"Excuse me, sir, but I believe that something is hoping to enter your tower." Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, one of the Avengers and genius billionaire, woke up to this phrase being repeated to him by Jarvis. It was 4 in the morning, so he blinked, rubbed his eyes, and repeated a sleepy "What?"

"There appears to be an object, maybe animal or machine, I'm not quite sure, but it is staring at your door." Tony looked at the little watch's screen on his left wrist to see an image of a golden glinting thingy at his door.

"Alright Jarvis. I'll go down." he sleepily told his butler.

"Sir, are you sure it's safe?"He vaguely heard as he walked trance-like, to the elevator. He looked at the front entranceway, through the glass into the relatively dark city. He couldn't really make out what it was from so far, but when he stepped closer, he began to slightly comprehend how fricking cool this thing was.

The machine was beautiful, so beautiful he felt like his suit almost didn't hold a candle to it, although it was his life's work and his baby. The robot, which is what he thought the thing was, was about the size of a great dane, and was a bronze-gold color that seemed to glow. That's when he turned the light on.

He caught his breath looking at it. It was a lizard like creature. It's body was made of individually carved scales, each placed with care and looking like they were created by a master jeweler. The skin looked smooth, though, and the metal took on an almost lifelike quality that made it ripple like skin. The little space behind it's neck was what gave it away as machinery, for Tony could see that it was an open, slightly sparking circuit. The creature was spectacular, but the heir of Stark Industries looked at it closer, and realized that the folded bulk of metal at its shoulders were wings. A dragon. His heart raced. 'Who could have made it, though?' ran through his head. The creature itself was moving around, sniffing, shuffling its feet, grabbing a flower, et cetera. It moved like something living, and he could just watch. It's face was entrancing literally, and Tony thought the eyes were rubies with lights behind them. Then the dragon opened its mouth, revealing pointy teeth that could shred just about anything, like knives made out of titanium. The thing squeaked, clicked then snorted. "Sss, ttt, kk" It approached him, but he was still in a state of shock, since it had tried to communicate with him, so it must have artificial intelligence. Oh man did he want to meet the inventor. He almost didn't notice when it looked at him eye to eye, rising a bit, and conked his head with it's own.

He woke up two times. First one was waking up from a falling dream to be actually flying. Alcohol? Maybe. Tony didn't know, so he went back to sleep.

The second time, the sun was rising, and so he opened his eyes for about 3 seconds until a little panel opened from a warm mass of bronzy-gold, and whacked him with a little hammer, sufficiently knocking him out.

The genius then woke up to people arguing in front of him, his head killing him, and not knowing where he was. He tried to judge his surroundings. Bed. Arguing. Smell something good coming from somewhere. But now it smelled like Purell and the doctors. Memories started flooding him. Oh, no, the dragon had kidnapped him! Even Tony, when thinking this, couldn't take himself seriously. But he did realize that he was in trouble. He, as much as it hurt, listened in on the people talking.

"I know, I know! It isn't that bad, though! Concussion? That's not terrible!" A boy's voice pleaded. It sounded very guilty. It was higher, maybe hispanic?

"Dude, your pet just gave a superhero genius a concussion. Not that bad? It's a bit worse than that." This voice was lower, but also a boy. It sounded pretty too, like a song. The other boy gave a frustrated sigh.

There was a rustling and newer, deep footsteps before another boy with a lower voice than either of them spoke.

"Is that Tony Stark? What the hell is Leo doing here? Wait. Is he a demigod? That's so fucking cool. Man do I want to borrow a car." The boy sounded immature. Teenager? But Tony learned that the highest voice was named Leo after that was the one that replied.

"All I said was 'Don't spark', and mostly to myself, but I guess, since I was repairing him, his hearing was off. So...he, ugh, fetched Stark." He tried to force out a chuckle.

"LEO! Did you just kidnap a billionaire?" The new guy sounded panicked. A wave of nausea hit him and Tony groaned.

"Hey! He woke up! I didn't kill him!" said the boy with the higher voice, Leo, said. He opened his eyes to an attractive blonde guy looking at him closely.

"Ugh. Where am I?" He asked with a hoarse throat. The blonde gestured to a short curly haired boy, who he must have been arguing with, to get water. The other one was even more attractive than the first, and Tony was a bit intimidated. The boy was tall and muscular and tan, with dark hair. Tall, dark and handsome, as Pepper would say to annoy him. The little one came back with one of those tiny, water fountain cups. Soon that little bit was empty, and Tony was able to croak out his question so they could understand him.

"Where am I?" It sounded better. But the boys' faces each grew panicked.

The tall one fumbled with his words before saying "Long Island. At a summer camp." The boys nodded, like that was a good answer.

"What about that dragon? What was that? Why'd it take me?" He asked the boys, his voice even stronger. The taller two turned to who I assumed was Leo.

He gave an apologetic grin.

"That was my pet. She's named Summer. I was trying to fix her hearing, and managed to say something that she thought was a command. So here you are!" He finished weakly, looking almost ill. He did commit a crime, kidnapping, and Tony was famous, so he could get why the slight boy was nervous. But still, shock ran through his mind. A boy, about 15, had made that? Whoa.

"You made that thing/ How's she powered?" Tony's first question of many started.

"That thing in your heart is probably the closest thing to what she has that you would know about." He said carefully, but then smiled. "I found the way to do it myself. Isn't she great?" He got a huge grin on his face, like a child. The other boys muttered something about nerds and walked out, talking about a kid named 'Nico'. Tony only partially noticed them, because he was deep in conversation with Leo about the differences in their AI's, and also how he managed to get the creature to fly.

After a couple hours, the blonde, who introduced himself as Will, tolf Leo in no nice terms than Tony had to rest and Leo had to leave. It was strange how much he had attatched himself to the itty bitty inventor with the crazy brain, but he felt like he just found a younger brother. It was enough to make him not have nightmares as he slept.

The next day, he heard such a commotion that he jumped out of bed. It was a huge ground shaking crunch and slide of rubble. He got up off the floor, but too quickly, so his vision blacked out and he had to sit back down on his bed. There was shouting. He tuned in to the best of his abilities. It sounded like that tall teenage boy, who was named Percy, was ordering people around, like the Captain often found the need to do.

"Annabeth! How's the website?" He shouted.

"Good! What date should I change the creation date of the website to?" It was a girl's voice.

"You can do that? Well, anything you want, WIse Girl." He shouted once again. But Percy was right. It was pretty hard to do that. But why would they need that? Tony wondered.

"Hazel! Nico! Is Peleus under? Hidden?" He asked, and two tired sounding voices affirmed that 'Peleus' was.

It was really confusing. There was more, about a shed's contents going to some bunker, a climbing wall being closed off, people having to do something in the stables. It was all suspicious, but could make some bit of sense as a summer camp. As he rose again with a groan, he saw that Will was back again. He saw him clearer now, a nice looking kid, probably a pre-med or something, with a little rainbow bracelet. He gave a blindingly white smile.

"You look better! How's the pain on a scale of being hit by a door to being hit by a bus?" He asked, and Tony wondered if he was joking.

"Door, I guess. Do you have a phone I can use?" Tony knew Pepper would be pissed at him, and worried sick, of course.

But the kid looked like Tony'd asked for a jetpack.

"A phone?" His face was so strange for a teenager, who would probably have to be completely living on his phone like so many others. But he slid on a bad poker face.

"They're not allowed for campers, but there may be a landline at the Big House." He gave Tony an odd look before sprinting out. Most of the commotion outside, which had been quite loud, stopped. Tony waited, counting the number of polkadots that were on his curtain, before seeing the golden blonde teen run back in.

"The director says you can use it. But, um, he has a temper, so if you could refrain from doing anything, like talking, that would save us from doing the bad chores tonight." Will gave a tiny smile. He motioned for me to get up, and follow him out of the little infirmary.

"Welcome to Camp Migas!" He said proudly. And Tony saw why.