bones, as sure as the buildings were tall.

“Thank you, Percy.” With that, Peter stood up, offering a hand to Percy, who accepted. “I’ll be off then. You should try to get some rest.”

“Right, yeah. Sleep.” Percy crawled through his window and turned around, “Thanks for the late-night convo. Hopefully I’ll see you again.” With his goodbye, Percy closed both his window and curtains.

Not sure if he was listening or not, Peter swung around the block one last time to make it seem like Spider-Man left, and quietly entered his room to go to sleep for the night. As he slowly lost consciousness, he could only think about the way Percy looked, sitting on the fire escape all on his own, and promised himself that he would be a better friend to the kid.

 

Tony was blasting Nine Inch Nails in his lab, working on a new project he’d been thinking about for a while. If he could figure out a sleek way of comprehensive limb support for Rodney after he was paralyzed, why not apply the same technology to prosthetics? Plenty of companies were working on more advanced prototypes, but none were as advanced as what Tony could do.

He was trying to figure out the attachment point of his new arm, based on Bucky’s to an extent, when FRIDAY informed him of an incoming phone call from Peter. Looking at the time, it was 6:13 in the morning, the kid wouldn’t be going to school for at least another hour.

“Accept the call FRIDAY.”

“Of course.”

“What’s up underoos? Why you calling so early?” Tony did his best to keep any concern out of his voice. Peter wasn’t allowed to do Spider-Manning before school ever since May had banned it.

“It’s about Percy.”

Tony nearly tripped on his face with how fast he stood up, “What about Percy?” If Peter was hurt, so help him, he was going to commit a murder.

“I don’t think you guys have anything to worry about. He’s honestly a really nice guy.”

Tony blinked, processing the information, “That’s it? You’re not hurt or anything? He’s not in the room with you, is he? Say ‘I’m completely fine’ if he’s there with you.”

“I’m alright, Dr. Tony. Honest.” Peter’s voice seemed even, no hint of distress or anything of the like. “I had a conversation with him last night, and I just wanted to call you before anything else.”

“Oh, well, ok then.” Tony honestly wasn’t sure what he was expecting Peter to do when he assigned him to the job of watching Percy, but his sounding so sure after only three days of knowing the kid wasn’t really something he saw coming. “I’m glad you could make a friend? And you’re sure that he’s already?”

“Yes, Dr. Tony, I’m sure.”

“If you say so, I suppose. Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?”

“Not really, no. That was all I had.”

“Anything specific about the conversation you had with him last night?”

“Nope! We just chatted for a good while.”

Tony wasn’t sure it was the best idea to put a kid like Peter in charge of reconnaissance, as he was still a child and didn’t have the greatest track record when it came to who he trusted. Tony would still take his judgment call of Percy into account, but he wasn’t sure he should fully trust Percy at this point in time.

“Thanks for the update kid, now get ready for school.”

“Right away, Sir.” Tony could feel the stupid salute that Peter was doing through the phone before ending the Call.

“FRIDAY?”

“Yes, boss?”

“Inform the other avengers of this new info when they wake up.”

“Right away.”

Did Tony trust Peter? Yes, yes he did. Did he trust Percy, not really. Was it possible that Peter was wrong? 100%. While he was often a good judge of character, he was still a kid, so Tony was going to take anything that Peter had to say with a grain of salt before he was fully willing to believe the kid.

It wouldn’t be for another hour that everyone was up, or in some cases, done with their morning exercises. Walking into the Kitchen, with a reminder from Pepper to eat, Tony was able to chat with everyone.

Bruce was nursing a cup of coffee, while Nat made eggs for everyone, while Steven was preparing bacon, and Clint was in charge of bread. Tony would’ve helped, but he was banned from cooking when he somehow managed to pub the pasta while it was still in the water. So he grew up with a chef, and never learned how to properly cook, sue him. A few minutes after making it to the kitchen, a feast of breakfast sandwiches were being served to everyone.

“So, do we think Peter’s right?”

“Hard to say. He hadn't done anything since we confronted him. Clint and I have been following him on shifts since we talked to him. I’d say the only weird thing to happen is him almost spotting us once or twice.” Nat said, “The kid is highly perceptive. Weirdly good for his age.”

“What are you thinking?” Steve asked

Could be part of his power set. Sensing people far away would be rather helpful.”

The others nodded, in thought over the whole situation.

“He hasn’t done anything to Peter either, at least nothing that Peter’s told me.”

“That’s good, but it’s only been a week. Maybe he needs more time to set up roots.”

“Maybe he’s just trying to blend in. Like me after… yeah, after.” It was the first time Bruce had thrown his thoughts into the whole thing. Though, Tony supposes, he would be uniquely qualified to talk about the situation.

“How do you mean?” Clint asks.

“Well, after becoming hulk, I hid for a long time, trying to figure out how to control it all, maybe that’s why he disappeared for a long stretch of time. To figure out how to control his power. In the video, he seems to have remarkable control.”

Tony supposed it could be the case, and would explain a lot about the strange kid, but something didn’t feel right in the pit of his stomach.

“Unlikely. The Battle for New York happened before he disappeared.” Clint said. “I think they either manifested, or came before then.”

Bruce tilted his head back in thought, “If that’s right, then when did he get his powers? I think it might be related to that camp of theirs. I’ve been looking into it, and it seems a lot of kids with troubled pasts seem to be going there. Ones that are just like him.”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

Steve hopped into the conversation, “Based on Nat and Clint’s observations, combined with Spider-Man’s observations, I think the kid’s ok. If he was going to do something, I really think he would have it by now. I’m just saying,”

 

The bunch of them, Tony, Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Bruce, were all sitting in silence as they considered how they should proceed. The kids were confusing them all. If he was able to fly under the radar for so long, and seemingly hasn’t caused any major trouble for the country or the world. What trouble he has caused does seem to be more human than super-human.

“I say we just keep monitoring the whole deal, and see how it goes from here.” Tony says, and ugh, I sound like a real adult right now. “Right now it’s looking like Furry was wrong about this one the more we see about him.”

“I’d have to agree… with Tony.” Clint said, like someone was pulling his teeth.

“Sounds like a good team meeting everyone!” Tony said, standing up and clapping his hands, “I’ll be heading out now then.”

Tony walks out of the room, and down to his lab once more. He was so close to a breakthrough that he wanted to keep working. As he turned around in the elevator, Bruce walked in with him.

“So, how do you feel about all of this?” Bruce asked.

“I think it sounds like the kid needs a break.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. He reminds me of when I was in hiding. I didn’t know who I could trust, I didn’t know who I could trust, who might be looking for me, but most of all. Most of all I didn’t want to hurt anyone. If I thought it would be better for the people around me that staying hidden would help, then that’s what I would do. I think the way Nat went about all of this, I think I would’ve lied about having powers too.”

“You might be right.” Tony rubbed his eyes, “I feel like Fury’s trying to fuck us over with this one. Avenger’s level my ass.”

“Yeah… yeah.”

The elevator door opened, and Tony walked out to his lab, with Bruce following after. The two of them ended up working together for the rest of the evening, and Tony ended up having the breakthrough he was looking for.