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Percy's POV
Okay, I've faced the Minotaur, The hydra, Ares, and a bunch of other Greek gods and monsters, even Kronos. But facing Loki, the guy with the antlers with a spandex wearing spider-guy, a bird-girl, an Egyptian magician? That was new. But maybe I should backtrack a bit.
My name's Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. Basically it means that for the past several years I've been dealing monsters. It's been almost a year since the second titan war so I'm about to turn 17, and things have calmed down a bit. The last Loki attack was also last year though the demigods were forbidden to fight, the Gods saying we deserved the break. We did take down a few of the monsters, but fortunately no one noticed. Since most of the major monsters were in the Titan war we don't have to worry about them at the moment, but I still get the occasional emposa and other common minor monsters. And turns out I would have to save a billionaire from one. That's the day where this whole Loki and the super-hero thing got into my life.
I walking in central park not far from the pond when I heard some noises, like someone trying to set a large dog on fire (long story that involves an accident with Mrs. O'Leary and Greek fire). I ran towards it figuring it was a Hephaestus kid in danger. When I got there though, it was a different scene.
Tony Stark, armor and all, was trying to blast a hellhound. I only heard of him because of Annabeth, about how he was such a great inventor and architect, but I had to admit I was impressed. He had only several dents in his armor and it's amazing he wasn't dead yet. I remembered from when I was twelve a hellhound ripped through Celestial Bronze like it was tissue paper. Meanwhile the hellhound was now on fire thanks to him. I wondered what he was thinking of all this.
So figuring it was probably best that I save the guy's hide, I positioned myself in a bush and brought out riptide, my sword. Even though baseball's not my game, I have good pitch soI threw the sword like a Javelin and it nailed the hellhound in the back. The monster dissolved as soon as I hit it, leaving just my sword. That's when I realized my mistake.
Between the titan war and Loki's invasion (yeah, apparently Greeks aren't the only one here, so are the Norse) the mist is relatively weak. That's probably why Stark was able to see the hellhound… and my sword. He picked it up by the hilt studying it, which made me smack my head for being such an idot. His eyes followed the sound of the noise and rested on me. "Jarvis, who is this kid," he mutters. Who the heck is Jarvis? A few seconds later he calls out my full name, "Perseus Jackson, come out here." I froze. No one ever calls me my full name, just Percy. Most people who do try to kill me, and I can never rule that out as a possibility, But it's too late, since I already blew my cover.
"What it is, uh, sir?" I say nervously, "and who the heck is Jarvis?"
"Jarvis is my artificial intelligence program, basically my virtual butler. And what are you doing with a sword?"
I shrugged. "Some people take the 2nd amendment idea of the right to bear arms as you can own a gun. For me, I take it as I can own a sword. Now can I have it back please?" I replied, hoping that's enough to get him off my back.
"Okay, but why is it glowing?" he said with a comeback.
"Probably your imagination. Or the way your mask works. I don't know." I said starting to get more and more worried. It was going to get a lot harder to fight monsters…
"Then how does that explain the giant dog?"
"Chemical bath, poor thing must have been near radiation" Gods, my lies are getting worse and worse.
"Jarvis picked up that you've been expelled several times. One of them was for blowing a gym. Sorry kid, but I think I might have to take you up onto the helicarrier"
"Excuse me?" I start to panic. Even though I was the savior of Olympus, Zeus still might blast me out of the sky.
"Jarvis did a background check. Apparently you get expelled a lot."
"I have ADHD and Dyslexia." I defended myself, backing away.
"Then how do you explain blowing up your gym in sixth grade?" he said moving forward, his hand out. I'm pretty sure that is loaded with weapons. I had the Achilles Curse, which made me invulnerable, but I couldn't let him find out.
"It wasn't me. It was a couple of guys targeting me that caused my gym to explode." Not a total lie, but those 'guys' weren't even human.
"Didn't they target you again later at Goode? Trust me you'll be safer on the helicarrier where we could track these people down." With that he grabbed my arm and took off. I tried to get him to let go of his grip but that suit definitely lived up to its name. Besides, it was too risky. I wait for Zeus to hopefully blast us out of the sky but for once he was ignoring me. Why?