NIXON

Most of the kids in the high school had already left but there was one kid sitting alone in the courtyard. The boy had crazy blonde hair and familiar green eyes. He sat under a tree on the front lawn with a large book in his lap.

"You're late," He said as Percy approached. Percy smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Sorry little man, I got held up. Will a bowl of ice cream make it better?" Percy offered. The kid grinned and stood up.

"Definitely!" he said. Percy offered his hand to the boy, who returned the favor by flipping Percy over his shoulder.

"Nixon! I will call your mother!" Percy threatened. The kid, Nixon, laughed.

"No, you won't! You'll get in just as much trouble as me!"

Percy chuckled and slung an arm around Nixon's shoulder.

"Dad, you know you're being followed, right?" Percy tensed and the Avengers sucked in their breaths. Son? Thor looked as if he were about to faint; his face was bright red and he looked constipated. In other words, he looked like a fangirl. Percy moved Nixon behind his back and slipped the pen from his pocket.

"Who's there?" He called. The avengers all exchanged a worried glance.

"Retreat?" Clint signed. Tony nodded frantically and rushed back towards the tower, leaving the others no choice but to follow.

"Well, they just left so I guess we're good now," the mysterious kid shrugged casually. Percy nodded reluctantly.

"As if. After today, I don't think anything's a coincidence. Let's go straight home." He laid one hand on Nixon's shoulder and lead him away. Natasha looked over as she ran to watch them, and saw Percy doing the same.

(Back to 1st person POV)

I was tense the entire walk home. It was one thing for me to be followed, it was another thing for me to be followed to my son's school.

"Dad, chill out." Nixon smiled with his mouth full of ice cream. I rolled his eyes but my loose on Nixon's shoulder loosened. I had wanted to go straight to the house but Nixon's puppy dog eyes were impossible and he has a way with words and BOOM now he had ice cream. I grew nervous as they approached the Jackson household. Part of me was awaiting the inevitable pain of a judo-flip but a larger part of me couldn't wait to get back to my wife. While I was busy staring off into the sun like the seaweed brain I am, Nixon took out his key and opened the door.

"Mom! We're home!" He called. He smirked humorously before disappearing into the kitchen.

"PERSEUS ACHILLES JACKSON!"

Hear that? That's the sound of my freedom dying.

"Hey, Wise girl..." I scratched the back of my neck. Annabeth appeared in the entry way. Her shoulder length blonde curls bounced in a way that I could only describe as dangerously. Her fiery grey eyes glared daggers into my skull. One hand punched me in the face, the other rested over her swollen belly.

"Percy, what the Hades were you thinking?" She asked.

"Ow!" I replied, rubbing my bruised cheek. Nixon threw a small chunk of ambrosia at my face, which hit me in the eye and actually hurt by the way. "Thanks Nix, you're a big help!"

As he laughed, Annabeth yanked me forward for a hug and kissed me for a second longer than it was comfortable for Nixon to watch.

"Guyyys!" He whined. Annabeth pulled away and eyed me carefully.

"Someday you'll be kissing, it won't be so gross then," she said. I laughed but Nixon didn't find the humor.

"Whatever." He huffed and went off to his bedroom. As soon as he was gone, the glare returned to Annabeth's eyes.

"I should have known. Only you can make an aquarium job into something that involves the Avengers," she chided softly.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I'm just special," I said.

She rolled her eyes and kissed me again. "Now tell me everything that happened."

I sighed and motioned towards the living room. We were still baby proofing everything, so electrical cords were laying around the room, ready to put out of reach. I helped Annabeth sit get comfortable on the couch and sat next to her with her legs resting on my lap. I began to massage her feet as I recounted the past day.

Annabeth listened intently, only interrupting to mutter something about my idiocy every few minutes or roll her eyes. I knew Nixon was listening; I could hear the floorboards creaking in the hallway outside his door. I finished talking and waited for her to say something.

"Does this mean I can call uncle Magnus?" Nixon asked, stepping into the room. He sat down on the couch and used my arm as his pillow. I looked to Annabeth.

"No, he's busy with some kind of Valkyrie problem. He probably won't be able to help anyway. Thor won't do us any good; he's just a giant baby Jason." She paused. "We'll just play this as it goes. I'm sure your boss won't mind if you only worked part time."

I exchanged a glance with Nixon. "So I'm going to be an Avenger?"

Annabeth nodded, taking a notebook from seemingly out of nowhere. "I'll talk to Chiron, Sally, and the Hermes cabin tomorrow to make you a backstory they won't think to question. We'll need to make a story to explain your scars and PTSD," she said, writing furiously.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, growing bored.

"Nothing; I don't trust you to do this. Take a nap or something."

Geez, really feeling the love. Nixon stuck his tongue out at me. Does nobody in my family love me? Nixon moved to the kitchen table and started his homework. I decided to take Annabeth's advice, but my sleep was interrupted by four hollow knocks at the door.