Sorry for the delay, but life has decided that I had too much freedom, and that the only way to solve that problem was to overload me with homework and suddenly stick me in the Geo Bee. And have a car dome speeding down the crosswalk.

Anyways, in this installment, we shall follow our brave hero, Percy Jackson, as he takes a dip in the River Styx (or not), and while Percy is out risking his life, we shall see the Avengers pursuing their next lead.

"Percy's an idiot!" Annabeth muttered, the only thought on her mind being why she had a boyfriend that had the foresight of a fish - wait - oh yeah. In her next life, she really should just try girls and be done with it.

Meanwhile, the Avengers had returned to the tower, unsuccessful, and they were not happy about it. Except Thor. The guy's like a puppy. With lots, and lots of sugar. And pop tarts. And some more sugar.

All was fine and dandy, though, until somebody started screaming. And then everything was not so fine and dandy. Go figure. Quickly (or as quickly as can be expected when there are bulky men who have to squeeze themselves into skintight suits - or women), the Avengers suited up, and ran towards the screaming. Because that's always the most reasonable path of preservation, right?

When the Avengers reached the sound of pain, they saw something, unexpected. The blonde girl, the one who had a knife to Tony's throat? She was wailing. Loudly. And not at all pleasantly. Immediately, Thor rushed to her side, and comforted her, "Fair maiden, are you all right? What has happened to you? Has someone harmed a pure soul such as yourself?"

Between sniffles, the girl managed, "I'm no pure soul."

Natasha frowned. Somehow, somehow that seemed... familiar. Like something from a dream. Or - no - Natasha shook her head, the past was called the past for a reason, and there was no reason to dig up those memories. Or at least, the remnants of those memories.

"That may be, but someone has harmed you! And you must need the aid of somebody! My friends and I, we can aid you in anything that you may need, be it just a few days' rest, or a month's." Thor announced, paying no heed to his teammates' confused, shocked, and nervous expressions.

"Uhhm, Point Break, I kind of don't want a girl who stuck a knife to my throat living in my tower, if that's all right with you, so maybe you could find other living accommodations?" Tony ventured out.

"But it was only in self-defense!" Thor protested.

"Knife." Tony gestured, "Throat."

"It's all right." Natasha put in, "I'll make sure she won't try anything."

"Fine." Tony grumbled. "But only if she tells us why she's pulling an 'I just read a Sparks novel' on us."

"Good!" Thor brightened. "Now, Annabeth, what -"

"How do you know her name?" Natasha cut in, her suspicion peaking even more.

"Errm..."

"WE went to summer camp together." Loki answered smoothly.

"Summer camp?"

"Yes!" Thor replied, "Summer camp, where we learned interesting Midgardian arts, such as the working of the wood!" He finished cheerily, obtuse to the glances the other Avengers traded with each other. Loki in a summer camp?

Later, once all the people in the tower had managed to situate themselves, the question that everyone wanted an answer to, but never had the guts to ask finally popped up. "So, blondie, why were you crying and screaming your heart out on the doorsteps?" Tony began, "Like, I know that it means that it probably gives me a chance, not that I didn't already have one, but why?" Tony asked curiously, throwing caution to the wind, and making the 'blonde girl' stiffen noticeably.

"I don't want to talk about it." She replied shortly, as if the conversation was now over.

It wasn't.

"Hey, girl, my land, my tower, my electricity, my furniture, my food (They were eating Chinese), my answers. Now spill."

"My name's Annabeth." Annabeth said sourly in lieu of a response.

"I knew that." Was Tony's automatic reply.

Annabeth snorted in response.

"WELL, Annabeth, why were you screaming and crying on my doorstep? I mean, I think you're a tad bit young for me to have already rejected you, aren't you?" Tony asked bluntly, ignorant to the signs of Annabeth's tensing.

"Why? Why?!" She exclaimed, frustration seeping into her words, "Why must men be this obtuse? Why must they be so, so… so infuriating?"

"Huh?" Tony asked.

Natasha sighed. So did Pepper. So did Hill, who had somehow just showed up. "Tony…" She warned.

"What?" Tony protested.

"Stop being such an idiot." Natasha replied, blunt as ever.

"Yes," Pepper agreed, before turning back to Annabeth, "But you have to tell us why you were there, you know. Otherwise we'll have no choice but to give you to Fury."

Annabeth sniffled, before finally answering carefully, "Percy, my boyfriend, he heard what you people did," at this, she glared hatefully at the Avengers, none of whom (Aside from Thor) had the good grace to at least pretend to look sheepish, and continued, "He got angry, and scared. And desperate. He wanted to make sure that you guys would never be able to get to him, or his family, because his mom and step-dad are the most important things he had."

"And?" Tony demanded.

"And what else?" Annabeth snorted bitterly. "Because of you, he went off with Nico to do something stupid, and he might never come back! All because you just had to go and threaten his mom! Why?!" By the end of her little impromptu speech, she was nearly in hysterics, "Because of you, Percy left, and he might not ever come back again! How could you? How could you?!"

The Avengers were stunned. And in shock. And speechless.

Until Tony figured out that in order to speak, one must open their mouth, and then his mouth opened, "But… but it's not our fault, is it? I mean, you boyfriend was the one to do it, wasn't he?"

For that, Tony got a slap, a couple glares, and two pillows thrown forcibly at his head. "What?" He exclaimed, "I'm right, aren't I?"

"That's not the kind of thing one should be saying to an obviously grieving teenage girl!" Pepper hissed.

And Annabeth broke down into tears. Again.

Until, five minutes later, a boy who looked like a little elf, and a girl who could have been a model – wait a minute – those were the ones with Annabeth – ran up to the room from ostensibly the stairs, a sprinted towards the sobbing Annabeth.

"Hey! Hey! Annabeth! Annabeth!" Still the sobbing continued.

"Annabeth," The girl said impatiently, "Percy's alive."

Those two, magical little words stopped the torrent of tears, and the shaking of Annabeth's shoulders slowly receded, and she looked up. "He did it?"

Both of them grinned, "Yeah, he did."

Annabeth blinked, and smiled. "Did he tell you what he saw?" She asked, ever the curious being.

"Wait now," Tony cut in, "How did you guys get into my tower?"

"I hacked your AI," The Boy shrugged, "Was easy."

Tony became a little fish, and the girl took her chance to answer Annabeth. "No, said he didn't want to talk about it."

"Why?" Now Annabeth was confused. Percy was happy to talk about how she had saved him last time, so why not this time? Spread the truth of their love. Unless, no, Annabeth dismissed that thought. That was impossible. What if it wasn't? Her mind asked her, and Annabeth shook her head, ridding herself of the very notion that such a thing could have possibly happened. It was impossible, right? They were the very epitome of true love!

"No idea," Piper shrugged.

"Well, after he got back, he did faint, so really, he might have answered." Leo added helpfully.

"Right." Annabeth nodded her head. Yep, that's why.

And then, out of nowhere, the rest of the kids in Annabeth's group ran into the tower, the one in the lead – Reyna? Announcing to the whole world (Tower), that Percy had woken up, and was ready to talk.

"Wait! How did you guys get in my tower?"

The kids ignored him.

In the next chapter, we shall see what happens when we have highly volatile specimens known as demigods mixed with the toxic mixture of questionably skilled people.

And I have a conundrum, cause Percabeth is adorable, but I feel that the character were literally made for it. Which isn't cool. Like, at all. I like Solangelo, but Percico is precious. Ideas?