"What is your name?"

"Avenger."

"That's not a name."

"It's mine."

"Fine. What are you?"

"Please be more specific."

"Mutant, god, mortal, what?"

"Mortal."

"Where did you learn to fight?"

"Long Island."

"There are no places that teach your style on Long Island."

"Yes, there is, you just don't know about it."

"Mom?"

"Home."

"Dad?'"

"Lost at sea."

"Step-dad?"

"Home"

"Siblings?"

"Half-brother, dad's side."

"Other family."

"Two uncles – dad's side –, five cousins, one is dead though."

He thought for a minute.

"One uncle on mom's side, never met him though, don't even know his name."

"Girlfriend?"

"San Francisco"

"Pets?"

"Two, a large dog, and a black stallion."

"Do you want be an Avenger?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Whatever you need."

"Why not?"

"Great. You need a name for the public to call you."

"I already told you, Avenger."

He paused.

"But if you don't like that it could also be Destroyer."

"What is your real name?"

"Perseus. It means Avenger or Destroyer. But if you call me that, I'll have to kill you. Call me Percy. Percy Jackson."

I've been wanting to do this for a while. Comment if you want me to continue.