Chapter 1: Coffee and teenagers

I look like a skater-boy, Percy thought. Really?

Annabeth had pointed that happy thought when he was sweeping his hair back and forth from his eyes. He looked at his reflection, sure his dark hair was long, and his green eyes stood out like they were glowing, but a skater-boy? He smiled and shook his head, he wasn't fond of the idea of getting a haircut, but he didn't want to look like those cool kids who head out at the skating park or something.

Shrugging, Percy shouldered his backpack and walked out of the bathroom.

He was in school, surprisingly he was able to reach his Sophomore year in Goode High, not even expelled, but nearly. He remembered orientation day when he sort of wrecked the band room, but it wasn't his fault in the first place, if that Kelly vampire girl never threw that drum at his head.

It wasn't officially the first day of school though. It was still August, and school started next month. Orientation was actually today, and they got to meet the new freshmen. Percy was one of guides for them, explaining what this class does or what that class does. He was glad he wasn't leading them to which class was which because in truth, he still had trouble finding one of the offices.

Percy made his way down the halls as the bell finally rung. He was glad he had a study hall last period, and the teacher never took attendance during that time, but he had to stay in school until the bell rung. He had to go to Camp Half-Blood that day. Since he was the new combat trainer in swords, he didn't want to be late for that one, especially if Mr. D, the grounded god, would scold him for hours and probably threaten him to turn him into a dolphin. Again.

The halls immediately filled with students, running to their locker and shouldering him to get to the door. Percy is what you would call, "the average student". He was no longer the student that flunked every test, but he had to admit, he did flunk more than he wanted during freshmen year. Goode High was a place recommended from his step-dad, Paul Blofis. Not Blowfish, Blofis. He worked as a teacher in the school, and even saved Percy from getting expelled before he even started. Again, it was Kelly's fault.

When Paul mentioned that it helped kids like him. The troubled kid. Well that was because Percy was ADHD and dyslexic, and in truth, the teachers actually did help him understand, a few things.

Of course there was the average bully in a few schools. His name was Matt Works: He was a Foot ball quarter-back, captain of the team and senior. He of course had the captain of the cheer squad, Marlene Gracelane, who in truth deserved much better than him. She was a strait A student, all honors classes, participated in even the dirtiest charities and hosted the biggest parties.

Just your average teenage movies girls watch. In fact it's really sad that everything in those movies is actually real.

In any way, Percy seemed to be the bully magnet for almost every school he transferred and got kicked out of when he was younger. He was the lucky one who got picked on for most of semester. He next to some freshmen of course, who got the worse pickings.

Luckily for Percy, it was mostly his mouth talking and no real physical contact, unless you count the numerous times he got shoved against the locker.

"Hey, Perky." Someone shoved him against the door.

Percy sighed as he stumbled once again towards the locker. Around him, the hallway started to silently get quiet, and he felt a few eyes starting to roam towards him. Matt stood in front of him. He and a few of his other jocky friends. Matt had light brown hair, strait nose high cheeks blue eyes. He was a good few feet taller than Percy and probably much buffer than him. He had this idea of calling Percy "Perkey" since he couldn't find a reasonable nickname to give him. Most of the sophomores in his class were considered "Softies" and the freshmen "Freshies." Its usually not until their junior and senior year the real world would finally take them seriously.

"I've got to go," Percy said, as he tried walking around.

"Off to where, Perks?" His friends laughed.

Percy raised an eyebrow, "Don't you have anyone else to harass today?" He asked. "Because unfortunately for you, I actually have a job to go to."

Some other people snickered around him, which made Matt's face turn bright red. Of course it was humiliating to know that an underclassman had a job at the age of sixteen, rather than a senior who couldn't even find a single job to take him in.

Before big and ugly could say a comeback, Marlene came in, walking through the halls with her chin held high and a smile on her face. Her black hair bounced up and down with her curls with every step. The kids parted, creating a walkway for her, like she was just to perfect to even touch. "Come on, Matt." She said. Putting a hand on his arm. "Stop pestering him, let's go."

He glared at her, and then glared at Percy, saying."This ain't over, Jackson."

As they walked away, Marlene turned around and smiled an apologetic look. Percy couldn't help but smile.

The STREETS OF NEW YORK (1)

Percy still could not believe the damage of New York that happened a few weeks ago. Something called the chitauri or something like that, invaded their planet. A group of aliens invaded there planet. The damage was greater than the war that actually happened in New York!

Almost all the buildings were smashed or some fell. Businesses went back up one by one, but a lot were mostly closed. Streets were literally pointing upwards as some were thrown across the block. Large chunks of rock were scattered around the area. Cars were upturned, huge holes and blast marks decorated the streets and everything almost looked dead.

A huge part of the City that Never Sleeps, had a place that looked dead.

Luckily, citizens were able to chip in and help in the rebuilding of the city. It started to thrive once again at a slower pace.

Percy balled his fist as he looked at the yellow tape across the street, where most of the damage was done. His mom and Paul were in that area. In fact, they were in Grand Central Station to go to an important meeting when the attack occurred.

These things were about to blow them and more innocents up like they were nothing. He didn't even know they were going to the heart of New York for a small trip.

Percy wanted to help, so bad. But Chiron said to him, "Other gods, other problems." They were destroying his city, while he was singing camp songs with his friends.

He was glad they were safe. But he was angry that he couldn't do anything about it.

He was probably being an overprotective parent to his own parents, but he made them promise to tell him to somehow contact him to the places they would go. They agreed, probably because they wanted to make him feel better.

Percy continued to walk until he reached the busy street. He was able to sight a yellow cab, put his fingers to his mouth, and then—

"Is there love between Mr. Tony Stark and an everyday teacher, Ms. Corinth Wajak?"

Percy turned. He found himself starring at dozens of flat screen TV's, each showing a dark haired woman sitting at a desk presenting the news. Interested, he took a closer step toward the TV's to get a better look.

"Ms. Corninth Wajak is an English teacher, working at a local middle school here in New York." The news lady continued. "Her class room was one of the first schools to ever get damaged from the incident that happened."

Percy smirked, yeah an incident. He thought.

"Upon hearing of this, Mr. Tony Stark had went up to her and offered to pay for all the damage that he and the other Avengers have created to the school. He later announced that he will also be helping to give in some money to repair the city itself. After that meeting, the teacher and billionaire have been seeing each other more recently than others would have hoped for."

Wow, give the guy a break. He only saw the woman for a few weeks, not years. Geez and they are already distinguishing him and a random lady as a couple.

The TV's then showed a quick clip of the couple meeting outside Stark Tower. A camera guy was able to get really close, while photographers flashed their cameras a dozen times. The lady was blond. That was all Percy saw. She was blond and slim. She turned her head to the camera once, and then turned back toward Tony Stark with a smile. He placed his hand around her waist.

"How will this effect Ms. Pepper Potts? A former lover of Tony Stark."

Percy whistled. No wonder they already distinguished you guys as a couple.

He looked at the corner of the TV and his eyes widened as he looked at the time. Now he was going to get turned into a dolphin. Silently he swore under his breath before turning abruptly and ramming into someone beside him.

"Sorry!" He exclaimed. The person he bumped into was holding coffee, sadly, and spilled all over the man's clothes. Percy wasn't able to do anything else, besides dig in his pocket, give the man about five dollars before going to the curb and whistling for a taxi.

One popped in front of him like magic. He gave the address and told the driver to hurry and that he would pay in advance. If he had the money.

STREETS OF NEW YORK (2)

Steve Rogers walked down the sidewalk. Making his way down the sea of people that came his way, he was surprised to see how much New York had changed.

The buildings he once saw in the 1940's were much larger and seemed to touch the sky. Lights filtered day and night throughout the city nonstop. Noise grew louder with cars honking, screeching and drivers swearing at one another. He heard and saw new technology that he never knew existed. It took him forever to figure out what WiFi really was. Including internet service.

Finally there was a TV with color on it, and the pictures were better.

What really caught him off guard were the people. During his time, Steve looked at those around him to be proper and elegant. Of course he did get beat up in different places when he was small by huge strong bullies, but overall, his time seemed more peaceful.

Now those days, no one would say "Hello" or "Good day" to any person walking by. They would keep their head down low or give you a stare. Teenagers use to be curious about their future, now there were barely enough to even know about a future. He saw them on their phones, or texting or on a computer most of the time. They even had some sort of ear plugs that would let them listen to music.

Being frozen in ice for seventy years could make a whole lot of damage. He just discovered what apps were on his cell phone, which was pretty embarrassing since he had to ask what they were in the first place.

He still wore old time clothing. Leather jacket, buttoned down shirt tucked into dress pants. He even had those large sunglasses and brushed his brown hair back to give him that sort of style. He felt more comfortable like that, to express himself and have no body give a damn about it.

Steve walked to his favorite coffee spot, where he heard that his "friend" Tony Stark, or as the Iron Man, flew over every once in awhile. The small café was only busy because of that appearance. Of course, he only came because it seemed like a little small place that seemed peaceful once in awhile. He also came because of the waitress girl who seemed to admire him. He gave her the impression that he was not looking for a love affair, though he wasn't sure if he would ever get into another one after Peggy.

He winced as he sat down at the outside table. Peggy, a name he wished he never thought of right now. He read her files, a long time ago. Most of his other friends had passed on but her. She lived somewhere in New York. He visited her home once, but never actually had the guts to knock on her door. There wasn't anything that said if she was married or had her own kids. Sometimes when he went over, he saw a Filipino teenage girl come in and out. Probably her helper in the things she couldn't do anymore. Steve never saw her face, since she sat by a window but her back to him. He saw her hand when it reached for something across the table and he gasped at how many wrinkles went up her arm. Sometimes the girl smiled, sometimes she laughed. He watched them play a board game once, and he wasn't sure if she was being nice, but Peggy seemed to be win.

Steve had her phone number, and actually thought of calling her. He did, only once though. But the girl seemed to be on duty. She said, "Carter residence this is Melissa. Who am I speaking too?"

From the distance he heard a croaked voice, "Who is it?"

He panicked and hung up. What would he say? What could he say?

Steve shook his head, clearing his thoughts. It was the past. It should stay the past.

"Hey." The blond waitress girl came up to him.

"Hello, ma'am." He answered, with his own smile.

He watched a blush creeping up her neck. She held her notepad and pen at the ready, her body swaying to the distant music coming from inside the café.

"The usual?" She asked.

Steve folded the menu up and gave it to her, "Yes, please."

"Coming right up, Mr. Rodgers."

He stopped her before she took a step. "On second thought, can I have it to go?"

The excitement in the waitress's eyes dimed. She was upset, but she was able to put on another smile and nod her head.

"Did you ask her out yet?" Asked an old man behind him.

That same old man who sat at the coffee shop every day, probably hoping for something to happen for a change, but never did an event happen to change his life. Even the chinturi war didn't do anything to make him bat an eyelash. For all that man knew, the Avengers never existed.

"No, sir." He answered politely.

"What are you? From the forties?" He joked. "I'm from the forties myself. I may not look it but women back then can't compare to women today. You're young as polite, just like men were back then. Now it's all lies and action they want these days. Ask her out, you may not know what might happen."

"I'll consider it. Thank you."

The blond woman came back, holding a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. He thanked her, tipped her and left.

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As Steve walked again down the streets to his home, his phone rang. Digging in his pocket, he stepped aside so as to not block any passers into bumping into him. He looked at the caller ID, it gave him a number. Then again, he had no other contacts beside Stark and a nick name for Fury, which was Eye.

He slid his finger across the screen.

"Hello?" He said.

"Hello, Rodgers." Said a female voice.

Steve sighed, "Ms. Romanov." He replied.

"So you do remember!" She partially laughed.

"Yes." He moved closer to the curb, as someone nearly tripped over his foot. "I doubt you called for a 'hello'."

"Partially. Fury wants a quick meeting right now. Nothing of significance, I'm sure, but he wants to talk."

"When?"

"Now."

"Where?"

"Barton is picking you up. He told me to tell you to jump off your building."

"What?!"

She laughed on the other end. "I was kidding. The original meeting place was suppose to be on the helicarrier, but it's too far right now and it's still getting fixed after the last incident that occurred on her. Barton was waiting for you by your house with one of those invisible planes, but now the meeting is at Stark Tower."

A kid stopped next to Steve and turned and watched the TV's behind the tech store window. It showed a newscaster lady declaring a new love interest for Tony Stark. How annoying.

"Tell him I'll be there." He hung up and continued watching.

Some teacher named Cornith was winning the eye of Tony Stark. He thought the media already had Pepper Potts as a match with Stark.

It then showed a short clip of the billionaire putting his arm around her waist. Beside him the teenager whistled and shook his head.

"How will this effect Ms. Pepper Potts? A former lover of Tony Stark."

Steve shook his head, not until he someone rammed against him. His coffee spilling all over his shirt.

It was the same dark hair teenager, with a skater boy trim, as others called it, who was watching the news. "Sorry!" The teenager yelped.

He shoved a five dollar bill into Steve's hand.

It happened in only a few seconds that he even forgot to blink.

He watched as the young man walked over to the busy street, putting two fingers to his lips and blowing. That whistle literally hailed four taxi cabs in a second, but the teen didn't even notice as he slipped inside it and went away.

What was that about? He thought.

It was then that Steve noticed the hot stickiness running up his shirt, and his coffee that was still in his hand but empty. He swore as he threw away his cup. He wasn't sure what five dollars would do since everything was so expensive. The kid was probably buying him a coffee instead.

He tried to cover the stain as quickly as possible, to no avail of course.

He trudged down the streets. He was closer to the tower than he wanted to, and it would take some minutes to go back to his place.

He wouldn't want to anger Fury.

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Tony Stark walked back and forth across the newly furnished room. In fact, it was the only room that was fixed on his tower. Windows decorated the side of the wall, showing New York and all its glory. A balcony where he could walk and suit up stood next to it. Marble floors went around the area, its huge vastness of the room made anything you drop clip.

In another room, there was a large table, with sliding doors. That was where Fury was seated.

Tony walked inside, holding two glasses of alcohol and presenting it to him. Just to be a good host.

The doors slid shut behind him.

He filled one himself and downed it in one gulp. He walked behind the sitting Fury, and looked over his shoulder.

"Who's Percy Jackson?" He asked, looking at a picture to what seemed like a twelve year old boy.

The data pad quickly changed to another picture, this time showing a picture of a young blond hair boy, with a scar running at his bottom lip.

"Who's Jason Grace?" He read the second name at the bottom.

This time, the pad shut off and a grunt from Fury sounded from his throat.

"None of your concern, Mr. Stark." He replied darkly.

"Oh, you're in my tower and under my surveillance." He said sarcastically, "You're a war hero and mysterious man keeping many secrets from me. Yeah, totally not my concern."

"Old files that are closed now."

"So what is it light reading?" He downed another glass.

"Sir, Ms. Natasha Romanov, Mr. Clint Barton and Doctor Banner are all here." Said JARVIS, "Would you like me to show them in?"

"Yes, thank you, JARVIS."

Natasha Romanov was the first to enter the room. She had a thing for black, as they would say, considering her name, Black Widow. Her red hair fired up from all the lighting.

Clint Barton came in with a dark shirt and jeans, looking ready as usual.

And there was Big and Green, or Doctor Banner, who wore a half buttoned up shirt and jeans.

"Where is Rodgers?" Fury demanded.

"A nice hello would have been nice." Tony complemented. He looked at his "Team mates". "Why hello their fellow freaks, how have you been the past few weeks? See how easy that was?"

Fury gave no sign of emotion besides annoyance.

"Sir, Mr. Rodgers has arrived. Would you—"

"Yes, yes let him in before one of our guest's hairs turn grey." He looked at Fury, "Oh, sorry." He apologized with sarcasm.

When Steven Rodgers came through the doors, Tony had to stifle a laugh. "What happened to you?" He pointed to Steve's shirt.

"Teenagers these days." Was his curt reply.

"Ah, I see. JARVIS, lock the doors and dim the lights and open whatever Fury wants."

He sat down and offered a drink to Clint, who refused.

Immediately the lights started to lower, and a blue and black screen appeared before them. It showed a picture of Corinth Wajak.

It was then that Steve was able to get a better look at her face. She had blue eyes, crazy blue eyes with a light smile and really white teeth. Her hair was so brown that it nearly looked red, and her face was perfect. Round eyes, slightly pointed nose, round cheeks and fair skin. Any man would want her.

"Corinth Wajak was said to be a local teacher in New York."

"Isn't that your new girlfriend, Stark?" Steven whispered to him. "What happened to Pepper?"

"Excuse me Rodgers, I'm speaking." Fury scolded. "As I was saying, Corinth Wajak was said to be a local teacher in New York. Problem is the lady doesn't exist. She was caught on footage about a year ago in a club filled with prostitutes. She was a dancer there. One day she took a man home, next day he was drained of blood. When authorities went over to the club, they claimed that they never saw her before. Tapes of her existence, her files and almost everything, seemed to vanish out of thin air. A few months ago we had another incident where four men were found dead drained of blood, and we saw the same face you see right now. This woman's files are completely clean. She has no record of even breathing on this planet.

"Earlier I sent Barton to investigate, but we had some… issues."

"What kind of issues?" Banner asked.

Steve noticed a slight redness coming up from Barton's face, as he slowly started to sink down his chair.

"Feminine problems."

"Feminine," Stark looked at Barton with a slight trail of amusement following up his eyes. "You had trouble doing your job because of a woman."

"Like you're not having problems." He snapped back, "How is Pepper holding on to this?"

"Pepper agreed with whatever I'm doing is… partially harmless."

Steve sat up straighter in his chair, "Agreed to what?" He looked at Fury.

Fury looked at the screen once again, and then continued. "After Barton, we had Romanov take a look at her. Wajak went out for a drink, talking to some sort of man."

"It was strange." Natasha said, tapping her finger against the glass table. "He looked… enchanted by her. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes looked… pained and yet desired."

"The woman was claimed to have no ID to pay for her alcohol, and the bartender looked confused as to why he even gave her one.

"That man went missing and then found in the alley way, dead."

"Drained of blood too, I'm guessing." Steve assumed.

"Yes. The reporters are calling this murderer some sort of Vampire."

"Next are were-wolves." Tony added.

"Take things seriously." Steve said.

"I take things as they go."

Fury continued, "So, we took advantage of the destruction of the city, and noted that the school was the first to get destroyed. Stark was later put in as a watcher."

"Yes and I believe she is enjoying the spot light like I am."

"So what? Are we just getting briefed on something that doesn't concern us?" Banner leaned on his chair, "Cause unless you wanted some sort of scientific advice or something smashed to pieces, and I'm no help at all."

"We want you to explain the blood loss from our victim. The others are just to protect Stark until further notice."

Steve nearly laughed, "I'm sure a big boy like Stark could protect himself."

"This woman is already the most dangerous on my list—"

"You have a list?" Tony asked.

"—and she was last seen with different men who all died in contact with her. I'm not even sure if Corinth Wajak is her real name. Now unless you want to put a dozen children in danger because of this unknown woman, I would like to take precautions right now. Meeting dismissed."

CAMP HALF BLOOD

"Try not to skewer any more of our heads, okay Chris?" Percy asked, giving back the twelve year old his wooden sword back.

"Yes, sir." He answered.

"And my name is Percy. Sir makes me feel old."

The kid smiled and then walked away from the ring. Some kids gave him high fives, while others commented on how close he was on chopping the teachers head off instead of the dummy. "Alright. Tomorrow again, and practice when you have the spare time. We don't want to have another Chris right now."

Some of them laughed, while the new ones saluted him before walking away. They saluted him, now that was funny.

"Yo, Jackson!" Someone yelled across from him.

Percy turned to find Clarisse coming up to him. "Chiron wants to see you."

Percy started to return the training swords back in place, and replace the dummies that were hacked into a billion pieces, "What for?" He asked.

"Maybe it was because you were five minutes late for your class, I don't know." She scoffed, "He just wants to see you, isn't that enough?"

"Uh, thanks."

He slapped his hands together, and then wiped them on his jeans.

Ever since the war, he and Clarisse had a strange truce formed between them. It's probably because they fought together and some sort of warrior bond occurred. It was only strange because she still seemed to want to throw him in a fire and watch him dance around or something like that.

Percy made his way to the big house. He saw Annabeth sitting in the corner, typing on her laptop. She came all the way from San Francisco and luckily was still on her summer vacation.

Her blond hair touched the sun perfectly, like the rays of the sunlight decided to become emitted from her. Her forehead formed a V shape cress, showing her concentration on whatever she was doing. Overall, she was cute, to him and only him. He punched anyone who would think otherwise.

It was never awkward when they started dating. They acted like friends most of the time, but they held contact more often. Like hand holding, or lying on each other, or practically anything that was like a friendly gesture but more. Of course, whenever he did something stupid, such as trip over a dummy, or run into a tree he would always kiss him. And he cherished that kiss. He never wanted to let her go, and nothing would ever keep them apart.

That time when she went missing, nearly drove him mad. He never wanted that to happen again.

"Hey Seaweed brain." Annabeth smiled. She closed her laptop and walked over to him, putting her arms around his neck and briefly kissing his lips.

"Hey Wise girl." He smiled back.

When they released, she held onto his hand as they looked at each other's eyes.

Something interrupted them however, a growl of some sort.

Percy turned around, and saw a stuffed head of a leopard. He never saw it before and he was sure it never was in the Big House.

Letting go of Annabeth's hand, he walked over to it curiously. He heard a sound, but did it really come from this head? It had to be impossible, it was already de—

The thing growled at him, and Percy jumped back.

Annabeth laughed as she took his arm and pulled him back toward her. "Chiron didn't tell me why that's here, but I'm suspecting that calling you here is half the reason."

She reached beside him and pulled out a bag labeled Snaugsages.

"What are Snaugsages?" He asked.

"It's like a sausage but—you know what? Don't ask that." She threw one into its mouth. The thing literally caught it and started to chew gratefully.

"Where does it go from there?"

Chiron rolled in with his wheelchair. "Don't ask that either. I'd rather not find out." He answered.

He motioned Percy to sit and then kindly asked Annabeth to leave. With a quick, "I'll tell you later." She left with a small pout.

Chiron fidgeted in his small chair, as he reached down to place a small book on the desk beside him. "You should have noticed, that we are missing our Director today." He said, folding his hands on his lap.

Percy never noticed Mr. D missing. He was expecting a call like this for a threat but now that they mentioned it, it was much calmer.

"He was grateful enough to leave a departing present." He motioned his head at the leopard, who growled and licked its lips like expecting Percy to be his next meal.

"He left us a head, is that some sort of joke?" He asked, "I mean, why… like that?"

"I guess Mr. D took pity upon the poor animal, and gave it to us to remember him by."
"So we have something else to annoy us, great." Then it struck him, "Why isn't he here?"

Chiron sighed, "Mr. D was called back to Olympus for some reason which I know not of. In any case, things will remain as they are, just minus a helper."

Percy had a feeling that this was not the reason why his mentor called him up, something was wrong.

"I'm sure you heard of what is going on with a man called Tony Stark." He continued

Percy sat back, "You know of this Stark?"

"I never met him in person, no. I knew his grandfather and mother."

Percy was now surprised. Stark Industries was one of the most famous businesses running around New York. If knowing even a family member, they were considered famous for life, but of course…

"Well yeah, I guess." He scratched his head, "I mean I saw the news today. Something about him getting a new girl."

"That's where I need your help, Percy." Chiron leaned his elbows against his lap. "Not all are what they seem to be for Mr. Tony Stark."

(Authors note: Hey guys this is my second fanfic. Actually I deleted my last one so make this my first if you want. I posted this one early because I wanted to thank all of those who helped me make it. I'm a writer in training, so I may be putting things too fast or too slow. My humor only goes so far, so I hope you don't mind that most of the jokes sort of... well suck. I hope you all enjoyed it.

Review are really appreciated right now, and I hope you enjoy it!)

P.S. I'm going to admit, I'm not a huge Avengers fan. I mean I am I just never read any of the comics or watched any tv series ever. Everything that you see is mostly based on what I saw in the movies. I did some research of course but I either don't get it or I don't know how to put it into words. I added some stuff such as Peggy's little helper.

You may also notice that I added a little of Jason Grace. That is still being thought processed right now. And I have to warn everyone, THIS STORY TAKES PLACE IN A SPECIFIC TIME LINE! That means, this is before the Hero's of Olympus even started. So I beg of you all not to push that much. There is only a 3 month time period I could do