Hey, it's the Mythic Scribe, and I'm here with my first fanfic! On this account. Don't worry, I've got some experience. I thought that this would be a fun thing to try, though I'm not expecting many reads. I'm pretty excited, so here goes. Oh, and this begins after Civil War.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, nor do I own the Avengers franchise

Percy's POV:

Okay, so I know that we're supposed to be responsible for keeping the Greek world-our world, a secret. And uh, keep the clear-sighted mortals out of the battle and all. But it wasn't our fault this time, okay? It wasn't our fault! It's not our fault that we needed a quick escape from a tight situation with authorities and then hey ho! Someone just had to blow our cover.

Oh, am I getting ahead of myself? Right, here's how it started…

3rd Person POV:

"Annabeth Chase, huh?"

Said girl nodded. Before her was the Hank Pym. A mortal whose ingenuity and intelligence matched that of a child of Athena. He also might just be her employer, if this interview worked out well. Annabeth desperately wanted this job. Not only was it for a very big company, it was centered on design and architecture, though still very minor. But this would be her first job, and she liked to think of it as a stepping stone for better things.

"You're only eighteen." Hank Pym's gaze was part disbelieving, part annoyed. It was clear that he wanted someone older, someone that would've had more experience. He was thinking that this would've been her first job, her first designs, and he didn't want to hire a newbie, much less one that hadn't even been to college yet. She looked plenty smart, but still. She was only eighteen. Much too young for a full-time job, much less a job at his company. He dismissed her as just some hopeful.

"That would be correct. I assume that you doubt my competence because of my age."

The man sighed. "You can't blame me. I mean, college starts in two months for you! I don't think that you're cut out for this job. Maybe you should wait until you get a respectable degree, have a few projects, and come back. I'm sure that you're very talented for your age."

Annabeth's face remained stony. "You won't even look at my résumé? Or my credentials or grades?"

"Come on, I mean-"

Annabeth shook her head. "No, it's fine. I'll tell you. I'm going to Harvard on a half-scholarship and I'm enrolling in the architecture program."

gave an impressed nod. "That's pretty good. See, all you have to do is finish college, get a few jobs, then-"

"I'm not done," insisted the blond girl. "I had a 4.0 GPA, a straight A+ grade despite having ADHD and dyslexia. And fun fact, I've already had jobs. If you would look in the folder that you're holding, you'd be able to see my work."

The billionaire sighed. Whatever would make her give up and return home. He opened the folder to see tons of sketches and designs, then pictures of those completed things. They were beautiful, but ancient and so… Greek. Pillars and columns and temple-like buildings. Statues of marble, overviews and landscaping, with tons of algorithms and complicated ratio work. "This isn't half bad. Is it really your work?"

"Of course."

"Impressive," said Hank. "I'd like a more modern style though, and I'd hate to make you bend so much." This, Annabeth could tell, was a mini test. He was going to see how flexible she was, how adjustable she was.

Annabeth smiled. "I've drawn plenty of sketches that look much more modern. They're in the back."

He flipped through the papers, stopping on the first modern building she'd sketched. "It's not bad, little lady. This is like Chicago architecture. Modern and simple, yet intricate in it's own way."

Annabeth beamed brightly. Chicago was known for it's amazing architecture, so to have one of her own sketches compared to the beauty there was certainly a compliment. "That's my style. Clean and simple, yet intricate enough to make you appreciate it."

"Well, I'm impressed. This isn't just a small architect position, you know. This is also a job for being a building and architecture advisor. Sometimes you'll have to sell your ideas. Do you have enough confidence to do that? Charisma would be nice too, but I wasn't exactly the most charismatic person when I was eighteen either."

The daughter of Athena schooled her features. "I can do it. Just give me a situation and see how I handle people."

The person sitting across from her paused, thinking for a moment before remembering the party he had scheduled for Friday night. "Well. I'm having a party tonight. Here. I'll invite my partners and you'll have to convince them to hire you. Sound good?"

Annabeth's face broke out into a wide smile. "Perfect." She shook his hand before hurriedly grabbing her folder and rushing out the door, pausing only to ask, "Could I bring a plus one?"

"Sure. But only one."

She nodded, resuming her rush out the room.

After Annabeth had exited the room, the remaining person sighed deeply and shook his head. "The youth these days."

"Wisegirl!" exclaimed a delightfully surprised Percy. "What're you doing here?"

The two briefly embraced before Annabeth pulled away, eyes shining with exuberance. "The interview passed quickly."

"So is that a good thing or…"

Percy's comment was met by a playful slap to the shoulder. "Of course it is, Seaweed Brain! Why would I be this happy otherwise?"

The raven-haired boy smiled fondly at his girlfriend. "You got the job then?"

Annabeth shook her head. "No. But he said that if I managed to convince his partners, I was guaranteed the position."

"Who was your boss again?" asked Percy. "I remember that he was some rich guy that owns a big company centered on tech stuff. Tony Stark? If so, I feel really bad for you."

"Percy," chided Annabeth. "Tony Stark is a respectable man, despite his apparent lack of people skills."

Percy scoffed jokingly. "You're one to talk. Remember when you just got Daedalus's laptop? You were obsessed, and your people skills weren't so good either."

His girlfriend blushed. "Glossing over that… Well, he's Hank Pym."

"Oh. Yeah, I think I remember you going on about that guy… Something about fleas or something."

"Percy!" Annabeth half-jokingly punched said person in his shoulder. "Ants!"

At this, Percy burst out in laughter. "And I thought it was something cool." He smiled goofily again. "Ants huh? What, does he have an army of them to go fight his battles?" As soon as he saw Annabeth's face, his own turned disbelieving. "He actually can control ants."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. "He's a genius, Percy. His company is genius. Runs in his blood. He has a daughter, Hope. She's an important player too."

"So anyway… You have to convince some of his partners to let you on? How? When?"

She perked up at this. "Oh, yeah, that was why I came. He invited me to a party this Friday. He also said that I could bring a plus one…"

"I accept."

"I didn't even ask you yet!"

"But you were implying that you wanted me to come." pointed out Percy.

Annabeth shrugged. "When'd you get intuitive, Seaweed Brain? I nicknamed you that for a reason."

"And I named you Wisegirl for a reason, so live up to your nickname and kiss me because I obviously want you to."

'Wisegirl' blinked. She'd just realized that Percy was leaning in to her and had his arm around her waist. But she'd just blabbered on, oblivious. "Seems like we're both experiencing a slight lapse in behavior." Then she kissed him sweetly, breaking it off after a few seconds. "Now, I think I see Clarisse glaring at you right now, and the clock says four ten so… I think that you're late for training sessions."

"Aww…" he whined. "But I like it here with you."

Annabeth simply smiled and pushed him off. "There are tons of students waiting for their teacher right now. You're going to go teach. I'm going to go work with my cabin. Then I'll join you for dinner, okay? Chiron doesn't care anyways."

"Yeah yeah, Wisegirl. See ya. Love you."

"Love you too Perce."

"Name?"

"Annabeth Chase."

"Hmph." grunted the bouncer. He swiped his finger a few times over the tablet he was holding. "Press your fingertips on this tablet. Don't let go until it lights up."

Though hesitating at first, Annabeth complied, pressing her fingers against the tablets. As soon as it lit up, she retracted it. "I would assume that my plus one needs to mimic that?"

The bouncer grunted by way of answer. "Can't have anyone on the wanted list here."

Percy just shrugged and did as told. When the screen lit up again, the pair of teenagers-well, Annabeth already turned eighteen, so… the teenager and adult entered the official party scene. The area wasn't packed and the music wasn't booming like stereotypical high school parties. This was more like a business party. It was well populated, though not overly so, with snazzy suits and dresses that were businesslike and formal, but not yet reaching 'elegant' quality. Everyone looked important and the majority were holding fancy martini glasses. There was also a lack of people their age. Needless to say, the Greek couple felt out of place. Their outfits were okay, but they were still under-dressed. Annabeth's tapered white blouse and flowy black skirt paled in comparison to the other women and their dresses. Percy… well, he was wearing an untucked dress shirt and dark jeans. He would've felt out of place anyway. Not to mention his hair, which was pointing at multiple things in the room.

Annabeth was not ignorant to these facts. "We should've dressed up a bit more for this. Oh gods, I-you don't think that they'll judge us, do you? There might be time to go back and change, but I don't want to be late, and-"

"Wisegirl. Calm down. You look fine. You look professional. It's nothing to worry about, okay? Plus, some of these dresses are cut unbelievably high. You might rub in the fact that you're already an adult, but really. These dresses… they're too mature. I don't need you to seem even older, okay?" Percy smiled that same goofy smile yet again. "Let's not forget that your boyfriend's still a minor."

"Thank you," said Annabeth. "I needed something to lift my spirits." She took a deep breath and turned her facial expression to one of polite appeasement. (Hey, I couldn't find a suitable word, okay!) "Ready. I think I see him over there. Come on Percy." Annabeth set off in Hank Pym's direction, not waiting for her boyfriend behind.

"Aye aye, captain," said Percy. He then followed Annabeth to be face-to-face with not only Hank Pym, but Scott Lang, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Vision and James Buchanan Barnes. The Avengers.

"Ah, here's the girl I was talking about." Hank turned to the Avengers, gesturing to the blond girl in front of him. "Meet Annabeth Chase."

Wanda Maximoff was the first to speak. "You are… young. Younger than me."

"Not by too much. I just turned eighteen a week ago. Mr. Barton though… that's a different story."

Though Clint looked offended, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I'm not that old. Though I probably am quite a bit older than you, I'm not old enough to be your father."

"Almost. But that's aside from the point. I might be young."-raise of the eyebrow from Wanda-"Very young. But I'm up to the job. As I told Mr. Pym, I'm going to Harvard on a half-scholarship. I had a 4.0 GPA, despite my ADHD and dyslexia. Also, I've had an architecture job before. I brought the sketches if you would like to see."

"She's pretty prideful," commented Clint. "Let's make sure that she's not all talk no action. Let's see 'em kiddo."

Annabeth nodded and took the papers from her side bag, then handed them over to the Avengers.

The first thing that came out of Clint Barton's mouth was a whistle of appreciation. "These are… Wow. These are actually pretty good. Cap, you better take a look."

"Glad to," said the super soldier. As soon as the papers were transferred to him, his mouth opened, saying a silent 'wow.' "This is really nice work. It's so old though. Reminds me of something, though I can't remember what…" He snapped his fingers a few times to jog his memory. "Greek architecture. Temples and statues. It's a nice touch. Even in your more modern designs, they have a bit of Greek flair."

Before he could say more, Natasha snatched the papers out of his hand. "Okay, you can't have all the attention and opportunity to sound generous and thoughtful when you are anything but." She only flipped through the designs, but was impressed nonetheless. "Smart chick. Still, really, really, really young."

"I thought that out of everyone, you'd be the one that knew to not judge a book by it's cover. My age does not define my talents. The facts do."

"Yeah, yeah, so-oh hey." The Black Widow checked her phone for a second before typing something. "Apparently our friend Thor's visiting. He's going to come out of hiding."

"Thor? As in, the Norse god?" Percy disguised the nervousness in his voice by acting like he was giddy. Perhaps he could simply pass it off as fanboying.

Natasha and Wanda both narrowed their eyes at him. Natasha probably could see through the act, and Scarlet Witch could've read his emotions. Steve, though, was completely oblivious. "Yeah. Don't worry though, he's a really nice guy. There's nothing to be nervous about."

"Oh yeah, I can't wait!" Percy plastered on a fake smile. A pretty convincing one; he'd had a lot of practice after the war, and Tartarus, and the ever persistent nightmares. "If you'll excuse me, nature calls." He turned around to spell the letters I and M to Annabeth.

Realizing what he was doing, Annabeth whispered. "Thalia and Jason, Lou Ellen, Nico, Hazel, Hypnos cabin."

After Percy had left to 'take care of business,' Sam spoke up. "You're a pretty smart kid, Annabeth. But why do you want to go after this job?"

Annabeth smiled on the inside. She was prepared for this question. "I'm a dreamer. My biggest dream is to build something permanent. I see a lot of things as simply a stepping stool to that dream. But what I also want is to make a difference in the world. Revolutionize architecture. Perhaps make my influence my permanent mark on the world. Not only is Pym Industries a big step in the right direction, it might even be my final destination. I could be known forever as the architect behind all of the Pym Industries buildings. I could be known forever as the brilliant mind behind the image of a company that changed the world. Truthfully, it's more a stepping stone than the final destination, but really. I see Pym Industries as an opportunity to achieve my dream."

Natasha nodded in approval. "Note to self: Annabeth is skilled at making up monologues on the go. Like the Captain."

Said Captain just shrugged, accepting the comment as true.

"It's a good thing though," said Scott. "It's why I became a superhero, an Avenger. My dream is to see my daughter again, to see her grow up well. The first part's already done, my ex finally sees me fit to raise a daughter. Now I just need to fulfill the second part of the wish. I like this girl."

"For good reason too." Piped up a voice from behind Annabeth. It seemed that Percy had returned from his 'bathroom break' already. He slung an arm around her shoulders. "She's amazing. She's a genius. Also, she's the reason I even got into a college."

Before any of the Avengers could voice their doubts about Percy, Annabeth rolled her eyes and said, "Percy…" She shoved him a little harder than was necessary, then resumed. "We dealt with the dyslexia. We dealt with the ADHD. Plus, how could any school resist your swimming skills? Adelphi couldn't."

"About you, Wisegirl. About you."

"Oh right, yeah, so-"

All of a sudden, there was a loud thump from the ceiling. Bits and pieces of plaster rained down on people hanging out in the middle of the room. Thankfully, the Avengers were situated away from that place.

Natasha looked very amused. "Well friends, it looks like our pal Thor is here! Time to really start this party! Hey you!" She caught the eye of a young bartender. "Yeah, you! Shots for all of us! Wait, except the two kiddos! Too young."

"Got it!" Within a minute, all of the Avengers had drinks in their hands. One was floating in the air, courtesy of Scarlet Witch.

Unlike the Avengers, who were all joyful and merry, Percy and Annabeth were scared out of their minds. "We have to go." insisted Annabeth. "You already have my contact information, so get back to me soon."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" asked Steve Rogers. "Percy, you seemed really excited about meeting Thor."

"No, no, we're good, now we need to-"

Thor's booming voice rang out sharply. "I have arrived!"

Sam placed a hand on each of the demigods' shoulders. "Nah, stick around. It's not every day that you get to meet a Norse god."

"Greetings, Avengers. New recruits. And… you." At the last word, Thor's voice hardened and his eyes very narrowed in distrust. "You have no right to be here."

"Listen, Lord Odinson, if you really want to duel now, I'd prefer for innocents to be out."

Thor was momentarily stumped, before remembering a certain recruit that was very good at persuasion. "Witch."

A flash of scarlet later, the other people in the room were walking out, suddenly having the nerd to be somewhere else. "Done."

"Now, demigods. Father said to never trust a Greek. Spawn of them, are you? Father Odin said that there was one day where I'd have to face you."

Though they all looked confused, it was the Captain who voiced his inquiries. "Thor, they're just kids. Why are you so suspicious?"

"They're dangerous," stated the Norse god, voice thunderous as the element he wielded. "Let me dispatch of them. Stay back." Not waiting for the others to respond, Thor advanced quickly, striking the hammer down.

"Thor!" cried Wanda. She was about to use her powers when the Avengers realized that Thor had hit thin air. Percy and Annabeth had each rolled in different directions, each brandishing weapons. Percy had Riptide in sword form while Annabeth held two knives. One was the celestial bronze one she'd gotten back from her mother while battling Ptolemy. The other was simple metal. It was unfortunate that the Avengers had interacted with Thor, for that was the reason that unchanged Mist wouldn't work on them.

Thor started attacking Annabeth first, believing her to be the weaker one. He threw punches, all of which Annabeth dodged around. At his first hammer strike, he was met with two blades. Percy's Riptide and Annabeth's celestial bronze dagger. Thor, like the rest of Avengers, was shocked. Normal mortals would have a hard time holding him back with a chainsaw, yet these two kids were holding the weapon at bay. Shaking it off, the god changed his fighting style, less brawn, more swiftness. The demigods weren't fazed. They'd fought by each other's side for years now, and they knew what to do so they could set up attacks for the other person. Percy would hold him at bay while Annabeth ducked in, usually wearing her Yankees cap. The two didn't worry about Thor's injuries much. He was a god, so they used full force. Immortal deities didn't go down easily.

The Avengers weren't quite sure if they should join the battle. One one hand, they could support their fellow Avenger, but they didn't have the heart to fight people so young. They could also support Percy and Annabeth, but Thor was their teammate. So they decided to stay out of it, and see where it went.

There were two key points in the battle. The first was when Thor suddenly found his hammer wrenched out of his hand, into the hands of one Hazel Levesque. Apparently, she was worthy. Thor and Hazel worked a battle of powers, each straining to either get the weapon, or keep it on their side. Inevitably, Thor won, but not before the demigod duo landed quite a few blows on him. After the retrieval of Mjolnir, they themselves had to stand quite a beating. Though Hazel was there too, and she wasn't bad with a gladius.

The second key point was when Thor decided to use his lightning powers. He'd raised Mjolnir up, and channeled lightning from the sky, frying a hole in the ceiling too. Just as he was about to send a bolt of lightning at the half-bloods, something happened that made the Avengers join in, against the demigods. A lightning bolt struck Thor. He wasn't too hurt, of course, he was the Norse god of lightning. But it did do a good amount of damage. As he looked to his left, he saw two people. Later, he would learn that their names were Thalia and Jason Grace.

"I don't think that these guys are actually normal kids," said Captain America in a low voice. "We need to neutralize the threat.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Maybe we should change your superhero name to Captain Obvious instead. They do need to be subdued though."

"Ready your weapons, Avengers." The captain himself took out his shield while the others readied their weapons. "Let's go!"

And so they rushed into battle. Though they didn't engage with demigods, but an army of skeletons, and leading them, a pale boy by the name of Nico di Angelo. When one Wanda Maximoff started to take them apart, she doubled over in pain. Standing a few feet away, eyes twinkling, was Lou Ellen.

"Vision, Wanda, take care of this girl. Sam, skeletons-"

"Great. Skeletons. Thanks Cap." Despite these words, Sam Wilson grabbed a candelabra and started to hack away at the undead soldiers.

"Hawkeye, take the archer girl and the blonde guy. Natasha, you go help Thor. Scott, you get Hank out. James, come with me. We're taking out the African American girl. Avengers, attack!"

After the word attack was uttered, the Avengers set off on their tasks. Vision and Wanda were fighting Lou Ellen, who was winning by a nose length. "You might be powerful," said Lou, "but my mother is the goddess of magic." Another mental battle. "You can't beat me, witch!" That pushed Wanda over the edge, just before Vision slammed into Lou Ellen. When she took a swing using her dagger, it passed through the body, giving Vision just enough time to slip into her body and try to take over. The two had an extreme battle of wills and minds. Both were also incapacitated for the moment.

Hawkeye was losing big time. He'd never missed a shot, but neither did the girl. Every time he let an arrow loose, the girl shot an arrow to follow, snapping the one he'd shot in half. Meanwhile, the boy was flying around, sending very weak zaps of electricity at Clint. They didn't want to hurt him more than was necessary.

Captain America and Bucky were having the worst time out of all the Avengers. They were the absolute worst pairing for the girl who could control metals. Before long, she had Captain America's famous shield in her hands, not to mention Bucky's new metal arm at her feet.

Sam was having the best time. He cut through the skeletons well, even though Nico tried in vain to reassemble them afterwards. The Avenger still didn't break a sweat, though Nico was looking tired.

Oh right, there was one more key point. The Hypnos cabin. One demigod could just put a few people to sleep, but the whole cabin? Their mere presence caused the whole room to sleep. Luckily, smelling salts were at the ready for their demigod friends.

Annabeth was worried. "This did not go well. I really need this job, and no way are they going to accept me if they've seen us use our powers."

"Don't worry, Wisegirl. I'm sure that Lou can do some memory work, right?"

The girl in question nodded. "I can do it. Jason, could you go find Ant-man and Hank Pym for me?" She started to extract the memories, one by one, placing her hand on the shoulder of each Avenger. She always had to whisper Ανάκτηση αναμνήσεις, retrieve memories. Then, she would say, "Ανάκτηση αναμνήσεις," praise Hecate. This magic wasn't coming from nowhere.

By the time she finished, it'd been half an hour. Jason had returned with the two people ten minutes prior. Satisfied, she repeated her actions with the two people there. "Done."

Annabeth sighed in relief. "Thanks, everyone. Nico, could you?"

The son of Hades nodded. As everyone joined hands, he shadow traveled them back to camp. "Is it okay if you guys stay here for the night?" he asked.

"We'll be fine," reassured Percy. "Just like old times, huh, Wisegirl?"

"You can bet, Seaweed Brain. Just like old times."

And there's the first chapter! Just a warning, I might not always make the chapters this long. Or maybe I will. Minimum is 1500, maximum is 5000. I don't usually go out of that range. It's a pretty large range, but it's better than nothing. Hope you like it! Review please, and follow to know when the next update is coming. I don't have a clear cut schedule.