Pepper Potts

Death is no more than passing from one room to another. But there's a difference for me, you see. Because in the next room, I will be able to see.

-Helen Keller

What is death? I had watched people die, two girls to be precise. One was shot and stabbed, while the other was decapitated. Jason had killed himself to be with the one he loved. Percy hadn't. I was proud that he didn't.

"Percy! It's six! Time for our walk!" I called out, and he jogged into the living room in track pants and a t-shirt. It was getting colder, and soon, it would start to snow.

We walked around Central Park, and dropped by a different cafe. Today was a very nice French bakery. We had breakfast, and talked for the most part. Today was like any other day.

"Before we fought in the war, I went and bought this for Annabeth." he pulled a blue box out of his pocket.

"Is that a Tiffany box?" I asked, and he opened it, revealing a beautiful diamond bracelet.

"I meant to give it to her, but I couldn't." He said, and handed it to me, "I want you to have it."

"What? Me? But this was for-"

"She can't wear it now. Not anymore, and you're the closest thing to family that actually wears diamonds so..." he trailed off. I nodded,

"I would be happy to wear this." I said, and slid it onto my wrist. "Thank you, Percy." I said, and he just smiled at me.

Once we arrived back at Stark Towers, he left me to go swimming. I would have joined him, but he had said he needed time to think. I felt like I had to take time to think as well.

"Percy? There was a family member of yours at the tower yesterday." I said, he raised an eyebrow,

"What kind of family member?"

"She said her name was Aphrodite-"

"Damn it!" He growled,

"What's wrong?"

"They've found me. That, or she's keeping secrets from the rest of the family. What did she tell you?" He said,

"She showed us many different things. Like your tragic romantic life." I said, and he put his head down,

"Can't I ever get any peace? Did she say anything else?"

"That your family misses you."

Natasha Romanof

Percy, Clint, and I were out for coffee. Simple as that, but a bit complicated. You see, you can't have three highly classified spies sit down for coffee without something happening. In this case, it was Percy's phone buzzing. He showed us the message after reading it.

You have been neglectful of your work.

We need the Governor of Michigan disposed of. Do not interrogate, and it must look natural.

Don't fail.

Clint whistled,

"They're coming down like hawks. Ha... did nobody get my joke?"

"That's not really a joke..." I said, and Percy looked pale,

"Well, I guess I have to go." I grabbed his arm,

"Wait, think this through. Is it worth it?"

"I'm sorry 'Tasha, I can't say no. Orders are orders, and you know that." He said, and grabbed his coffee, and left. I felt bad for him, he was like a lost puppy. Following orders for little benefit.

"Clint, I'm gonna go with him." I said, but he shook his head,

"This is Percy's war. We can't interfere." He said, and calmly sipped his iced black coffee. I knew he was right, we weren't supposed to interfere with a mission.

I hoped he would be okay.

Perseus Jackson

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Michigan. Why did it have to be all the way in Michigan? I was super tired, and only had a very inconvenient glock with me. Natural... I knew how to make things look natural.

Stepping foot in Michigan was like walking into a freezer. It was horribly cold.

I hailed a cab to a nice hotel and got a room. Setting up my laptop, I started looking up the guy's information. I just loved the Internet, you could look anyone and anything up, and get whatever you needed.

Willson Davis, 55, he lived a few minutes from where I was staying. How convenient.

I thought about Pepper, what would she be thinking? I did kind of disappear, but this was my job, and I stuck by the rules.

The dude was fifty-five, so I would slip him ten milliliters of Cor Spissamentum, my handy dandy heart attack creator. It's name was literally Latin for heart stopper.

I walked out of the hotel, and meandered through the streets of Michigan. I didn't even bother remembering the county or city I was in. I gave myself an imaginary pat on the shoulders for wearing my winter suit. It was freezing.

I walked into a McDonalds to grab something to eat.

"Er, one small black coffee, and large fries please." I said, and swiped my credit card. Soon, my food came out. If you could call it food.

I sat down in a booth, and tore open two packets of ketchup. Then, I started scrolling through my texts.

There were a few from Pepper, and some from my bosses. Stuff about how I had three days, and that I was called to Head Quarters afterwards.

I munched on an over-cooked, way too greasy fry, staring into space. The bell on the door jingled, and I looked up, it was a family. The parents both had dark brown hair. The mom had, what looked like a kindergarten girl, holding her hand. The dad had a toddler in his arms, and was messing with the kid's hat.

They ordered some food, and sat down in the booth next to me. I didn't look over. I didn't have to, but I listened instead.

"Samantha, do you want to sit with Mommy or Daddy?" the mom asked,

"I wanna sit with Claire! I'm gonna be the greatest big sister ever!" she exclaimed, I lightly chuckled. They seemed to be so happy.

The girl got a kids meal, and the parents shared fries. They laughed and joked around with each other, like any traditional family would.

The little girl looked straight at me,

"Hi! I'm Samantha!" she said, I grinned,

"I'm Percy." her dad raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything,

"Why are you in a suit?"

"I'm a business man, I work for a big company." I lied, and I could feel her parents' eyes boring into me.

"What company?"

"Do you know a place called Stark Industries?" I asked, she nodded excitedly,

"Tony Stark is my hero!" She exclaimed, and her dad frowned at me,

"What do you do there?" he asked, were all people from Michigan so interpersonal?

"I'm in the inner circle with Tony and Ms. Potts. I help them getting information, and getting their work done." I said, sipping my coffee. He nodded,

"That's good son, way to jump start your life. You seem like a good guy, Percy, right?" I nodded,

"Yes, thank you." I said, and the mom spoke up,

"So, do you live here?" she asked,

"No ma'am, I'm just here on vacation. Taking a break, and seeing some snow." I lied again. She seemed to like the story,

"Are you visiting anyone? Family, friends, a loved one?" she asked,

"Er, I'm just a loner." I said, and she nodded. I looked at my Tiffany watch (courtesy of Pepper) and sighed, go time. "It was great meeting you guys, um." I fished out a piece of paper and wrote down my name and number. "I'll be here for three more days. Bye!" I waved, and the family waved at me.

1900 hours, or seven PM. I disabled a few security cameras and climbed the back wall of the Governor's mansion. Quietly opening a window, I lightly stepped into a room on the second floor.

I found the master suite quickly, and looked around, no drinkable liquids. There was a scotch cabinet, but there were like, sixteen different bottles. I slipped into the living room and heard dinner being finished. The dude was pretty old right? Don't old men usually have a glass of Scotch after dinner? Or was it tea?

A maid holding an ornate tray walked over to the stairs and climbed up. I silently followed her, and she gave me my information,

"Mr. Davis will be having his tea alone tonight." she said to another maid. The blonde set the tray down on a coffee table next to the bed, and poured a glass. Then, she left.

I seized the chance and flew into the room, poured the ten milliliters, and sat down in the darkest corner of the room.

A few minutes later, the old man walked in, and undid his tie. He sipped his tea and opened a novel.

Ten minutes, he flipped a few pages.

Nine minutes, another sip, light a cigar.

Eight minutes, puff, and make smoke rings.

Seven minutes, read a bit more and finish the tea.

Six minutes, take the itchy jacket off.

Five minutes, scratch chin a bit, and take shoes off.

Four minutes, go to the liquor cabinet and choose a bottle, pour.

"Hello sir." I said quietly, walking out of my corner. He looked up,

"Ah... I knew they'd send someone for me. Well young man, get it over with. I know too much to be allowed to live."

"..." I didn't respond.

"You're quite young to be one of their assassins. I was one once. Don't make my mistake and let them lead you. Leave when you can, and never go back. Find yourself a woman, start a family, forget about your secret life, and live on. Don't let the A5 Intelligence hold you from your life. You hear boy?"

He jolted, and slumped over the table. I walked over and checked his pulse, silent.

"I'll try, sir."

I walked back to my hotel and took a shower. When I got out, I called my bosses,

"The mission has successfully been carried out."

"Good. The money has been wired, we expect to see you in a few days."

"Yes sir." I said, and hung up.

The next few days were okay. I had dinner with the Gordon's (the McDonalds family) on my second day, and they seemed pretty cool. I grew attached to Samantha and Claire, and promised to visit soon. Another lie.

Washington D.C. was my next destination.

Walking out of the airport, I was greeted by four people in suits. They saluted me, and I copied. I was led to a black car, and we drove to the Pentagon.

Then, I walked to the elevator that would take me down eight floors to the Elite Underground. I know, I'm just that awesome.

"Welcome, Mr. Jackson." An old man said as I sat down,

"Thank you for having me, sir." I replied, and he nodded. There were four others, a woman and three men. My bosses.

"Mr. Jackson, it has come to our knowledge that you are in the custody of Tony Stark."

"Yes, sir."

"The Council has decided that you may stay with him, seeing as that it does not do any harm. But, your work will continue on until we see fit." A man said, their faces were hidden in the shadows.

"We wish to speak about your health, Mr. Jackson. It seems that you have a severe case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and you have depression. Frequent anxiety attacks, and trauma. These are a few of a long list of inconveniences. We might have to dismiss you from your duties should your symptoms worsen."

"That is all." they said,

"Thank you." I said, and left.

Once I got to the ground level, I felt weird. Suddenly, I felt my lungs constrict, and I couldn't breathe, and I collapsed. People came towards me,

"Sir?!"

"Kid?! Are you alright?!"

"Somebody call an-" My tie was loosened, and someone pressed my chest a few times. I gasped, and sudden relief rushed into my lungs.

"Are you alright kid?" The man asked, propping me up. I coughed a bit,

"Yes, thank *cough* you." I said as they walked me over to a chair. I was handed a paper cup with water, and looked at weirdly. One of the interns looked like she was going to burst,

"What's a kid like you doing in the Pentagon?" she asked, I raised an eyebrow,

"I work here."

"No, like, are you an intern? Or are you like, someone's kid?" She asked, the question was accompanied by a few curious looks.

"I work here. See." I pulled my ID out,

Agent Perseus Jackson, 17

Classified Level 12 T.S.A.A.

Floor Negative 16

Some whistled, and others looked in awe.

"You're on a negative level? Wow."

"So, what's a T.S.A.A.?" The intern asked,

"I don't think I should tell you that. Not unless you want to be potentially terrified of a seventeen year old." She smiled at me,

"I think I can handle it." She said confidently.

"T is for Tracker, S is for Spy, A is for Agent, and A... is for Assassin." I said, and her eyes widened,

"Um... well. I-That's... cool!" She said, backing away. Murmurs shot through the crowd, and I stood up,

"Excuse me, I have a plane to catch." And I parted the hordes of people like Moses and the Red Sea.

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2 Weeks Later...

Pepper and I were out for our morning walk when we ran into Thor and Jane. Awkward was the understatement of the century.

Thor Odinson

I ran into Perseus and Lady Pepper when I was out with Jane. We exchanged cordial greetings, and a bit more. Jane seemed to forgive Perseus now, but I did not trust him.

I thought back to what my father had told me about him. How he was a hero, a saviour, and a lover. I scoffed, right now he was a villain, a murderer, and a cold hearted ass.

Something felt amiss that day. Jane had predicted a storm, but I felt it was something from another wolrd. A supernatural wrinkle forming. The wind picked up, and the sky quickly darkened. A bolt of blue light shot down from the heavens in front of us. The light receded, and there, standing in front of us was...

DUN DUN DUUUN!

Ok, so people who are angry with how I write, the next chapter will have:

- Tony and Percy fluff

- Avengers and Percy fluff (subtle)

- SPECIAL CHARACTER and Percy fluff

I'm not kidding you guys like, worship this special character. The beginning-middle might be slow moving, but bear with me! It's taking a happy turn, so no hate please!

Thanks!

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