Percy POV

After pizza and making small talk to the team, Tony showed me where the phone was. JARVIS. Apparently he 'forgot' to tell me that I could have called my mum ages ago if I had just asked JARVIS.

I went back to my room for privacy before calling her,

"Hey mum," I said anxiously once I heard her pick up.

"Percy! Where are you?" she asked and I could hear the tears in her voice, "I have only seen you for a few hours since you got back."

The emotion from the day I have had suddenly overcame me and I sobbed into the phone, "I'm sorry mum, I couldn't save you. The people that did kidnapped me and now I have to join another world saving team."

"Oh Percy," I heard her sigh, "I understand. I'm sorry about what happened; there is nothing you could have done."

"I should have gone with you when you went to get your bag!"

"Percy, listen to me," she exclaimed, "Don't worry. I'm fine, Paul got home and he can't wait to see you again. I understand if you can't but please come and see us as soon as you can. We have some big news."

"I will mum; I think I'm going to come home tomorrow to pick up some stuff. I'll see you tomorrow, I want some sleep." I told her, "Love you."

"I love you too honey, I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well," she said softly, hanging up the phone.

My emotions still heightened, I lay down on the bed in a ball and cried, "I miss you Annabeth."

-PJO/A-

"Sir, Mister Rogers requests your presence in the kitchen," I again woke up to the sound of JARVIS.

I signed, sitting up and shaking my head to rid it of the nightmares of last night. Quickly putting on some black jeans and a white t-shirt I found in the wardrobe I walked out the door to go meet Steve.

"Percy," he exclaimed once he saw me enter the kitchen, "I thought you might want to go and get your belongings from your house this morning, and see your mother of course."

I smiled brightly at the idea, "Sounds good. Where is breakfast?" I asked, looking round the large room and many cupboards for some cereal. Gods, I should stop talking to Demeter...

"There are some pop tarts here," Steve told me, passing me the box.

I saw the label and smiled, blueberry.

"Thanks, can we eat on the way? I really want to see my mum. I haven't seen her in ages." I asked.

"You were with her yesterday, but yes we can leave now. Do you want to walk or drive?" he asked me, walking towards the elevator.

"I haven't seen her for eight months other than yesterday. Can we walk?"

"Oh, how come you haven't seen her?" Steve asked, looking at me with curiosity.

"Yes," a voice from the elevator drawled, "I would like to know that as well."

Loki.

Dam.

"Family problems."

Sadly this only seemed to make Loki more curious.

"I'm coming with you," the god at the elevator told me, leaving no room for argument.

I just signed and looked at Steve, "DO we have to take the elevator?" I asked.

"I'm sorry Percy," He looked at me sadly, "There aren't and stairs, Tony was telling the truth. If you don't mind me asking, why don't you like elevators?"

"Bad experiences." I told him, reluctantly walking to the elevator.

"I'm bored, come mortal, I shall teleport us down," Loki told me, grabbing my forearm.

"Are you su-"I heard Steve start to say before I was teleported into the lobby.

I wrenched my arm from his grip and glared at him.

"Come, we shall teleport straight to your mothers," Loki said, trying to grab my arm again.

I quickly stepped back and sent him another glare, "We are waiting for Steve... shorty."

"Shorty?" He asked ludicrously. I just stepped closer, making my 6'4" height obvious to him. He just let out an exasperated sigh and leaned against the wall as we waited for Steve.

The elevators finally opened and Steve came rushing out, "Percy! Are you okay?" he asked, checking me over.

"I'm fine, it's just teleporting." I told him, smiling so he could see I was fine.

"What do you mean 'just teleporting'?" A voice from behind me asked.

I froze, "Umm, I mean... Uh... Let's go to my mum's!" I exclaimed, dragging him and Steve out of the building behind me.

-PJO/A-

"Mum! Paul! I'm home," I called as I opened the door to the apartment.

"Percy! Are you okay?" she asked, then glared at Loki and Steve, "They didn't do anything did they?"

"Gods mum, I'm fine. Why is everyone asking me that...? They are fine, don't worry. They are the good guys." I told her reassuringly.

"Come on, I made you breakfast in case you decided to come over this early, do your kidnappers want any?" she asked them with a laugh and a glare.

Steve blushed and started stuttering whilst Loki looked at my mum with a new interest. I chose to ignore them both when I smelt waffles and pancakes from the other room, and they were blue!

"So, these are the kidnappers your mother was telling me about," I heard Paul sternly address Steve and Loki from behind me.

I was too busy eating waffles to help them out and Steve was mumbling excuses about Russian assassins and angry bosses. After a while of Steve awkwardly addressing Paul and apologising as my mother stood behind his back and laughed, I decided to step in.

"Hey Paul, it's been a while. What was the big news you wanted to tell me?" I asked; deciding distraction was the best tactic.

"Oh yeah! Percy sit down, we have some big news," Paul told me, taking a seat opposite and looking at me nervously.

My mother sat next to him and took my hands in hers, "well Percy, I'm pregnant," she told me, a large grin on her face.

I heard Steve quietly excuse himself and then drag Loki after him when Loki made no notion of moving.

"That's great mum! Do you know how long it will be?" I asked, "And is it a boy or a girl? Can I name him/her? Can we call her-"

"Percy," my mum laughed, cutting me off, "I'm due in about six months, and it's a girl. And of course you can name her, do you have any ideas?"

"Well," I started, looking at my hands, "I want to name the girl... Annie. I know it would have meant a lot to her."

"Oh Percy! My poor baby," she said softly, giving me a hug.

"I'm sorry Percy, your mother told me. I know how much she meant to you," Paul told me.

"Yeah she did," I looked at my camp necklace, remembering the ring. My mother noticed where I was looking and her face broke even more.

"Percy... I'm so sorry," she told me, hugging me closer.

"Mum, I want you to have it. When the baby comes I want you to give her the ring," I told her.

"Of course honey."

We stayed there for a few more minutes before my mum said the others might be getting worried.

"I'll help you pack your stuff Percy," Paul said, leading me out the room.

I didn't have much to pack; I never had the chance to unpack when I got home. I just grabbed the bag I had packed at camp half-blood and walked to the door.

"I'll make sure I come and see you guys soon," I told Paul and my mum. They smiled and I waved as I closed the door behind me.

"You have a nice family Percy." Steve told me.

"Yeah... I do."

-PJO/A-

Chapter 9!

Oh my gods, earlier today I realised why Connor and Travis have the last name Stoll. It's because it sounds like 'stole'. I NEVER REALISED! (I either shattered your world, or you think I'm an idiot)

QOTU - Would you ever get a tattoo? What of?

I would get a tattoo if it was important. I'm going to get ones of the dates I face my fears.

Hello Bob (and small bob)