Two Months later…

Percy swore that he was starting to get a migraine. Two months into this - frankly incredible, yet very frustrating - job and Tony is already driving him crazy. How Pepper managed to deal with it for years on end and yet still be so composed is amazing. The woman is a force of nature.

Back to the matter at hand, Tony was driving him up the wall.

"JARVIS, where's Tony?"

The AI responded with a cheeky tone, "I believe you already know where he is, Percy."

"Wrong answer J, you were supposed to lie to me and tell me he was getting ready to do his fucking job."

"I am an AI, Young Sir, I am incapable of lying."

"Liar."

"Perhaps."

Percy huffed a laugh before venturing down to the workshop, where he found Tony tangled up in a bunch of iron man armor pieces and barking orders at DUM-E, who was trying to pry them off.

Percy crossed his arms and cocked a hip, his foot tapping on the polished floor. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Tony jumped and winced as his arm twitched in an awkward angle, "Percy, how is my lovely, beautiful, assistant doing this morning?"

The teen scoffed, "Flattery will get you nowhere, Stark. You were supposed to be at that board meeting to introduce the new StarkPhone an hour ago."

Tony cursed, "In my defense…" Percy raised an eyebrow, ready to shoot down any excuse the billionaire has ready, "...yeah, I got nothing. But it's not like I can go to a board meeting with half of the armor stuck on me."

Percy rolled his eyes, "Oh, is that the problem?" Percy stalked over to where DUM-E was still trying to pry off the armor from Tony's form. He reached behind to find a button at the small of the armor's backplate, and pushed it, causing the armor to tumble to the floor, Tony with it as DUM-E let go of his arm.

The inventor spluttered from his place on the floor, "I - what? How long has that been there?"

The young man shrugged, "Since I put it there. You kept using 'I'm stuck in the armor!' as an excuse to not do your job. So I found a solution."

Tony looked like he was stuck between being impressed and upset that Percy managed to mess with the Iron Man armor, but as amusing as it was to see his face, Percy had better things to do today.

The teen grabbed the man's arm and preceded to pull him out of the workshop, "Now here's what you're going to do, you're gonna take a shower, with soap, you're going to dress like the CEO you are and Happy is driving you to that meeting. Then you are going to come home, and take a nap because I know for a fact you haven't been sleeping. Are we clear?"

The man just started up at the taller teen, blinking in surprise, "How can you be so caring and yet so terrifying at the same time? Did Pepper teach you that? I bet she did."

Percy shrugged, "It's a talent. Now go."

Tony groaned like a toddler being told to put down the toys, "Fine, Mom, I'm going." And off he went.

As soon as the genius disappeared around the corner, Percy sighed and slumped against the wall. Today had been a very long day. He had to get to work early in the morning because there had been a PR issue, someone had gotten a hold of a very provocative picture of Tony with a man from a very long time ago. Percy and Tony had a laugh about it in the end, because the press had already tried to leak it twenty years ago when it happened, and failed. And as funny as it was they were attempting - and failing - again, it was still a pain in the ass to deal with. Then he spent the rest of the day keeping Tony from the workshop and basically doing the man's job.

All in the day for Tony Stark's personal assistant.

He took a deep breath before pushing himself off the wall, straitening out his black button-up and rolling the sleeves back up to his elbows. He was just about to go and finish forging piles of paperwork for Tony when he ran into something warm, solid, and very much human. He almost fell to the ground when an arm suddenly looped around his waist, keeping him from tumbling to the ground. Almost like whoever just caught him was dipping him in a waltz.

He looked up and all he saw was blonde hair and bright blue eyes, "...Jason? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Who?" It took Percy several moments to realize that the hair was a little too dark to belong to his friend. The eyes too light.

It took Percy several more moments to realize that he was being cradled in the arms of Captain fucking America. He scrambled to get up and gained his composure again.

He cleared his throat, "Sorry about that, Captain Rogers, I wasn't looking where I was going."

The Captain stayed silent for a few moments before shaking his head, "I - uh - it's fine, neither was I. Are you ok?"

The corner of Percy's lips quirked in a slight smile, "Yeah, I'm all good, thanks to you."

Rogers flushed a little as he stumbled over his words, "I-It's really no problem."

"Why are you back so early? Tony said you went on your own little field trip of discovery."

Rogers blinked at him, "You know Tony?"

Percy chuckled, "I wouldn't be standing in his penthouse if I didn't."

"Oh - right, that, that makes sense."

The teen laughed again, "No worries. So why are you back?"

"I noticed SHIELD was following me around. Besides I missed home. It's not Brooklyn, and definitely nowhere near what New York was like in my time, then again neither am I. I guess it's still…familiar, in a sense. You know?

"Yeah, I get it," Percy said wistfully, thinking back to growing up in New York and visiting that small Cabin in Montauk every summer, and later Camp Half-Blood.

Rogers' voice cut off his thoughts, "Besides, who better to get me acclimated to the Twenty-first Century than the man who practically built it?"

"Don't tell him you said that, the man has a big enough ego already. I've made a lot of progress in deflating it and I don't need you to ruin that." The teen said, partially joking.

Rogers let out a laugh, "True."

The moment was broken when Percy's watch beeped, he cursed, "Captain Rogers, I'm really sorry but I have to go. We're already super behind for the day and I need to get Tony's pre-meeting coffee before he has a fit…again. See you around." Then he spun around and left, unknowingly leaving the Captain in a flustered mess.

"C-Call me Steve!"

The demigod turned back around and gave the older man a smile, "Percy." And he was gone.

Percy sighed as he tiredly stumbled into his apartment, a small, dinky little place in a building that's somewhat close to the tower. With Percy's multi-thousand dollar paycheck every week (Tony is very generous when it comes to paying his personal employees), he probably could afford a penthouse on the Upper-East side, but he likes this place. It reminds him of the small apartment Percy and his mom lived in before she moved to a nicer house with Paul and Estelle. Plus it's the closest he could get to the tower, just in case Tony needed him when Percy was off.

He threw his keys onto the table next to the door and stumbled right to the couch, too exhausted from his day of meetings to care about sleeping in his bed, and gracelessly fell over the arm. He was out in seconds.

But then, Morpheus decided to fuck with his mind.

He was surrounded by darkness, stifling even tho it seemed to go on for miles.

He heard a quiet voice whisper right next to his ear with a taunting giggle, "Percy…"

A new voice whispered in his other ear, this one sounding more male, "Perseus…"

The darkness started to crack, revealing dark red flames that seemed to seep right through, the fire got bigger, and the darkness started falling away like broken glass.

The voices came back in unison, from a whisper to a loud roar, "You didn't think you could get away from us, did you?"

The darkness crumbled, revealing, revealing…oh no.

Percy bolted up in a cold sweat, dark chuckles, and manic cackles echoing in his mind as he tried to catch his breath.

One last whisper, "We will see you soon, demigod…"

The demigod flopped back and stared at the ceiling, "Fuck."