I am so sorry that this wasn't up sooner! I thought I'd already posted it, and I'm so sorry. But thank you guys so much for all of your support! And this isn't even a cliché. To some, it might be a very little amount, but it's a lot to me. I can't even begin to thank you all for your support and help. The next chapter will be up in the next couple of days! Anyway, back to the story:

3rd Person POV:

"Oh god…" Natasha Romanoff woke up with a killer headache. Not the best way to start a day. Judging by the state of the room and her slightly-wrinkled cocktail dress, she'd gotten wasted at the party. "Barton, did you spike the drink? Or was it you, Scott? Whoever did, was it older than Rogers or something?"

The voice who responded next was neither Clint or Scott, nor was it Steve to complain about the half-insult directed his way. Instead, it was Vision, voice a perplexed as it could be. Granted, it wasn't much, as it was quite robotic. "I don't think that someone… as you say, spiked the drink. I have not been affected by alcohol before. But now, I also have a great cephalalgy."

Scott groaned. "Ceph-al-al-gy. Someone tell Vision to stop memorizing the dictionary. It's a waste of time and a waste of efforts."

"I find that it is very enlightening. The Oxford dictionary is a wonderful outlet of knowledge, though I already know much of the things written there."

"Oxford?" asked Sam. "Nah, dude. Go Merriam-Webster."

"I will see to it that I study this 'Merriam Webster' dictionary instead. Perhaps I can gain more insight by using different sources."

Natasha waved, obviously annoyed. "Hello? Are we not going to discuss our massive hangovers?"

"I-I do not think that our ceph-cepha-uh, headache," mumbled Wanda, "is the result of drinking. I have one too, yet I'm not twenty one yet. I didn't touch the alcoholic drinks. Was the sparkling water spiked too?"

The Captain was focused on something else. "Why are we all splayed on the ground? Why is no one else here? This reeks of foul play."

"I thought that smell was you, Captain." retorted Black Widow half-jokingly. "But it does seem to be a little suspicious. What do you guys remember last?"

"The Annabeth girl," said Steve. "Her boyfriend too. I remember Thor coming."

Around the room, there were murmurs of agreement. "I hope they're okay," said Hank. "The girl seems promising as an employee."

Black Widow shrugged. "Not sure, Hank. It's nothing from there."

"Who's Annabeth?" asked Thor. "I never saw any business women."

"She was eighteen."

"I don't even remember getting here. I just remember traveling here. There was a great storm. Lightning and thunder. Rain also."

"Rain?" Vision looked confused. "There was no rain yesterday. The weather forecast predicted clear skies. It was fine."

Scott looked down at himself. "Then why am I wet? And Hank too?"

"There wasn't any rain yesterday, I'm certain." Captain America surveyed the scene. "Wait." He held up his left hand and looked down at the floor beside him. "My shield. Scott, you're in your suit. Natasha, Clint, you both have your weapons out." He also noticed a slightly bent candelabra near Sam, Thor's hammer next to him and that Bucky's arm was slightly dented.

The Black Widow's eyes widened. "We were fighting."

Bucky nodded. "We were. Unlike you, I remember more."

"You do?" the Captain asked curiously.

"Not much. Just bits and pieces. There was… um…" The Winter Soldier started to think. "The two kids. They were uh-scared. For some reason."

Scott patted Hank's shoulder sympathetically. "Well then, the Beth girl's probably dead."

"I don't think so, Flea-man."

"Ant-man." Scott grumbled. "The name's already ridiculous enough. Get it right, metal head."

"Arm. Back to the point. Anyway, I remember Thor's hammer being pulled away from him, and-"

"Woah." said Captain America. "Woah. Hey Thor, sorry to say, but I think that Asgard might have a challenger to its throne." He whistled. "Looks like you're not the only one that's worthy."

Before the Norse god could speak up, Bucky continued his recalling. "I also saw Thor get hit by lightning. I don't-"

"Wow, Thor." Natasha wasn't even trying to hide her mirth. All-out laughing. "You hit yourself with lightning? All sorts of new lows are being revealed to us."

"This is no laughing matter, Black Widow. Asgard is in serious trouble. If someone can lift the hammer, they're either fit for the throne, or… or they have godly blood."

Sam crossed his arms. "Godly blood? I think it's safe to rule that one out. Fit for the throne, huh? This guy must be pretty tough."

Thor shook his head. "You can't imagine. Not to mention, they didn't just lift Mjolnir. They called it to their hands. We must be dealing with very powerful entities."

"Did everyone forget about the fact that Thor hit himself with lightning?" Natasha had stopped laughing, but her usual smirk was larger than usual. "Was father Odin mad at you?"

"I wouldn't hit myself with lightning! The only person who could do that is-no. Godly blood indeed!"

"What?" chorused the remaining Avengers.

"I'm have to pay a certain group of people a visit. Stay here and try to dissect his memories more. Witch, if you could."

"I'll work on it."

"Good. Now, I'll be off."

"Hey wait!" Clint jogged up to Thor. "Where exactly are you going?"

"The Empire State Building."

"Zeus!" Thor's booming voice rang out. "What did you do last night?"

The King of the Gods chuckled. "Thor Odinson. You look quite… tiny. Are you still able to assume a godly form, or shall we come down to your height?"

"I'm not jesting."

"Neither was I." In just a few moments, Zeus had shrunken down to the size of a normal human. "As for your question, I went to sleep, after going to the-" Noticing his wife's glare, he quickly changed his sentence. "I mean, overseeing things on Earth."

"You lie!" Thor marched straight up to the Greek god. "I know you were there yesterday. Someone called my hammer and someone called lightning. Godly blood was required, and I know that no other soul on this earth could possibly have those exact skills!" By now, his voice had raised to a loud shout and his face was red. The usually lucid blue eyes were now stormy, reflecting his mood. Much like Zeus's eyes. "I know you were there, Zeus! I know it! Don't lie to me, I have no doubt in my mind that you have. And who else could cleanse our minds like that? Got your pawn to do it? Trivia. The witch! There is no other way."

"Hecate." Athena corrected. "I am Athena, not Minerva. We are Greek, not Roman. I do not think that it would be wise to deal with our Roman counterparts, young god. Don't try to cause disruptions and respect your elders."

"Elders?" Asked Thor, enraged. "You all are only older than me by a few centuries. Don't lord it over me."

Demeter scoffed. "Are you sure you've caught up on your own mythology? You weren't born right away, you know." She turned around to face Hephaestus. "The youth these days! Has he even eaten his cereal?"

"I happen to think that the boy is a fine one. He wields a great hammer, forged with great care."

Aphrodite groaned. "Hephaestus, you're such a bore. No one cares about your weapons. He is quite handsome though, and I'm sure that my sweeth-I mean, my fellow god Ares would agree that he must do well in war." She tittered and fluttered her eyelashes at Thor. "I mean, look at those muscles. Jane is a lucky girl. Not enough drama though. Ares, have I told you about that one mortal's love life that I spiced up? I think his name was Tommy Stork or something. It was for the best too, I mean, now he's semi-retired and happily with um… was it Piper? No, that's my daughter… well, that blonde girl." While saying the last few words, Aphrodite changed her appearance to match Pepper Potts' face for just a split second. Then, she returned to a stunning brunette with soft features, not a blemish on her face.

"Stop going so off track! The point is, I know that you were there last night."

Dionysus groaned. "Would you stop, Thorne?"

"Thor."

"Whatever, Thorne. We weren't there. None of us were. Believe me, I had to watch Zeus as he went and downed-I mean, watched over the mortal realm." He paused for a second. "You call it Midgard, right?"

The young god wasn't having it. He stood rigid, head held high. If you grew up with the knowledge that you might one day be the king of gods in Asgard, you learned to compose yourself, to act like you belonged. Though of course, he obviously didn't. Not in this world. If he tried to lightning his way out, Zeus would be on him in a second. If he resorted to punching, Athena or Ares would make sure that he was stopped. "Well then who wiped our memories? Hecate had to have been there. Bring her."

At his command, the Olympians laughed. "Just bring her?" asked Zeus. "First off, you're not in charge here, kid. Second, what? Do you think that she's some sort of dog? She's the goddess of Witchcraft and the Mist, okay? She'd have you done in seconds."

"Fine. Summon her. I will make her pay."

More laughing ensued. "Foolish." Athena looked at the young god distastefully. "Have you not learned how to control your temper, young one? Perhaps Loki would be better suited for the throne after all. Others see a warrior. I see a foolish, brash, young god whose incompetence is glaringly obvious. You have brawn, but in brains you lack." She clicked her tongue, much like a mother would. "If only you would learn to work together with your brother. He had a well thought-out plan. It could've been better, but he was wiser than you in that instance. Watch your tongue, Thor Odinson. Watch your anger too. Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die."

"Ugh, Athena. You're almost bad as my husband." Aphrodite tittered yet again. "And that's quite a feat. He can fight well, and that's all that matters, right Ares?"

"He's a warrior. That is something that I can respect."

"He is a man. A man who tends to make rash decisions." remarked Artemis. She'd changed from her twelve-year-old form to what she hypothetically would look like if she was in her early twenties. "Only a few select men can be trusted. Thor is not one."

"Just lighten up, little sis. Not all men are bad. Just look at me! Here, I'll make a haiku about it.

Little sis is weird

She thinks all men are dumb jerks

Apollo is cool

There!"

"I'm older than you! I was even your midwife!"

"You can all complain about me and argue amongst yourselves later. What I need is for the witch to come here."

Zeus let out a disappointed sound. "Well then, who would like to go to the Underworld and fetch the titan?"

Poseidon was the first to speak, but he wasn't volunteering. In fact, he was doing the opposite. "I'm not going, brother. I know for a fact that if I don't speak up and no one else volunteers, you'll stick me with the task. I'm not going down there again. How can he live with so much fire and so little air and water?"

"The fact that you're unwilling to go to your own brother speaks for itself." Athena pointed out. "Tasteless and careless too? Well, never say that I was surprised."

"And like you've been the most perfect goddess in the world. I remember one mortal named Arachne who bested you in weaving."

"It was a tie! The works were incomparable! The values and supposed effect was too different!"

"Please, just admit that you lost."

"I never lose!"

Hephaestus raised his hand while the rivals bickered some more. "I'll get her. The place isn't so bad. Some places are just like my forges."

"Oh but, hun…" whined Aphrodite. "I'm not sure that Hecate would be very good company. She might be gorgeous, but she's weird."

"Right now isn't the time to start caring, Aphrodite. You're late by a very, very high number of years." Then the blacksmith was gone with a pop.

A few minutes later, he returned, Hecate in tow. This time, her forms were merged as one, though you could occasionally see a flicker of another person. Her dark hair was down and splayed out. On top, a circlet of questionable material. "You requested me. Do you need more help with ruling, Lord Zeus?"

Hera immediately assumed the worst. "What do you mean, 'more help with ruling?' I thought I could trust you."

"Lady Hera, that is exactly what I meant. Have you forgotten that I am also the goddess of crossroads. He enlists my help when he stands at one." She cocked her head teasingly, but her eyes were still as stone. "Not unlike you, my Lady."

"Hecate, it's good to see you again!" Demeter was fairly happy to see the goddess. "How is my daughter doing? Is she okay? Has she been eating enough cereal?"

The goddess nodded. "She's doing well. There is now a thriving garden in Hades' front yard. Her cereal consumption has been stable. I must admit, the food isn't bad. Just overwhelming in large quantities."

"Are you all incapable of holding a conversation topic?" asked Thor. He was livid, and somewhat rightly so. He'd been forced to listen to the Olympians go on and on and on, bickering and talking about nonsense. His matters were completely pushed off of the table. "Now, witch, were you there last night?"

"If you mean 'there' as in my cave down in the Underworld then yes, i was there. If not, then I'm afraid I will be of no help from you. "

"Then who erased my memories?"

Hecate shrugged, a small flame igniting between her fingers. She thought as she twirled the ball of fire around her hand. Her way of godly fidgeting. "I could restore your memories, if you desire."

"Do it, then."

"You're so eager, young one. Don't object to me saying it, son of Odin. I am much older than the Olympians. I cannot without something from the one who took the memories. The magic seems much like my own. If it was of the wizards in England or Hypnos's concoction, then I'd be fine. But this magic doesn't differ from mine."

Thor nodded. "I'll get it." He turned to the Olympians. "Farewell. I shall be leaving."

"No offering for the hearth?" Thor turned even more to see Hestia tending to her hearth. "No one ever bothers. I think that you should though. Home… home is something with a lot of worth for you. And home is where the hearth is."

"Yes, Lady Hestia." He flew out for a moment and returned with a boar in his hands, fried to a crisp. He set the boar in, then muttered a few words, worshipping his father and wishing him well. "Farewell."

"Percy, I've got to go now, okay?" Annabeth looked down at her boyfriend on the lower bunk. "I need to check it with Mr. Pym. I still need that job."

Percy stuck out his bottom lip. "But Annie…"

"I'll stop by Sally's on the way back, don't worry, Perce. I'm sure she has some enticing blue chocolate chip cookies."

"Well then what are you waiting for? Go!"

Annabeth laughed at her boyfriend's animated reaction. "Bye Perseus."

"It's Percy."

"I know, Seaweed Brain. That's what you get for calling me Annie." The blond girl opened the door, pausing to look back at her boyfriend. "Almost forgot that this was cabin three, not cabin one." With a smirk on her face to rival Natasha's, Annabeth grabbed a plate of pancakes to go, bringing them in when the 'taxi' arrived.

"Where-"

"To-"

"Now?"

"Pym industries headquarters, if you please. Feel free to go all out, sisters."

"Ah, Annabeth! Here you are." Hank Pym looked pleasantly surprised to see Annabeth, though he noted that she wasn't wearing the most businesslike attire. Simply skinny jeans with a dress shirt and gray jacket. "I've made my decision."

"Oh?" Annabeth tried to look only slightly inquisitive, but inside, she was very, very anxious. Of course, she could start with menial jobs like being a decorator or an assistant, or even a secretary, but she wanted this job. It would be a huge step in the right direction for her. She needed this job and she needed it desperately. Her ambition would not allow her to start so low, or stay in a low position for too young. Her fatal flaw was hubris, with a side of deadly pride and ambition. Those qualities did not fare well in low-key surroundings. "And that would be…"

"Yes. I will accept you into our team." At her hope-filled expression, he held up his hand. "But beware. You're on a tight leash. I expect near-perfection. Clear?"

"Crystal."

The businessman nodded. "Good. Now, I'll need to enlist your help very soon, so I suggest you get to designing. You won't see me around very much, but you'll see my daughter, Hope. You two will have to be around each other a lot. She's like your boss. Hope provides the requirements and oversees the process. You're the one that's going to be working and such."

Annabeth blinked a few times, staring down at the floor. "Could I meet with your daughter right now? Just to-just to get acquainted and get some ideas in my head."

"Fine idea." Hank Pym then reached for his phone and made a quick call to his daughter, telling her to be there as soon as she could manage. "Just wait here, okay? I've got some business to attend too."

Annabeth followed his gaze to see a room filled with none other than the Avengers. Her breath caught in her throat as her mind was filled with panic. She quickly calmed herself down though. Getting too agitated could cause a panic attack or an anxiety attack, common happenings after her return from Tartarus. They wouldn't appear randomly anymore, only when she felt distressed or anxious. Scared or melancholy. "Yes sir."

"Sir. I like the sound of that." He waved goodbye to Annabeth. "I'll be seeing you, Ms. Chase."

After her employer had left, Annabeth was both more anxious and more relaxed. More anxious because she was standing in a room where she knew nobody, with people that could potentially blow her cover in the room next to her. Relaxed because she'd actually gotten the job and that she was now away from her boss's strict gaze.

"Are you lost?" The voice of a brunette woman snapped Annabeth out of her thoughts. "My name's Hope, and if you need any help getting to the right place, I can be of service. Do your parents work here, or…"

Annabeth fiercely shook her head. "No, I work here." At Hope's disbelieving stare, Annabeth reworded the sentence. "Well, as of a few minutes ago. I'm new." She stuck out her hand f or a handshake. "Annabeth Chase."

Hope shook the blonde's hand carefully and enunciated her words very slowly. "I see." She stood up straighter and looked at the Annabeth girl. She looked smart, but she looked very, very young. She wasn't model gorgeous, but pretty enough that Hope would've thought that she was better suited to running a boutique. "You're a lot younger than I expected. A lot younger. Are you sure that you're qualified?"

"Of course I am! Your dad did accept me, did he not?" Annabeth's tone was slightly haughty, while her face showed annoyance. "If you really want proof, here." She handed over the folder that contained her works and her grades. "That should convince you of my competence."

Hope raised an eyebrow. "I'm more of an shoot first, ask questions later kind of girl, but I have a feeling that you're much different." However, she still skimmed through the papers. "Impressive. Almost perfect grades, got accepted into Harvard, and these designs aren't amateur work either." Hope smiled brightly, showing off her perfect teeth. "I'm convinced. Sit?" She gestured to a small table with two chairs on the other side of the room."

"Sure."

The two started walking towards said table, each taking a seat. "So," started Annabeth. "What exactly am I designing?

"It's sort of multi-purpose. The first floor is a reception area. From the first to the seventh floor are showroom type places. Where we keep all of our gadgets. From then on up until the twentieth floor, labs. We'll also need an emergency tunnel or some kind of emergency exit."

Annabeth jotted down some notes. "Did you have anything in mind for the building?"

"A few things," Hope admitted. "It needs to be smooth and sleek. Very clean, though not simple. Lots of windows. Make it different. I don't want it looking like a rectangle with more blue rectangles."

"Could I suggest making the building cylindrical?" asked Annabeth. "The shape is more durable with storms and such."

Hope smiled fondly at the girl sitting across from her. "It's your building. You decide."

Those words seemed to give Annabeth a whole new confidence. It just made the whole job so much more real. She was an architect, and at the age of eighteen, was designing her first building. "Yeah. It's mine. I'm going to do a little brainstorming, throw questions out. I need feedback, okay?"

"Sure."

After a while of idea bouncing, the two women were mentally exhausted. "I think I've got a pretty good foundation to start with." Annabeth put on a pleasant smile and shook Hope's hand once again.

"Nice to meet you, Annabeth."

"You too, Hope."

After Hope had left, Annabeth remained at the table, drawing possible outlines and thinking of possible materials to use. She did this for about half an hour before Hank Pym finally returned. "Doing okay?"

At his voice, Annabeth perked up. "Uh, yeah. Hope helped me out a lot. I've got a few simple outlines right now. Would you like to see them now or just see the final sketch?"

"I'd like to see them, if you don't mind." He picked up the sheets of paper and nodded thoughtfully at each. "These are pretty good. For your very first design though, I think that you should design a building that embodies you. When people look at it, they will see your trademark. This is something that they'll judge you on."

Annabeth nodded and rearranged the papers in her binder, then stuffed all of it in her bag. "Then I have the perfect idea."

"Good. Do you mind following me to converse with the Avengers? We've been trying to figure out what happened last night, but everyone just says that they left."

Annabeth's eyes widened almost imperceptibly. Not wanting to raise suspicion, she agreed. "Of course, though I only remember up to Lord Thor Odinson arriving. Is he here?"

"No, he said that he was going to the Empire State Building to take care of something." He ignored Annabeth's quick inhale. "But anyway, follow me."

The two walked into the conference room, now temporarily the 'room for the Avengers to discuss plans, do research, and sleep in' room. The Black Widow had a computer on her lap, typing away while listening to Bucky recall memories from the night before. It took her a few seconds to notice Annabeth. "Anna, you're here!"

"It's Annabeth."

"That's what I said." She popped a piece of gum in her mouth. "Well, remember anything from last night?"

She shook her head innocently, adding a small stutter to her voice. "I-I um-not much. Only until Thor came. Then I woke up on the couch at camp."

"Camp?"

"It's a summer camp. I'm one of the counselors."

Natasha nodded. "Okay then, kiddo. You didn't have any alcohol, did you?"

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, not in a suspicious way, but in an amused one. "No, I didn't. I'm only eighteen. You think that no one remembers because they got wasted at the party?"

"Not everyone," cut in Sam. "A lot of the others say that they remember leaving after Thor came."

"It's weird how I don't remember that far. Only up until he came through the door."

Just as Sam was about to speak again, Natasha stole the opportunity. "Hey guys, so Bucky and I have been looking through missing persons files and criminal records for younger people in New York. We got lucky, and Bucky recognized one of the people."

"Who?" asked the Captain.

She turned the computer around to show a familiar face. Well, at least to Annabeth. "Her name's Lou Ellen."

Finished! Okay, so maybe I can keep up the chapter length. I'm all done with finals, so I have more time on my hands. Less homework, more time to write. I'll probably only update once a week, not because it takes me a week to write the chapter, but because I can only find the time to on the weekends. Weekdays, I usually have a load of homework to do. Remember to follow if you like it, and review too! I want to hear your opinions. Thanks to all of you who've already done that for the first chapter. I really appreciate it.