I do not own Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, or the Avengers. I hope to write stories that that create a new world, a possible alternate one that cross-overs between these worlds to create a new one.

Author: The Sea's Avenger

Title: The Sea's Avenger

Chapter 2: McShizzle is My Roommate

MIT - Cambridge, Massachusetts

Annabeth sat on her dorm room bed, waiting for her roommate to show up. Her father had left a few hours ago, after embarrassing her in front of most of the dorm staff and several of the residents; thankfully, most residents had not arrived yet, like her roommate. Annabeth's phone began to ring; she looked at her SI created phone with an image of her stepmother, Pepper Potts-Stark, the CEO of SI and one of the best women she had ever met.

"Hey Mom," Annabeth said, smiling since Pepper loved it when she called her mom.

"How is the dorm? Did you meet your roommate?" Pepper questioned excitedly.

"Not yet, I'm pretty early. Dad made a big scene; I was so embarrassed."

Pepper's light chuckle echoed through the phone. "You know how he is. He can't help but show off sometimes. He loves you though, very much."

"I know," Annabeth sighed. "I just wish he'd take things more seriously sometimes."

"That's just his way to deflect his emotions. He's going to miss you. I'm going to miss you, so much."

Annabeth smiled, but there was a sadness reflected in her grey eyes. "I'm going to miss you, and Dad as well."

"Well, you're coming back for holiday, Thanksgiving is not that far off, just wait, we'll see you soon enough. Now, did you meet any cute boys yet?"

Annabeth's tanned cheeks were tinged pink now. "Mom! No one's here right now."

Pepper chuckled over the phone. "I'm just kidding, but if you meet someone, make sure you call me straight away."

Annabeth smiled. She loved Pepper, but sometimes, the CEO of SI was just as bad as any Aphrodite girl. "If I meet someone, I'll let you know, but I came here for school, not to date."

"I know Dear, but you never know what might happen."

"I'm sixteen in a school where most people are eighteen or above, and I'm not dating someone who is older than me."

Pepper laughed. "Your father is older than me," she countered.

Annabeth returned the laugh. "Biologically, he's older, but we both know he's closer to eighteen." The two women laughed as they continued to talk about Annabeth's school and the craziness that was Tony Stark.

MIT - Cambridge, Massachusetts – two hours later

In a remote corner behind the geology building a bright golden light erupted, but no one was there to witness it. When the light faded, a young man of sixteen years of age and an older man that looked to be in his forties stood side by side. The teenager held a large blue duffel bag in his hand that was slung over his shoulder. The teenager still wore his jeans and blue t-shirt from the meeting in the throne room on Olympus. The older man wore Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt with large colorful parrots on it.

The older man smiled as he looked around at the school. He took a deep breath; they were still close enough to the sea to smell that faint scent of an ocean breeze. "I think you're going to have fun here son."

Perseus looked up at his father. Poseidon in his mortal form was roughly six feet four inches in height, so he was slightly taller than the Atlantean prince. "I hope so dad, I'm going to miss you and mom."

Poseidon smiled, but his sea green eyes roared like ocean waves as his own sadness at leaving his son here on the surface came full force to his mind. "I'll miss you son, but we'll be fine. Your mother and I have each other. I'm more worried about you. I want you to make friends. I don't want you to just study. I want you to enjoy life."

Perseus smiled at his father's concern. It was wonderful that a god, no less the god of the seas, cared for him so much. "I love you and Mom so much Dad. Don't worry too much. I will be fine and I'll try to make friends, I promise."

Poseidon placed his large hand on his son's shoulder. "You have made me the proudest of any of my children. You are so much like Sally. I want you to keep that kindness and compassion in your soul. It is very special, my son. I love you too." Poseidon let go of his son's shoulder before his entire body turned into a sea mist that blew away towards the Atlantic Ocean.

Perseus smiled at his father's display of power. "Almost as dramatic as Uncle." Perseus turned toward campus walking toward the center of the Quad. He followed the signs before he saw a marker that led him to McCormick Hall; the coed dorm for freshmen. He entered the building and stopped at the front desk. A young man, probably only a few years older than Perseus, looked up. He smiled at the son of Poseidon. "A Newbie, huh?"

Perseus stared at him for a moment, not really grasping the term. "A what?" He was about to reach up and touch his ears, but he knew the spell that his father placed on him was sufficiently powerful in the mist to cover his appearance, especially to any mortal.

"Freshman, Newbie… well, my name's Grant, what's your name kid?" Grant asked, calling Perseus kid was funny because Grant was roughly a head shorter than the Prince of the Seas. "Perseus… yeah, Perseus Jackson," Perseus answered, almost forgetting that he was using his mother's mortal surname.

"Jackson," Grant repeated as he went down the list in front of him. "Ah yes, room 4B, you're rooming with Valdez," Grant stopped talking at the name Valdez. He leaned forward toward Perseus. "I'd watch out for that one," he whispered ominously.

Perseus was taken aback by the comment. "What's wrong with him?"

Grant laughed. "Nothing, I just wanted raz you a little, newbie." However, Percy could tell that there was more that Grant could say about Valdez.

Perseus frowned. "Yeah… thanks… I'll be on my way now," Perseus said quickly before he made his way to the elevator. He entered the small elevator, no one else was with him. He sighed audibly before he hit the button for the fourth floor. He turned as the elevator moved and look at his reflection in the mirrored wall of the elevator. His pointed ears were now rounded like a mortal human and his eyes had lost the powerful glow that they normally held. He looked like a mortal, just one that was well-built and tall. He smiled, maybe he'd get a girlfriend. Yeah, he'd never wanted to date a mermaid or sea nymph; they were too possessive and too interested in his status as the Prince of the Seas. Perseus thought of himself as a freak. He had the glowing eyes of his father, the webbed hands and feet and pointed ears of a Merman, but his skin color and two legs made him resemble a mortal. In fact, he was mortal, just like a demigod, but even to the children of the gods he was unique, he wasn't really a Half Blood because of his power. He was a mutant, a hybrid of all three beings; god, human, and merman.

He sighed as the elevator dinged before opening onto the fourth floor of the dorm building. He stepped out and was nearly run over as two students skateboarded down the hallway with a resident aid running after them, yelling for them to stop. Perseus smiled, shaking his head at the craziness of some mortals.

Perseus looked at the closest door that said 4A, he stepped down the hall until he paused at a door with 4B written on it. He took a deep breath before he knocked on the door.

A few moments passed, Perseus raised his fist to knock again before the door flew open smacking the wall behind it, causing the door to shake violently. The guy or teenager that stood before him looked to be closer to fifteen, about a year younger than Perseus. The kid had light brown skin and curly brown hair that was a mess on the kid's head. The kid wore jeans with rips in them and a black t-shirt that read, "Engineer, someone who does precision guesswork based on unreliable data provided by those of questionable knowledge. See also, Wizard, Magician." Perseus smiled at the definition. "Hey man, what can I do you for?" the Kid asked.

"My name is Perseus Jackson, your roommate," Percy answered.

The kid stepped back for a moment to take a better look at Perseus. "Woah man, this isn't the football dorm. You sure you got the right place?"

Perseus frowned. What was football, he thought. "Yeah, the guy downstairs said I was supposed to come here."

"Aren't you a little big to be at the nerd dorm," the Kid asked.

"Nerd, what is that?" Perseus asked curiously.

The kid looked at him strangely. "What?" The Kid stared for a moment before he realized, "I'm Leo, Leo Valdez, soon to be engineer extraordinaire."

Perseus just stared at Leo awkwardly. "Can I come in?"

Leo blushed. "Sure, sure… come in."

Perseus stepped into the dorm. The room was pretty big. Two twin beds lined each wall with a desk next to each. The bed on the far wall was messy with blueprints, books, and wires. The desk held a laptop and a monitor with what looked like a hub to plug in the computer. "Is that my side," Perseus asked, pointing to the empty bed and desk.

Leo was sorting through the mess on his bed, not really paying attention. "What?"

"Is this my side?" Perseus said again, a little slower this time.

Leo's face reddened. "Yeah, sure… that's your side."

"Thank you," Perseus said. Leo looked at him funny. "You're not from around here are you?" Leo asked curiously.

Perseus smiled. "No, I'm not son of Hephaestus."

Leo stepped back his eyes wide in fear. He fumbled for his tool belt, reaching into one of the pockets and pulling out a five pound sledge hammer. "Stay back. I know how to use this."

Perseus sat his duffel bag on the bed and turned toward the son of Hephaestus, snapping his fingers, causing his pointed ears to become visible and his sea green eyes to glow with power. "Do not fear demigod, I'm not here to harm you."

Leo's dark brown eyes were twice there size. His lower lip quivered. "What are you?"

Perseus smiled affectionately. "As I said, my name is Perseus Jackson, but I'm also Prince Perseus, son of Poseidon and Queen Sally, rulers of Atlantis."

Leo's hammer dropped from his hand and fell on his foot, causing the son of the forge god to curse and jump up and down on one foot. Perseus placed his hand over his mouth to mute his laugh at the actions of the short demigod. "Hey, that's not funny," Leo protested.

Perseus raised his hand, showing off the webbing between his fingers. "I meant no offense."

"You didn't answer my questions, are you a demigod?" Leo didn't ask the question in a tone that was offensive, but in a more curious and still a little apprehensive way.

"I am neither a demigod, god, nor a Merman. I am something else; a hybrid of the three."

Leo stepped closer, looking at Perseus's hands. "That is so cool," he said. No longer was the demigod scared of his new roommate. "But, I can't call you Perseus, way too old fashioned for my tastes."

"I had friends in Atlantis; they called me Percy."

"Percy," Leo repeated. "I like it. Percy Jackson, has a good ring to it. Well, I am Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus, a real pleasure to meet you Percy." Leo stretched his hand out toward Percy. "It's called a handshake," Leo informed. "You just clasp my hand in yours and shake it."

Percy reached forward and grabbed Leo's hand, squeezing tighter than a normal human and nearly pulling the boy's arm out of its socket. Leo yelled and pulled away quickly. "Holy gods of Olympus. You got one Hades of a grip there," Leo exclaimed as he rubbed his hand and moved his shoulder to make sure nothing was broken.

Percy's cheeks reddened. "Sorry, I forget my own strength sometimes."

Leo nodded. "Well, you better use the mist and hide your appearance." Percy snapped his fingers and he looked like a regular mortal again; a very athletic and attractive young man to say the least. Leo smiled. "We're going to be good friends Percy. I can already see that."

A few hours later…

Percy stepped out of the bathroom, wearing board shorts and a tank top, revealing his toned and muscled arms and legs. He had a bronze tan and if you looked closely his eight-pack abs were easily visible through his thin top. Leo was working on his computer, drafting some type of machine on his AutoCAD program. He turned when he heard Percy and stopped before he could speak. "You can't go out like that," he exclaimed.

Percy looked down at himself. "What's wrong?"

"The girls are going to go nuts and I won't get any attention," Leo pouted.

Percy sighed. "I didn't come here to get girls, but I'd like to go to the pool. I still have a few hours before it closes."

Leo frowned. "Well, put a hoody on at least. I can't have you outshining Leo McShizzle. I can't deny the lovely females in this great institution from having a chance with this stud," he said as he pointed at himself with his thumb.

Percy just stared at him like he was crazy, which he was slowly realizing was probably true. "I thought your surname was Valdez?"

Leo sighed in resignation. "I thought we went over this, oh great sea prince, there are such things as nicknames. One of mine is McShizzle."

Percy ignored the explanation and pulled a towel out of his drawer, before he reached for a blue hoody and put it on. "Okay?"

Leo smiled. "It will do. Have fun."

Percy ran his hand through his messy black hair before he left the dorm. He rushed through the halls no one was paying him much attention. He entered the elevator and hit the button for the lobby. The elevator doors closed and the elevator car descended stopping at the lobby a few seconds later. The doors opened and Percy rushed out of the dorm, walking briskly toward the school's pool. He entered, showed the very sleepy guy at the desk his student identification before rushing toward a locker. He placed his shirt and hoody in the locker before he headed out toward the pool.

The pool was Olympic size and very few people were there. He looked around and the only person he saw was a blonde girl, who appeared close to his age sitting in one of the bleacher seats about forty yards from the edge of the pool. The girl was typing on her computer and appeared to be pretty engrossed in what she was doing. Percy smiled that there wouldn't be any noise. He sat his towel down in an empty chair at the edge of the pool before he walked toward the highest diving board near the deepest part of the pool. He climbed the ladder and stood near the edge of the board. He jumped once, flipped over head in the air before arching his back for a perfect dive into the water.

Annabeth heard a loud splash, which broke her away from her Architect Magazine website. She looked out at the pool, but no one was there, suddenly a head broke the surface of the water. It was guy with dark hair. She couldn't tell much about him, but his skin glowed strangely. At first Annabeth thought it was a trick of the pool lights reflecting off the water, but the glow remained as the guy moved through the water. She kept her eyes on him, was he a monster, waiting to take out an unsuspecting demigod? She reached into her satchel and pulled out her celestial bronze knife, happy that the godly metal never tripped any metal detectors or security sensors. She watched the guy as he swam until he stopped in front of the pool ladder. He reached up with long, muscled arms that were sculpted like a statue. He climbed out of the water and Annabeth's mouth dropped open and her grey eyes grew big. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life. His chest was well muscled and he had an eight pack. The only persons she knew with an eight pack were Thor and Captain America. The guy she saw was like a god come down from Olympus, even his legs were sculpted to near perfection. The glow on his body remained and his skin glistened as water droplets fell from his body to the tiled floor that circled the edge of the pool. He grabbed a towel off his chair and dried himself, almost immediately the glow vanished.

Annabeth's curiosity was peaked even more now. Who or what was this guy? The guy sat down in one of the lounge chairs that surrounded the pool, after wrapping the towel around his shoulders. Annabeth quickly put her laptop in her bag and walked down from the bleachers, her knife tucked into the back of her jean shorts, hidden under her sea green blouse. She approached the guy and he didn't disappoint; he was still gorgeous. His eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly, his heart rate dropping to allow him to relax. Annabeth stopped only a few feet in front of him. She took out her knife ready to attack at the slightest provocation.

"Don't move," she said, her voice taking on more authority than she truly felt. The guy opened his eyes; they were sea green. Annabeth froze at the color. "Excuse me," the guy said, breaking Annabeth away from her stupor.

"I said don't move," she said, trying, but nearly failing to keep up her authoritative tone.

Percy raised his hands slowly. "Did I fall asleep, is the pool closed?" he asked, trying to make sure he wasn't in trouble for overstepping his bounds.

Annabeth was taken aback by the question. "No, the pool is still open," she replied, failing miserably to keep her tone of voice steady. Percy sat up a little straighter. Annabeth's grip on her knife tightened as she pushed it closer to the guy. "Don't try anything."

"Hold on, I'm not the one holding a weapon," Percy replied. "Yeah and normal people glow when they swim in a pool," she accused.

"What?" Percy asked.

Annabeth's grey eyes narrowed. The look she gave Percy made the young man nervous. He'd seen those eyes before, but he couldn't remember where. "You glowed. What don't you get? Is your brain waterlogged? If this was the ocean I'd have said it was full of seaweed.

Percy looked closely at the knife, celestial bronze, now he understood. "You're a demigod." Annabeth moved forward to stick the guy. He was a monster, but Percy with speed that the daughter of Athena had never seen before intercepted the blade and pulled it from her hand, throwing it in the pool. Annabeth stumbled backwards, a rush of fear ran through her mind. She had no weapon. She was a goner. Percy saw the fear etched into her face. "Hey, hold on, I'm not a monster."

Annabeth shook away her fear. "You're not?" she questioned, her voice still shaky from fear.

"No, my name is Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon."

Annabeth's grey eyes narrowed at the title. "Poseidon; he doesn't have any demigod children."

Percy smiled. "Who said I was a demigod?"

"What… what are you?"

"I am a hybrid, a mix of god, Merman, and human. I've come here from Atlantis to experience the surface world, to learn." Percy raised his hand again; the water in the pool began to bubble until the celestial bronze knife erupted from the water and floated towards the daughter of Athena, in a hand made of pool water. Annabeth reached out and grabbed her knife. "There, now no harm done." Annabeth visibly relaxed. She couldn't sense any deceit in the guy, in Percy's voice. "What's your name?"

"Annabeth, Annabeth Stark, daughter of Athena," she replied.

Author's Note: There you have it, the intro of Leo and the meeting of Percy and Annabeth.