A/N- Hey guys new story! I haven't given up on the others, but I have very time consuming things going on right now. I hope you like this new story!

Chapter 1

I stopped outside an old looking bookstore. Maybe a good book was in this one. After searching through many of the book stores in Manhattan, I haven't come across a book that really intrigued me. Charms above the door rattled as the door opened, signaling my entry to the store. An older looking lady came out of the back of the store.

"Can I help you, sir? Is there anything specific that you're looking for?" Her questions seemed to ask more, as her paling blonde hair swept over her shoulder.

"No, ma'am, I've actually been looking for a book, or even a set of books that would be interesting, but so far, nothing's really seemed good enough."

"I might have something you are looking for. I found my old boyfriend's journals, and said they were books, and they ended up getting published. If you want them, they're yours, free of charge." Her grey eyes searched him, hoping for an answer.

"I think I might check them out." I told her, giving a slight smile. She nodded and led me to the back of the store. There, she gave me a set of 5 books. I quickly thanked her and exited the store. A single question kept running through my head: "Why?"

The apartment I owned was actually closer than I thought to the bookstore. I must've gotten back in almost five minutes. Although I rode my old 1940's refurbished motorcycle, the time was cut short by a slight sprinkle. I jogged inside, not wanting to get my new books wet. I successfully covered them with my leather jacket as I unlocked the door. I set the books down and grabbed the book on top. "Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief" I took a second look at the title. How does one steal lightning? From Banner and Stark's conversations, I know that lightning is a form of electricity. Is there a way someone might trap lightning in a bottle? I threw myself on the couch and opened to the first page.

I Accidently Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and to lead a normal life.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.

But if you recognize yourself in these pages –if you feel something stirring inside- stop reading this book immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.

I shut the book with a start. What happened to this kid? Who is he? I dug through my pockets and grabbed my cell phone, the one Stark gifted me. I quickly dialed the Director's number and started the call. I heard the dial tone a few times before he picked up. I urgently explained the situation, and what was going on. How this kid wrote down stories of his life. He quickly assured me that he'd call the other avengers and get them to meet at Stark Tower. The call abruptly ended after that