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Chapter 1: Welcome to the Family
"Hail Steve Rogers, son of Hermes, the god of messengers, thieves and travel," Chiron intoned solemnly. The timid blonde kid at Chiron's side fidgeted nervously under all the stares he was receiving. His stomach did flip flops as a red-haired girl fixed him with a calculating stare, eyeing him up and down. Steve felt himself flush. He'd been pretty scrawny his entire life and having a beautiful girl evaluate his slightly... Lacking form did nothing for his self-esteem.
Luck obviously wasn't on Steve's side, as Chiron pushed him towards the girl while he stuttered a protest. He straightened up before her but avoided her eyes.
"H-hello ma'am," Steve said, extending his hand and trying to remember all the manners his mother had drilled into him. The girl just stared at his hand until he nervously retracted it, his face coloring further.
Chiron seemed not to notice the awkward exchange. "Natasha, please show Steve around camp and then to his cabin. Natasha is our temporary Head Counselor for Cabin 6 as the current counselor, Annabeth, is away on a quest." The girl, Natasha, nodded to Chiron and strode to the doors causing Steve to stumble after her.
Natasha walked at a brisk, militaristic pace, one that Steve could barely keep up with.
"So," Steve said, awkwardly trying to start a conversation. "What cabin is Cabin 6?"
"Athena," was Natasha's curt reply. Steve reasoned that made sense. Natasha looked both intelligent and able to kill him without breaking a sweat.
"Um," Steve struggled for another topic.
"Stables." Natasha cut him off, pointing to a building off in the distance. Steve could see unicorns and pegasi milling around while campers fed them hay and vegetables. Steve had never really excelled at caring for animals, so he decided to avoid the stables as much as possible.
He was yanked out of his idle thoughts as Natasha set off again without warning, forcing him to sprint after her. They trudged through the field for a while, Steve asking a few questions with Natasha giving short one or two word answers.
Their next stop was the archery range that the Apollo kids were currently using. The Head Counselor of the Apollo cabin, a serious looking blonde, broke away to meet them.
"Who's this?" He asked gruffly, eyeing Steve like Natasha had earlier. Steve imagined he heard a hint of jealousy in the camper's tone.
"New camper. Hermes," Natasha replied. The two then had a silent conversation, during which Steve grew increasingly uncomfortable, until they both seemed to reach an agreement and the blonde jogged back to the range.
"Er, who was that?" Steve asked hesitantly.
"Clint Barton. Head counselor for Apollo cabin."
"Are you two...?" Steve questioned.
"No!" Was Natasha's emphatic reply, startling the Hermes camper.
"Right, sorry," Steve said hastily, throwing his hands up in defense. Was it his imagination or were her cheeks pink? He certainly wasn't imagining how her eyes had followed the Apollo camper as he left. Steve smothered his grin in time to watch Natasha's form retreat at a rapid rate. "Hey! Wait!"
Natasha showed him the docks (Steve admitted he wasn't very good at rowing) and led him down to the strawberry fields. Apparently, the red head was beginning to relax as she started to use complete sentences instead of her usual sharp replies.
"These are the fields. We sell strawberries to support our income. You may have to work in the fields a bit, but it's not too bad," Natasha said. Steve nodded absently, more focused on memorizing the plant's forms so he could draw it later.
They trudged onward to a dirty building that looked like a factory and constantly spewed smoke out the top.
"This is the forge," Natasha began. "You can make weapons and armor-"
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" A voice yelled, abruptly cutting Natasha off.
Steve barely had a second to react before something slammed into him and he was knocked to the ground.
Seconds later, a loud booming noise came from the building and the very ground seemed to shake from the force of the explosion. Steve heard the groan of metal bending and smelled something vaguely sulfurous.
The camper groaned as he rolled over. Once his eyes focused, Steve found that what had hit him earlier was another boy about his age.
The other teen had dark brown hair and was covered head to toe in soot and grime. Despite that, he had a huge smile on his face and began shaking Steve back and forth.
"Wasn't that awesome?! Did you see how big that explosion was?!" The grinning teen cried excitedly, trying to get a response out of Steve.
"I- er- what?" Steve said, fighting the urge to throw up as the dark haired boy gave him whiplash.
Natasha inadvertently saved the shaken camper when she got up a moment later. "TONY STARK!" She yelled. The brown haired boy, Tony, flinched.
"Aw crap," he muttered, running a hand through his messed up hair. "Yes, Natasha?"
"What on Earth were you thinking?!" She demanded. Steve backed away from the one sided argument as Tony was forced to apologize profusely to the fuming red head.
"What did Tony do this time?" Steve jumped at the voice behind him. He whirled around to find another brown haired boy staring at the situation with an attitude of amusement.
"Uh, he blew something up in the forge," Steve responded.
"Really? Must be a Tuesday," the other boy mused. His eyes then flicked back to Steve. "Oh, but I don't think I know you." The brunette studied Steve curiously. Steve was starting to get sick of how everyone stared at him like he was a zoo exhibit.
"New camper," Steve said, forcing himself to be polite. "My name is Steve Rogers, son of Hermes." He extended his hand to the brunette.
"Bruce Banner, son of Ares," the other camper replied, shaking Steve's hand. Natasha seemed to be done scolding Tony as the two of them were walking towards Bruce and Steve.
"Bruce," Natasha said, inclining her head in greeting.
"Natasha," Bruce replied, a small smirk on his face.
"Hi Bruce!" Tony yelled, knocking the air out of the other camper with a bone crushing hug while beaming.
"Tony...can't...breathe," Bruce manage to pant out. Tony's grip seemed to slacken a little, but he still clung to the taller boy. Tony then fixed his eyes on Steve.
"Who're you?" Tony asked bluntly. Steve met Tony's eyes and realized the brunette was a lot smarter than he let on. He could see intelligence hidden under the other teen's cheerful disposition.
"Steve Rogers, son of Hermes," he said, introducing himself yet again.
Tony grinned at this. "The name's Tony Stark! I'm a son of Hephaestus! And this is Bruce!"
"We've met," Steve replied.
"As difficult as it is for anyone to believe, Tony is the temporary Head Counselor of Hephaestus cabin while their current counselor, Leo, is on a quest," Bruce said, extracting himself from Tony's grip.
"But Bruce is probably strong enough to be Head Counselor of his cabin," Tony told Steve. "He's the only one I've seen besides Clarisse to receive the blessing of Ares AND he can turn it off and on at will!"
"Actually," Bruce protested, looking embarrassed, "I can't really control it. It just happens when I get angry..."
"But the quest you guys were talking about," Steve stated, returning to the earlier subject, "Is that the one that the Head Counselor of Athena went on?"
"Yup!" Tony replied cheerfully. "Actually, a lot of people are on that quest! Jason Grace, Head Counselor of Zeus cabin, Piper McLean, Head Counselor of Aphrodite cabin, Leo Valdez, Head Counselor of the awesomest cabin ever, and Annabeth Chase, Athena Head Counselor are all on that trip. You could say we're a little understaffed at the moment."
"What's the quest for?" Steve asked curiously.
"They're trying to make friends with Romans and find Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon," Tony replied, beginning to get bored with the subject.
"As wonderful as making friends is," Natasha cut in. "Steve needs to finish the tour." They said their goodbyes (Tony pouted and Bruce waved in a friendly manner) and Natasha began leading Steve towards the armory.
"What do you prefer to fight with?" Natasha asked casually when they arrived, as if they were discussing the weather. Steve blinked.
"Well, I haven't really used a weapon before." Natasha sized him up.
"Maybe a sword," she muttered, beginning to sort through various blades. A glint of metal caught Steve's eye and he went over to a dusty table to pick up a large circular shield.
"This thing is huge," he muttered, lifting it and marveling at how light it was before tracing his fingers over the Greek writing around the edges. Natasha lifted her head from the dagger she was examining.
"That's an unusual choice," Natasha said slowly, staring at Steve with and odd expression. "You'll need a sword or something too."
"I think I'll be fine with just this," Steve replied with a slightly detached voice. For some reason, the shield seemed to just connect with him.
Natasha shrugged. "It's you're funeral," she said, leaving the armory while Steve strapped the shield to his back. They then started towards the cabins.
"You'll be in Cabin 12," Natasha said, pointing to a large cabin on the end. "The twelve cabins arranged in a U belong to the Olympians. The others belong to minor gods like Nike and Hecate. The unclaimed all stay in that cabin over there." She pointed to a nondescript cabin.
"Anything else I should know?" Steve asked, glancing up at his cabin.
"Yes. You're going to lose at capture the flag tonight," Natasha replied before leaving him standing in front of his cabin.
Not a minute later, a dark haired figure exited the Hermes cabin and strode up to Steve. It turned out to be a teen a bit older than Steve and grinning slightly.
"Hope Natasha didn't scare you too much," the teen said. "She can be a bit... Harsh at times. But where are my manners? My name is Phil Coulson and I'm the Head Counselor of Hermes cabin." He shook Steve's hand.
"Steve Rogers."
"Nice to meet you, Steve. We're actually going to dinner soon, so just hang here for a minute." Steve waited patiently as the rest of his cabin filed out and then followed them to dinner.
Hermes cabin sat at their own table and when the food came out, Phil explained how they made sacrifices to the gods. Steve shuffled awkwardly before muttering his father's name and dumping a large portion of beef into the fire.
"Hey, why are those kids eating alone?" Steve asked, looking at two kids who were alone at different tables.
Phil looked up from his food to see who Steve was talking about. "Oh, well the blonde teen is Thor, son of Zeus, and the teen with black hair is Loki, son of Hades. Sometimes there's another kid, Nico diAngelo, at Hades table, but he tends to disappear for long periods of time. I don't think Nico even knows Loki is here. Thor and Loki arrived at the same time about a month ago. It was huge at the time because the Big Three, Zeus, Poseidon and Hades that is, aren't supposed to have any children according to the agreement they made at the end of World War II."
Steve nodded but continued to stare at the two boys. The blonde one, Thor, frequently glanced at the other like a protective older brother would. Loki, however, just stared at his plate and pushed his food around with his fork.
"So what's capture the flag about?" Steve asked, finally tearing his eyes away from the two boys. "Is it like normal capture the flag?"
Phil grinned. "Yeah, but we get to use weapons," he said, laughing as Steve's eyes widened. "Tonight, Hermes cabin is allied with Hephaestus, Ares, Zeus, Hades and some minor gods like Nike and Iris while the other team is Athena, Apollo, Aphrodite, Dionysus and Demeter along with minor gods such as Hecate."
Steve gulped. "My mom did say camp would be a good character building experience."
A/N: Woo hoo and we're off on another fanfic! :D So this is yet another one I've started because the plot bunnies wouldn't leave me alone... I hope you enjoyed it ^_^ I was just wondering one day what cabins all the Avengers would be in and... this happened. ^_^'
Er, pay no attention to all the other unfinished fanfics behind the curtain... *sweatdrops* I swear I'll get to them soon... Maybe... :P
Anyways, please leave a review so I can know whether or not I should continue this fic! :D Constructive criticism is appreciated, but please no outright flaming! Thanks!