Chapter 1:
The first few chapters are just a bit of a recap of the differences in the movies/backstories because of who some characters are, mixed in with some bits of demigods during the invasion of NY. It may seem a little random, sorry ;D P.S. Annabeth and Percy are 40 during the (II) invasion of New York and I've changed the year to 2036 and maybe a few other things (IDK yet) to fit the timeline. Please PM if you want to have your cover on here, and all critics without swearing are fine, including flames (I'll just use them to fuel my fireplace). Oops, almost forgot the disclaimer. I don't own any of Rick's books or the Avengers franchise. There. Done.
Tony steps into the penthouse as the last bits of his suit are removed from his body. Pepper, a blonde woman, and a willowy Latino man stare at the screen floating above the desk. "Levels are holding steady...I think," Pepper says.
"You think?" Tony and the Latino man repeat in unison. "Just so you know, Valdez and I were directly involved. Of course it works! With two geniuses in on it, what could go wrong?" Tony asks.
"Two geniuses?" the blonde woman asks innocently. "Four geniuses," Tony rushes to correct himself. "Which brings me to my next question: How does it feel to be a genius?" He hooks his arm around Pepper's waist.
"Annabeth, I think it's time to leave these love birds to themselves," Valdez says to the blonde woman while waggling his eyebrows. "Shut up, Repair Boy." Annabeth slaps his arm then leads him to the elevator.
"Well, I wouldn't really know, now, would I?" Pepper says after they left.
"What do you mean? All this came from you," Tony says.
"No all this came from that." Pepper points to Tony's chest, where a blue light is emitting from a sphere in the center.
"Give yourself some credit, please," Tony says, pushing away Pepper's hand from his chest. "Stark Tower is your baby. Give yourself...twelve percent of the credit."
"Twelve percent?!" Pepper exclaims, astonished by Tony's ego.
"Well, that's two percent more credit than either Jackson or Valdez," Tony states, "and a case can be made for fifteen."
"Twelve percent?" Pepper repeats. "For my baby?"
"Well, I did do all the heavy lifting. Literally; I lifted all the heavy things. And sorry, but the security snafu? That was on you," Tony states.
"Oooooh, you did not just say that," Pepper wagged her finger at Tony. That comment was going to have several consequences later.
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During the conversation between Fury and Loki...
"It's an impressive cage, not built, I think, for me?" Loki says.
"Built for something a lot stronger than you," Fury replies.
"Oh, I've heard; the mindless beast that makes play he's still a man," Loki continues, "How desperate are you, that you call on such lost creatures to defend you?"
"How desperate am I? You threaten my world with war, you steal a force you can't hope to control, you talk about peace, but you kill 'cause it's fun," Fury retorts. "You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad you did."
"Ooh…," Loki realizes something from the tone of Fury's voice. "You're clear-sighted, aren't you, or, or," he notices Fury's almost nonexistent flinch, "a minor godling?" Loki smiles, finally gaining an edge in the conversation. "They don't know, do they? About real power, about the wars, about the gods. About you."
"Personally, I prefer to call the gods 'powerful beings,'" Fury replies stiffly. Loki laughs sinisterly. "Oh, let's not change the subject now. The gods' infiltrators of SHIELD, oh how fun that one of them ends up director of the entire operation. You've known about the supernatural for a while now, you were born a part of it." Loki's eyes twinkle mischievously. Fury raises one eyebrow. "Infiltrated? Well, I guess we'll have to change that."
Loki laughs again. "And I thought the Graeci weren't supposed to interfere with other pantheons' problems." Loki suddenly becomes serious.
"It burns you to have come so close, to have power on par to your gods, to finally be free of their influence. A warm light for mankind to share, then be reminded what real power is." Loki sneers.
Fury smirks as he turns away. "Well, let me know if 'real power' wants a magazine or something."
…
The team sits somberly. "He really grows on you, doesn't he?" Banner finally breaks the silence.
"What did he mean by 'godling,' and is Fury one of them?" Natasha mutters quietly without anybody noticing.
"He's gonna drag this out. So, Thor, what's his play?" Steve asks the Asgardian.
"He has an army called the Chitauri. They're not of Asgard or any world known. He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the earth. In return, I suspect, for the Tesseract," Thor answers. "Though why he would strike here I do not know."
Steve furrows his eyebrows. "What do you mean 'why he would strike here'?"
"This is not my brother's style. He was always one for trickery; this seems very frontal. He is, after all, aiming for one of the largest cities on Midgard," Thor rushes to explain, as though he was hiding something.
"Should we expect something else?" Widow asks, curious about what could cause such a reaction in Thor.
"Perhaps, he's seems to be focusing the majority of his resources here, though, even the Chitauri army is not endless."
"So an army. From outer space," Steve says.
"So he's building another portal. That's what he needs Erik Selvig for," Bruce realizes.
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"Annabeth, the IM machine's ringing!" Percy calls to his wife, who is currently in her study/ their bedroom working on various blueprints. "Well, answer it then!" she snaps back.
Over the years, it had become a little dangerous for Iris Messages to just automatically show up in front of the person called, so Leo and the Hephaestus kids, as well as some of the Hecate and (of course) Iris kids, helped to create an iPad-like machine that allowed the rainbow to come up inside the screen so it looked like video chat. It also had a pre-built mist enchantment in there, so all you had to do was enter a drachma into the side slot to IM someone. There was also a recall function that allowed you to bring up a previous message to show somebody else. Suffice to say, it made things a lot easier.
Percy began to curse Hermes for sending a message this early in the morning, and got up from the floor where he was playing with Dylan, only eight years old and their youngest kid.
After the Giant War, the prophecy fiasco, and the Norse almost-Ragnarok, Percy and Annabeth had finally started to settle down. They went to the Oakland College for Mixed Races (haha) in New Rome where Percy majored Marine Biology, and Adventure Education (no joke, this is an actual major). He was moderately interested in the field, if a bit behind being kicked out of school and whatnot, but studying with Annabeth had helped to catch him up. Meanwhile, Annabeth had studied Engineering and (obviously) Architecture, where she actually taught a thing or two to the Roman professors about Ancient Greek methods.
Anyways, they decided not to settle in New Rome, instead favoring to make their home in a small flat in New York near Sally's place. Throughout the years, they had three children. Zoe, the eldest, had eventually decided to join the Hunters like her namesake and was currently nineteen years old, although she still looked twelve. She had inherited her father's prowess with weapons and her mother's adeptness with analysis. She favored her dagger, nicknamed Efthys, and was especially adept at throwing it. It, like her father's sword, was enchanted to return to her in its ring form: a polished silver band inlaid with a lavender-aqua tinted pearl.
The middle child, Sophia, had gotten her father's hydrokinesis and her mother's thirst for knowledge, but she was extremely ADHD, not as bad as Leo, but still pretty bad. She carried some sort of fidgeter or activity anywhere she went in order to make sure she didn't end up making water animals whenever she got bored. However, her reflexes were spot on. She carried a Celestial bronze spear about four and a half feet long that turned into a small bronze charm that could be hooked onto the bracelet Leo had given her for her seventh birthday. Sophia decided to name it Thoós, after her best attribute, and at her current age, fifteen, she could handle it like a master.
Finally, Dylan was born. He had his mother's critical thinking skills, but he had his father's mouth, and hadn't learnt to keep it shut yet, as well as his father's water-healing abilities. Dylan was still unsure of what weapon he wanted, but seemed to be capable with a sword like his father.
Dylan quickly got up and followed Percy as he pushed a button and Hermes' face came on screen. "Attention all demigods, as of now an enemy from another pantheon, the Norse-Alien Aspect, is attacking New York and various other cities in the United States. Do not panic; they have already sent somebody to deal with the problem. However, mortals are involved and therefore powers are not to be used under any circumstances. All people inside the camps are to stay there until the all-clear, those outside are suggested to seek a safe house in the area. This is, however, not mandatory. Please refrain from helping unless in self-defense or the defense of others." The message shut off.
"Oh great, another alert," Percy grumbles. "Annabeth!" he yells. "I heard!" she replies while sketching down a new infrastructure idea for another one of Stark's building projects. "OK!" Percy says and turns around to enter the children's room. Sophia was inside studying for her Pre-Calculus test on Tuesday, her unkempt blond hair up in a loose ponytail to keep it out of her face while she reviewed her notes and her feet were constantly tapping. "Did you hear the message?" Percy asks. "Hmm?" Sophia looks up. "Oh, yeah, no powers and no direct interfering, yep got it." She got back to studying. "Ok then," Percy mutters before turning around and asking Dylan, "You want to spar, hand-to-hand, just you and me?" Dylan nods, but then asks quietly, "Are we gonna be ok?"
"We're gonna be fine, kiddo." Percy replies and ruffles Dylan's raven hair. Dylan's swirly silvery-teal eyes brighten and he smiles as they head to the living room.
AN: I have the next chapter ready, and it will be up after five reviews to give me an idea on what to improve or two weeks, whichever comes first! Your demigodishness, QLC