Chapter 1

NEW STORY WHAWhAHWhA! I can make you people suffer from my lazieness-ness. OKAy heres the chapter I own nothen but the words that flow like the wind across the starry night grass. (Don't worry I'm only slightly drunk.)

P.S I'm trying really hard not to put my southern twang in here, people tink it's hard to understand so I'm trying to cut back on it.

Percy P.O.V.

She continued to walk around before glaceing back at me, biting her lip and pacing again. I watched her do this for about an hour before actually walking up to her, grabbing her arms, and sitting her down on the couch. "Mom?"

"This is just like when you were 12 years old." She said tears running down here face.

"Mom? The only thing that happened when I was 12 was..." I look at her hoping she won't say what I think she's gong to say.

She grinned shyly at me, something I'd never seen my mom do before. "You're not the only demi-god in the family."

I froze and looked at her questionaly. "You're not preganent are you?"

"NO! No sweety that wasn't what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I'm a demigod."

I looked at her as if she had just grown extra limbs. "Who's your godly parent?" I ask hoping it wasn't Apollo or Hermes, because as much as I like the guys I don't want them to be my granparents as well as my uncles.

"It isn't a Greek god."

"So egyptian?"

"No."

"Roman?"

"No."

I thought about it a little more before thining of thor. "Norse."

She nodded.

"Who?" I asked.

She sucked in a breath before blurting out. "Loki."

I looked at her. I couldn't think proplerly. It was just my luck tht I was related to another evil deity. Mom looked at me as if she expected me to back away in horror. I gave her a shakey grin. "So almost everyone I'm related to is evil?"

She laughed. "I'm so glad you don't mind."

"I've seen a lot of wierd stuff. This doesn't really make the top ten." I looked at my mom trying to see if she looked anything like Loki. She didn't look anything like him. I tried to remember everything about him, I nearly chocked on my breathe as a realized I looked almost exactly like him. My smile, my eyes, my weird frown. The only thing I didn't seem to get from him was greasy hair and psychcotic tendencies. I look at my mom who had started to chew her bottem lip again in my silence. "So how did you find out?"

She looked at her hands. "He came here himself and told me. He doesn't know you exsist, said he wanted grandchildren and he woudn't mind if they looked like me." She laughed. "It was a lame attempt at a joke. After he told me to get out of the city if I wanted to live. Then he just left."

I looked at her all the tension from her shoulders had left and she was smiling. "You want some pizza? We could go to that one place that your new 'friends' like."

During the attack on Manhatten I had met every single one of the Avengers and made friends with them. (What can I say? I attract people.) After the battle I was offered a place in their group, I declind so I could stay with my mom. Every once in a while I would meet up with them at a cool little pizza parlor just to hang out. It usually happened every other week or less so their boss Fury wouldn't realize they were hanging out with a kid. (Why I have no idea. They seriously wont tell me anything besides the fact that he's bossy and likes to know everything about everybody.) I told them the next time I visited them I would introduce them to my mom. We were both excited about it.

We left after getting the text reading "Who is this?" from Tony. Our own little way of saying yes, be there in ten. We walked all the way over. I saw them in the building across the street waving at us. They waited outside of the building for us. I looked both ways before crossing the road, my mom only a few feet behind me. I crossed the road safetly before turing around after hearing a loud screech. My blood went cold.

A black car rounded the corner at an illegal speed not slowing for the red light a few feet a-head of sreamed jumping out of its way. I jerked around completely watching as the car sent someone flying across the pavement.

My chest tightened painfully taking my ability to breath away. The entire Earth went still, someone yelled loudly as the car continued to speed past. Every thng was going in slow person that was hit lay on the ground completely still painting the cement a bright red hue. People were crying and screaming. Others rushed towad the prone (still) figure in hopes of saving them. Someone grabbed my shoulders and pushed me towards the crowded area, they pushed me towards the center and when we got there onto the ground near the figure.

Her body had been pushed into a unnatrual looking position, though it was obvious most of her bones were broken. Her clothes were stained with her own blood in many places. Her hair had been turned a cherry red. I looked at her face which had found its way into my lap. She gave me a blood filled smile before coughing up blood, telling me she had inturnal injuries that included a crushed lung. She would be dead within minutes. She looked at the group o tight-nit people around me. "K-k-keep him safe. D-d-d-on't-t l-let hi-im go thr-through th-this alone." She looked at me again before reahing a hand up to cup my cheek. "Your your fr-friends will take g-good care of you, o-okay? Th-they'll help y-you get th-through this."

I felt my throat constrict. "M-mom?"

She closed her eyes slowly before opening them again. My breath started to come in short, quick gasps. "pealse. Please don't leave me. I-I don't want. You can't. Don't want to lose you too. Lost enough- can't. Pleas. I. It's not fair. I need you. You can't- just- please."

She covered my mouth with her hand, I noticed it was sticky with her blood. "You haven't n-needed me since y-you were a t-toddler. You g-grew up." she took in a shuddering breath. "You ne-never needed me, no-not really." Tears streamed down her eyes. "I." A gut wrenching sob tore through our lips almost at the same time. "I love y-you so much. I'm SO pr-proud of you."

She continued telling me how much she loved me and I did the same until she breathed in one last time. Her entire body went limb in my hands. I started to cry violently, the sky seemed to feel my sorrow and started to cry with me. Clouds filled the sky with their darkness and filled the air with electric energy. (Storm-bringer as my father? Thanks.) Someone put a hand on my shoulder trying to comfort me. I tried to throw it off but only got more hands in return. I sat there for hours crying my eyes out and letting the storm take and give me the energy to continue to cry. At some point the hands strained to hold me back as people took my mom away from me. Eventually one of the hands left and something cold enterd my neck insurting a liquid into my blood-stream.

I knew in a few seconds I would be asleep, so I used up the rest of my energy to scream the storm into a frenzy. It started to pound harder and harder until the rain began to freeze and become ice. The ice seemed to glow a bright blue hue and it froze everthing around me. Before blackness could comsume me I remembered Loki, in the myths, was half frost-giant. Meaning he could control ice.

...!...!...

Tony's P.O.V.

I watched Percy scream loudly. I hadn't realized the storm was caused by Percy until he started screaming. The wind had picked up and the rain came down at a dangarous speed. It grew colder ad colder before ice started pelting down. I looked away from him to look at the others faces. The two super spies faces were blank, but Clint's was cracking and showing pain, Thor's held confusion, Bruce was looking REALLY Hulk green, Cap was looking down understanding on his face.

I felt the ice grow harder until everthing stopped. The wind, the ice, the rain, the sound of Percy's screams, it all just ended. Cap bent down and picked Percy up. I noticed all the blood on his clothes, I didn't think any of it was his, not until I saw his cut up jeans. My eyes darted towards the are of the ground Percy had been sitting on. Shattered class lay scattered across the street.

Percy had bee sitting right in it, leading to him cutting up his knees and lower legs badly. When Happy pulled up everyone piled into the limo and we all sat in silence for a few seconds. Everyone glanced at Percy, his skin had turned a pale blueish color.

Someone cleared their throat. "What's going to happen to him?" I realized it was my own voice.

Nobody answered. I really didn't know much about Percy, none of us did. We had all been trying to get to know him better but personal questions seemed to be a bad topic with everyone. Natasha and Clint always said classified, Bruce turned slightly green, Cap sccowled, and I just led the subject elsewhere. Though Percy always seemed willing to talk about some of his adventures, he always seemed to avoid certain subjects. His step-fathers, both of them, his real father, the second war and what happend. Sometimes when we asked him things he would zone out and we never got the answer. Eventually personal questions were dropped for both sides. Instead questions about jobs and history were asked. What was it like to be a spy, a genius, a soldier gone leader, a demigod? As long as it wasn't personal it was allowed.

"Does he have any family? Anyone he could live with? Will he have to go into a group home?" I faintly noticed it was Bruce saying this. I looked around to see what everyone else was doing.

Cap's hands were in tight fists, his jaw clenhed in anger, the super-spies were blank faced, Bruce looked ready to go break something, Thor still looked mildly confused like he couldn't understand what happened.

"How." Bruce said looking at his trembling hands. "How could something so horrible happen to someone so...so"

"Innocent?" Thor offered.

Bruce nodded his head.

"The best people have the worst luck." Natasha said. "That's what Percy always says anyway."

We sat in silence for a few moments. My mind was still foggy from the events of the day by the time we arrived at the tower.

We took Percy to the infirmy and bandaged his knees and lower legs. We left him there deciding to take shifts so when he woke up, someone would be there for him. After leaving Bruce with him, because seriously if we chose someone else to handle Percy he would have gone Hulk on our-Ahem-faces. We all went to the kitchen to discuse what was going to happen to Percy.

"He doesn't have any relatives that we know of. He had is mom and that was it." Cap said sitting down in the closest chair.

"I could hack his records look for something about long-lost-relatives." I put in.

"Are we really thinking about putting Percy with a bunch of people he doesn't know? Make him stay with them? What about his secret, what's he supposed to do about that, tell them?" Clint snapped. "What if they get scared of him? Call hm a freak, put him on the streets. That rhymed by the way. What happens then? We can't just send him to live with people he doesn't know."

Natasha sat down beside Clint. "We could fake records." The room got quite. "If one of us is closely related to him, he'll end up

here and nobody gets suspisious, meaning Fury, when he comes to live here. We can keep him from the press until we or his 'relative' thinks he's ready to handle it."

"Yeah but who's going to be his long lost relative?" I asked.

"It can't be Clint or me. Fury already knows we don't have relatives." Natasha grabbed a piece of paper and started righting down names of possible people. She immediately marked out her name and Clint's. "Thor isn't even from here so he's out too."

"What about Cap? You could be his great something uncle." The joke was lame but at least I tried. "Seriously it would be a great excuse. We could say you were looking into your background to see if you had any relatives still alive. You could say you found out your mom had a sister or a brother and that led you to finding Percy."

He shook his head. "I've already done research on it. Had Fury help me with it." Another name was docked of the list.

"What about Bruce?" Clint pointed at the name in the middle of the list.

Tasha put Bruce's name to the side. "Who else?"

"What about Pepper? She lives here, right? We could totally forge some records for her. Then we wouldn't have to get too involved." Cap offered.

"Great plan, but what if she doesn't want to keep Percy? Are we going to tell her that Percy isn't really related to her or let her go on believing he is?" Tash asked.

"Why hasn't anyone mentioned me? I could be related to Percy." I butt in. Everyone looked at me for half a second before continueing.

"So we put Pepper on the maybe list?"

"Come on guys. Seriously why aren't we mentioning me?"

"You always draw attention to yourself. So if Percy was your relative you would announce it to the press before actually going to him yourself. Meaning you would attract people who are willing to use Percy against you, you would also subject him to the press, and who knows what else. If you didn't it would attract Fury's attention." Clint rolled his eyes dramatically. "You should really think before you talk stupid."

I snorted. "I have been thinking about it. Look." I pulled up Percy's birth certificate on my screen. "Under Percy's father's name it's blank, saying it's unknown. I'm just saying Cap, Bruce, Clint, and me are the only people who can be dads, unless we count Thor which we aren't. Clint wouldn't have time to meet a girl, Bruce wouldn't, like EVER, Cap's to goody-goody, and then there's me. I'm not stupid enough to say I did anything, but let's say I was. Let's say about 15 years ago I had a fling and that fling resulted in a kid, that kid was Percy. I would want to keep that under lock and key right? People, especially Fury, would totally believe I would do that. I wasn't dating Pepper then, so it makes sense. We could fake a letter from Percy's mom, fake a DNA test, fake a meeting with Pepper to discuse what to do with Percy, eventually come to the conclusion of keeping him, talk you you guys and Fury about keeping him here in the Avengers Tower, get him some training so he can defend himself, and BOOM! We got our alibi."

Natasha finished writing everything down while everyone else just gapped at me. "So are we decided on picking Tony?" She asked.

"Are we sure?" Clint asked crossing hs arms. "We got some pros, an easy relative pick, easy faking. What about cons? Danger for Percy being Tony's illegidament son, Attention from the press will be bad, Pepper? What will she think, tell her or fake until we get it past Fury?"

"Tell Pepper before we talk to Fury. Percy can handle himself pretty well. Press will be kept under raps. Anything else?"

We sat there weighing pros and cons for an hour before Bruce came in switching places with Thor, we told him everything, and listened to his thoughts but in the end we decided to stay with me.

We wrote a fake letter from Sally to me, got J.A.R.V.I.S. to film a fake reaction, got a fake DNA test for me and Percy, and set a fake meeting with Pepper."