Characters: Black Widow/Natasha R. | Hawkeye/Clint B. | Captain America/Steve R. | Iron Man/Tony S. | Thor O. | Hulk/Bruce B. | Nick F. | Maria H. | Jane A. | Scarlet Witch/Wanda M. | Percy J. | Pepper P. | Sharon C.
Ships: Natasha/Clint, Tony/Pepper, Thor/Jane, Steve/Sharon
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August 18, 2014. Camp Half-Blood, USA.
It was my sixteenth birthday when everything went wrong. Damn prophecy of the gods. I was at camp, and I had been woken up by a loud scream. Which was not normal. I quickly grabbed Riptide, my sword/ballpoint pen, and raced outside. Annabeth was laying on the ground right outside, her gray eyes unseeing, her mouth open wide. It seemed as though she had been running towards my cabin when something had just straight up killed her. Anger coursed through my veins, but I was powerless as I watched every single camper suddenly fall to the ground, their screams dying on their tongues. Dead before they hit the floor. Then it was Chiron. Then Mr. D. And somehow, I knew that the other gods had also died. I was on my own.
I panicked. I turned and ran straight to the camp barrier, to where the van was parked. Eventually, thanks to my limited knowledge from the Stoll brothers, I hotwired it. I dug the fake drivers license they had procured for me from the passenger glove compartment and drove straight back to New York. Right back to my apartment.
Blood. That was the first thing I noticed as I crept inside. And then I nearly collapsed when I found a rotting body on the floor. Then another. My mom and Mr. Blofis had been robbed, and then murdered, from the looks of it a pretty long time ago. A single, strangled sob broke from my throat as I sank to the ground. I was really, truly on my own.
August 18, 2015. Stephen A. Schwarzman Building, New York, New York, USA. 09:03
"Hey kid! Get outta here!" were the words that greeted Percy Jackson when he woke up on his seventeenth birthday. One year since everything had gone wrong. Welp. Happy birthday to Percy. He grabbed the backpack that he managed to steal off a snobby looking rich kid a couple months ago that held all of his belongings and got ready for another day of walking aimlessly around New York, hoping someone would take pity on him.
This time, Percy took a risk and walked towards the more busy part of the city. He wound up near an unfamiliar skyscraper near the Empire State. It had a large A with the middle line being an arrow pointing forwards as its logo. Seeing a school group nearing it, Percy ducked into it.
His group walked inside the building, and he noticed the gasps of shock. Percy lets out his own as hed stared around. This place was really nice. He bet Annabeth would have a field day before she even got to the third floor if every single story was like this. The memory of his girlfriend jolted through him. He needed to find a way up to the top floor. Or the most important one, at least.
Scanning the room, and trying not to stare at the elaborate flashing screen on one wall showing random pictures of a group of people that he didn't really pay attention to, he found a nearby vent and shimmied his way into it.
August 18, 2015. Stark Tower, Floor 63. Tony Stark's Lab, 09:11
"Sir?" The crisp voice of JARVIS said, nearly causing Tony Stark to knock over a nearby Mark prototype. "There is a seventeen year old boy by the name of Perseus Jackson currently climbing up our vents. What action should I take?"
Tony yawned, stretching as he pushed his swivel chair away from his desk. "Show me the security feed."
He watched as the boy ducked into a school group, and then after pretending to gape at the lobby for a bit, slip away into a nearby closet, in which he climbed into the vents. Tony then flipped to the feed coming from the vents, showing this Jackson kid climbing up. According to the stamp in the right corner, he was nearing the fifth floor.
"Send Natashalie down there." he yawned. "And tell her to not engage, but bring little Perseus down there up to the common level."
"Alright, sir. Sending Agent Romanoff down the vents." JARVIS replied. Tony stood up and walked into the elevator, pressing the button for the common floor. He had a feeling that this kid was gonna be weird. And weird was his specialty.
August 18, 2015. Stark Tower, New York City, USA. 09:12. Floor 69, aka Natasha Romanoff's private level
Natasha was in the middle of beating the shit out of her fifth punching bag when JARVIS's crisp accent flooded her ears.
"Agent Romanoff, Mr. Stark is requesting that you deal with a boy currently making his way up the vents towards the common level. He asks that you not engage, but instead bring him up to the common level." There was a pause. "But you may threaten him as you feel necessary." the smooth voice added.
Natasha caught the bag and unwrapped her hands, her trademark smirk forming on her face. This would be fun.
August 18, 2015. Stark Tower, New York City, USA. 09:13. Somewhere around the 8th floor.
Percy was starting to sweat as he crawled through the vents. Apparently, the eighth floor needed a lot of heat in it. The seventh floor had been freezing. Now it was burning hot. He had just made it up to the ninth floor, which appeared to be an office building of some sort, when a knife whistled down the vents, taking a chunk of his hair with it. He instantly flattened himself to the side, praying that it had just been some weird...really weird mishap. Another one flew down, this time neatly slicing on of the straps on his backpack. This person was taunting him.
A lithe figure suddenly dropped down, landing soundlessy next to him. And scaring the shit out of him.
He reached for Riptide, but uncapping a two and a half foot sword while in a cramped vent probably wasn't the best idea. The way the light was shining, he could only see shortish curly red hair, and a black catsuit. A fellow thief?
"Perseus Jackson. You go by the name Percy. Camera footage shows you showing up at your mother and stepfather's apartment a year ago to find them dead. You've been wandering around the city for the past year. Oh, and Happy Birthday, by the way." a husky, female voice stated.
The figure brushed past him, giving him a glimpse of forest green eyes that seemed to emit danger. She took off the vent cover, and dropped down neatly.
"Come down kid, or you'll find a knife where the sun doesn't shine." she called up. Shuddering at the thought, Percy slowly dropped down onto the pristine white floor. Looking around, he saw that this floor was largely empty, save for a bunch of training equipment neatly lined up in a corner and a boxing ring in the center.
Looking at the woman, he saw that she was pretty young. She had red hair cut to about chin length, full lips, a collection of freckles dotting her cheeks, and those scary eyes. She was dressed in a black catsuit, with an eagle logo on both shoulders.
"Now that you've finished your staring, Tony McWhinypants Stark requests your presence up on the common floor. Why, I dunno. But he asked, and he said that I could threaten you, so here I am. C'mon, Perseus!" she finished, and turned to skip towards the elevator.
Confused, Percy followed the scary lady. He walked into an elevator, where immediately a machine shoved up into his face. "Perseus Jackson. Age seventeen, male. Son of Sally Jackson, with an unknown father. Approximately 125 pounds, 6 feet tall." a robotic voice announced.
Percy jumped. "What the hell?"
Lady Scaryface smirked. "Hey JARVIS." she smiled, walking in and standing next to him. Shaking his head, Percy focused on the counter. At the 75th floor, it stopped. Lady Scaryface led him out.
"So apparently, Tony saw something in this kid. Dunno why." she said, looking up at an air vent with a bored, disinterested look. "Clinton Francis Barton were you about to put sugar in my coffee?" she suddenly snarled. A man dropped down from the vents. He was dressed in a black vest, black pants, and black combat boots. He had sandy blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, and a sheepish smile on his face.
"Uhhh...maybe?" he offered. She rolled her eyes. "Get the rest of the team here. Let's deal with Perseus."
A/N: Well. Wasn't this something? This just...kind of popped out. I've been reading some of these stories, and in most of them, it shows Natasha as somebody who's mostly overpowered by Percy, and kind of weak. I think that even though Percy's a demigod, Natasha would be a fair, probably better person than he is in combat and other skills. So I decided to write my own. And to think I just wanted to start with one story!