…Weep For The Future…

Author's note/Warning: This is a Yaoi story as in male x male. The pairing is Steve Rogers X Tony Stark. If it offends you, you might want to turn back now. For those that don't mind that, I hope you enjoy the story. All reviews are appreciated.

P.S: Welcome to the Greek mythology, where every God and Goddess are real douchebags! Be warned of the first chapter! This story takes place in ancient Greece but it's in no way historically accurate! Its main concern is about Olympian Gods and the creatures of that time period! It is Monsters/Gods AU that no one asked for but got anyway, so Enjoy!

Even Gods could feel pain… Tony wishes they couldn't.

After catching his wife cheating on him with his brother; Tony decided that enough is enough and left Mountain Olympus for good. What Tony didn't count on was falling in love with someone who was just like him, misunderstood, and hated for what he was.

Hephaestus Tony x Medusa Steve AU that no one asked for (And no one expected) but got anyway.

Disclaimer: I will only say this once. I don't own anything and make no profit from this story.


Chapter 1


Hephaestus, Hephaestus…

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Anton always hated that name…

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Hephaestus, Hephaestus

A name Anton hated for as long as he can remember, for the name was not the one he lived with, was not the one he chose, or the one his adopted family called him with. Hephaestus… such a funny name, now, that Anton starts thinking about it, a cursed name the Olympians bestowed on him without the God knowing about it (No, not a God, Anton was never a God in his fellow immortals' eyes, he was just collateral damage from one of Zeus and Hera's fights). It was almost funny, it was laughable really, how much of a fool Anton was to believe that he was accepted by them, accepted by the ones he called 'family' and 'friends'.

Anton used to pride himself on his mortal emotions, the mortal emotions that came from him being raised on the island of Lemnos with his loving adopted family who accepted him as he was… Normal, boring, limping fool, who doesn't possess any divine beauty like his siblings and real parents… Anton prided himself in his emotions, among the stone-faced, impassive Gods who spent their unlimited time wearing masks around others; so determined to prove they were as perfect as the marble statues humans made of them. Statues that told stories that were farther from the truth, even when some of the stories held some facts.

Long ago, Anton (The name those who loved him bestowed upon him) gazed upon his mirror and was content that he could live life with the ability to feel and express himself as he wanted, uncaring as to how his siblings and parents found him ugly and a laughing joke, just because he looked like a... a mortal.

Yet, now, Anton wished he could feel nothing at all. To be caged in ice was better than suffering through the fire, which Anton was famous for. And how the pain ached like fire, flicking and burning at the very pit of his stomach; how Anton's heart grew too heavy for his body and sunk like a stone. Now, as Anton stares at the mirror, dull (Boring, Normal; Mortal) brown eyes bore into his soul, and Anton saw how his soul looked; it looked like charcoal and dust.

What pains Anton the most was that he was the laughing joke for a long time without him noticing; he was made the fool before the immortal even knew why people were laughing with him… no not with him, at him… for a long time, Anton (Hephaestus, he allowed the Olympian to call him by this name, allowed them to change him, to decide for him, hoping… just hoping he would be accepted) thought that he was finally accepted back home. Anton finally knew who his parents were, knew about his Mother's betrayal, and he got his Father's (Can Anton even call Zeus his Father when the God didn't even have a hand in conceiving him? Or were these stories also false and not true?) blessing; Anton was even blessed to be the husband of the beautiful Aphrodite.

Anton thought he finally had it all, he thought that he was finally accepted; it even looked like he was when the other Gods and Goddesses would come and smile happily at him, enchanted by his creations and asking him (Always asking him for what their hearts' desired, no matter how impossible it was to make... they never asked Anton what he desired and wanted and how their constant requests would affect him… he should have known then) to make their dreams true.

Anton was the fool here he should have known, but he didn't; it wasn't until he saw him… Helios… the titan came to Anton one day when his chariot needed replacement. The titan came, but could not look Anton in the eyes (The two of them were close, especially when the titan always came in to see how Anton fared) it was with Anton's insistence, with Anton's middling, that Anton knew what got the titan so uncomfortable, unlike the composed persona he was.

To this day Anton wished he never asked, Anton wished he never knew, for now… now the veil that kept Anton in ignorance disappeared, and with its disappearing, what Anton realized, what he saw and heard, could not be unseen and unheard once more.

Anton could finally see the Gods as who they truly were; Anton could finally see the mocking looks on the other Gods' faces when they saw him and how they spoke about him behind his back. It hurts to hear the giggling whispers of 'Of course, it wouldn't last.' and 'Aphrodite is too good for him.' and the famous one 'Do you think he knows?'

Anton knew; he knew it was true and what Helios told him was nothing but the truth. But it hurt… it hurt like Apollo's sword was stabbing through his stomach. But still, Anton stayed quiet and listened as they talked; hoping that someday (Any day now) someone would stand up for him. Just one person would be fine. Just one person would be enough for Anton; just one to stop his heart from breaking and burning with hate, hurt, and rage… The words he searched for never came neither did that person he wished for.

Time wasn't the healing spell the mortals described it as. It was destructive, it brought along pain and suffering, it was as inevitable as Persephone going back to Hades, and it was as inevitable as Svetlana (His beloved and wife) finding another… another who has what Anton does not, what Anton lacks and will always lack. Thinking about it now, Anton realized how stupid he was; how a fool he was for not looking deeply into his interaction with his fellow immortals.

First came the pain; pain and hurt like no other. His beloved wife was choosing another when Anton was right here; he always was here. Then came acceptance for who was Anton to be mad at his wife? Svetlana was just so much more than Anton could ever be, and it was her job to spread the love of all kinds. Anton counted all the reasons he was in the wrong; it was all Anton was doing other than hiding himself in his workshop and letting the hot suffocating fire blow in his face. He was wrong because he was not a good husband, he was wrong because he was not beautiful or handsome like the other Gods; Anton was wrong because he was not even good for 'just sex'. He was wrong because he was born this way (Deform, normal… dull) He was wrong because he was Hephaestus.

Time could not change that, as it had already decided to cruelly leave Anton behind. It left him behind when his mother threw him off Olympus; it left him when Anton nearly drowned if it was not for Oceanid Eurynome and the Nereid Thetis, the loving nymphs who rescued Anton and adopted him as their son, raising him and teaching him about life, encouraging him when no one would, praising him when he first took the hammer and creating beauty with it. Time left Anton when Zeus decided to marry Anton to his wife while giving him false hope of Anton being loved by her and Anton having a place on Mountain Olympus (And was that not Aphrodite's job? Giving whatever type of love someone desires?)

Sometimes when no one was looking and Anton was all alone drowning in his loneliness; Anton escaped to a world in his mind. In this alternate reality, Anton was beautiful. So beautiful that Hera (Who would not look at him even after years of being on Olympus) would not throw him away. Anton kept indulging himself, desperately living in a world that was not his own. Then there was another heart-shattering truth Anton learned (While living in this strange world) about beauty, the more beautiful it is, the harder it is to let go of it.

Anton did not let a single soul hear the thoughts in his head. He just kept to himself and willed the words into papers that Anton hid away from the world, burning them in his workshop, hoping the smoke would take his wish with it. The world could laugh, mock, jeer, and guffaw, but they do not get to know what Anton said. The day Anton was thrown off the mountain; the world had lost its right to know Anton's heart.

On a kind day, when he finally got tired of the smiling smug faces and the laughing eyes; Anton joined Hades and his queen and they conversed. Hades was a kind, understanding God, albeit misunderstood (Just like half of the Gods and titans the Olympian Gods hated for some unknown reasons) the coldness around Hades was not a threat, simply a part of who Brutus was. With his kind dark eyes, the God of the underworld stood by Anton's side as they gazed upon the river of Styx. Cruel and inappropriate as it might be, jealousy flared in Anton's chest as he gazed at the dead men and women that floated past them.

That day, Anton had asked Brutus if Gods could die; Anton remembered how still Hades became (Anton to this day believed that Hades knew the answer), and then Brutus gave him a look before wrapping his cold hands around Anton's body. The embrace of death was not unpleasant; it did not feel suffocating and deadly or disgusting. It was the warmest Anton had ever been; the warmest hug since Anton arrived at Mountain Olympus.

Finally, the anger and rage hit him one day as he woke up and cried; Anton cried and screamed and snarled, finally tired of what he had become and what his supposed family turned him to be. Anton gazed at what once was his safe haven; dust had gathered because he could not find the motivation to clean it, metal tools were thrown in every direction, and the fire that had never been put out ever since Anton appeared was nothing but freezing coal.

It was this sight that finally woke Anton of his little depressed charade. Part of him was enraged at himself; enraged and angry that Anton had fallen so low, that the immortal neglected what was and would always be part of him. With that, Anton finally found himself able to get out of bed, wandering around like his workshop, blank eyes that slowly filled with fire as Anton searched for anything that would give him what he desired the most… that was until he found it, the perfect revenge.

The Gods stared at him with disgust, when Anton finally left his workshop, not that Anton cared, for the man raised his head and glared at whoever dared to look him in the eye. On one occasion, Anton crossed the road with Hera; what surprised Anton the most was Maaria looking at him intensely, before his mother gave a satisfied grin and walked away, leaving Anton staring at the back of his mother with confusion.

Hephaestus… was a name that Anton was ashamed of; The God with the lame features and the scent of fire, smoke, and charcoal. The immortal that sympathized with humans and who ridicule the Gods for their decisions when they meddle with the mortals' world, dealing punishment to innocent people who did not deserve it; the imperfect immortal who day after day was turning out to be more mortal than the humans themselves… What a funny joke… Anton snarled as he hammered the gold trying to thin it, before letting it cool, his mind was already planning how to wave the gold into an unbreakable net…

Hephaestus... What a hateful name; a name that caged Anton in a life he never thought he would have, a name that drowns Anton with its weight of expectations, turning Anton into what he hates the most. This was about to change though, for Anton was done playing nice with the other Gods; Anton was done listening and keeping his head down hoping everyone would see him for who he was.

It was time for Hephaestus to die and for Anton to rise once again…


"I will spend my day in the workshop, dear wife." Anton smiled at his wife, Svetlana, the one who stabbed him in the back. As much as Anton was angry, as much as he raged and snarled and screamed; as much as the blacksmith wanted to pull the woman by her hair and shake her asking her why. Anton would never be like Zeus; Zeus who raised his hand when he was too drunk, Zeus who had no regard about punishing Anton, his son, because the foolish son decided to go and protect his mother from her drunk husband.

Svetlana smiled gently when she heard those words, and Anton had to bite his tongue so hard that he tasted blood; of course, his dear wife would be happy; after all, this was the first time Anton had left their villa in a month, which prevented her from reuniting with her lover. "I see; I hope you will enjoy your time there." His wife… no, Anton should not be thinking of Svetlana as his wife, she had lost that title when she decided to lay with his brother (The dear brother Anton always held in a high place)

"Oh, I will, dear Aphrodite." Anton smiled. This time his smile was mocking and amused, not that Aphrodite knew about it, not when her attention had already turned to something else, leaving Anton to his thoughts as he left his palace. "Tell me when the net is secured," Anton whispered to the automaton in his hand. The automaton in question was nothing but a small hummingbird; the automaton was incredible if Anton had to say so himself, the beautiful pink, red, and white colors swirl in a unique way.

This automaton was the best automaton Anton created in a while; it was supposed to be a present for his wife, for Anton had wanted to make his wife happy. His wife was never satisfied with the gifts that Anton gave, not the gold, not the necklaces, not the rings, neither the bracelets nor dresses made of silk and beaded with jewels, pearls, and gold, made her happy; his Aphrodite was never satisfied, so Anton decided a new approach. A beautiful automaton made of gold with pearls for eyes, jewels decorating the wings and body, a bird that sings the most beautiful songs for the most beautiful woman Anton saw… It hurt Anton that a present made with so much love turned into a tool for revenge; but Anton could not help it, not when it was his Svetlana's fault.

The automaton tilted its head and let out a chirp before flapping its wings a few times. It was a few seconds of waiting before the small automaton was in the air, flying to the bedroom window where Aphrodite was no doubt waiting for Ares. Anton walked until he was hidden behind one of the trees in his domain, preparing himself for a long wait, his mind going over and over what he will do once he catches Tyge and Svetlana together.

Part of Anton wanted to throw the two of them into the Pit of Tartarus and watch as the two will fall and fall until River Cocytus will cushion their fall; a dark part of Anton whispered, and the hateful part of him ordered Anton to let the two of them drown until they were out of sight. Being immortals meant that Aphrodite and Ares would not die from the fall; they also would not die from the water surrounding them and stealing the air from their lungs, his cheating wife and her lover would probably drift to the bottom of the ocean until Poseidon finds them and brings them back onto the surface.

Another part of Anton, the part that spent all of his life with the mortals and nymphs, ordered Anton to put a stop to this madness; telling Anton that he was too good to lower himself to the Olympian Gods' level. Anton never knew what pettiness was until he arrived at Mountain Olympus; Olympus where everyone dealt with everything eye to eye, trying desperately to one-up each other, not caring about the consequences and the creatures and mortals they would hurt. Pitiful indeed…

Anton did not even have to wait long, ten minutes later, Ares had already arrived on his chariot with a smug grin on his face; oh how Anton wanted to strangle him. His brother, the God that Anton always looked up to, and made sure to create only the best weapons and armors for, betrayed him with his wife; Anton will make sure that he would be the one laughing in the end.

It did not even take five minutes before the hummingbird started singing loudly, causing Anton to bite his tongue and limp to his house, planning to give Aphrodite and Ares a piece of his mind. Even knowing what he would find, Anton was not prepared for the sight of his wife and brother, both naked on his bed, letting out confused shouts as they tried to free themselves from the golden net. not that it will work, not when every creation Anton created obeyed his orders and will, even when others used them.

It took only a few seconds for the lovers to notice him, by then both of their faces had paled as they realized that they had been caught by none other than the master of the house. "A… Anton!" Tyge stuttered his face so pale that his pale skin turned white; Anton could not help the cruel smile crossing his face at the terrified looks that his brother and wife sent his way.

"Ah, brother, how delightful of you to visit…" Anton smiled as he limped until he was standing in front of Ares and Aphrodite taking them in. All the while the metalworking God tried to stop a snarl from leaving him at the sight of the two people who dared to betray him. "And it is Hephaestus to you dear brother." Anton drew his title/name looking down at Ares and Aphrodite who were both trying to cover themselves with whatever piece of cloth they could. "I expected better from you, brother…" That was the last thing Anton said to his brother before taking part of the net in his left arm and starting dragging it.

Anton had to thank his status as a God and the heavy work he does daily because if it was not for that, Hephaestus would not have managed to drag the pair back to Mountain Olympus. Anton ignored Svetlana's cries of pain as the rough ground hurt her delicate skin; Anton ignored Tyge's snarls as he tried to break the net but was unable to do such a thing. He even ignored the creatures and lesser Gods who came upon them and started laughing at the sight. Reaching the Gods' meeting hall, Anton thrust the door open and went inside, his eyes taking in the Gods and Goddesses who were already inside the hall. Everyone's gaze turned to Anton, and their laughter and conversation quieted down as they took in the sight of Hephaestus and the cheating lovers being dragged behind. Anton might have expected some consternation amongst the other Gods of Mountain Olympus; Anton had expected many things and made many counter plans for all the actions his fellow Gods might have taken. What Anton did not expect was every God starting to laugh and point at Ares and Aphrodite, calling them fools for being caught by Hephaestus; not even caring that Hephaestus was bringing his wife and brother for their punishment for adultery.

Whatever low opinion Anton had of the Gods before, it did not equal to what Anton felt at this moment, it did not equal the hate and rage that was consuming Anton when everyone calmed down enough that instead of giving booming laughter, gave giggles here and there as they took in Ares and Aphrodite. 'What a shame...' They laughed and whispered; how did Anton not realize this? How did Anton live in ignorance with those uncaring immortals? It was Anton's fault for not realizing this, it was his fault and now he was paying for it.

"You have had your fun, Hephaestus, let them go now," Herrold said, amusement shining in his eyes as he leaned on his throne, taking in Aphrodite who was trying to hide her body with a transparent shawl, her eyes darting around the room wildly, hoping that someone would move and save her. Anton only bites the inside of his right cheek, glaring at the Gods who did nothing but point and whisper, Anton was even sure he heard 'So he knows…' coming from one of the Olympians.

"I will not." Anton spat causing Herrold to frown and sit straight on his throne gazing at Anton down as if he was trying to intimidate him, not that Zeus can, not when Anton had enough and was ready to stand for himself. "Unless Ares paid the penalty for seduction and you are taking Aphrodite back as she is not my wife anymore, the two of them are to stay in this net until the end of time; be aware that the net is unbreakable, even the fires of the underworld will not melt it." Anton's words gained a few gasps and whispers from the Olympians around him. Anton though can see the interest on the faces of a few Gods, and even the smug look his mother has as she gazed at Anton, her eyes dancing with an emotion akin to pride (It made Anton feel sick, it made him sick that the only way his mother would look at him with pride was when he decided to punish those who cross him)

Everything was calm, everything was quiet; Anton waited for Herrold to growl and move toward the metalworking God; Anton had no doubt that he would be thrown off Mountain Olympus again; it happened every time Anton refused to obey Zeus. Surprisingly it was Poseidon who stopped the king of the Gods from doing just that. "It is in his right, dear brother." Baldrick gave an amused smile as he leaned his cheek on his fist, gazing at Anton with a new light in his eyes like Poseidon could not believe Anton was capable of such cruelty. "He caught his wife fair and square cheating on him; a fine of Hephaestus' choosing is within his right. Let us not forget that dear Aphrodite's dowry, the Goddess still did not give it to her husband…" That reminder caused every God and Goddess to raise their eyebrow and turn to gaze at Aphrodite whose face turned red with embarrassment and shame; a wife not paying her marriage dowry is lower than dust, it meant she had not secured her place among her husband's family, it meant that whatever her husband does to her (Abusing, humiliating, killing) was within his rights.

"And to think your dowry would have protected you right now." Athena let out an annoyed sigh, her face scrunched as she took in the sight of Aphrodite on the verge of tears… distasteful. "As much as I hate to say this, Poseidon is right; Aphrodite does not have any protection against her punishment, let us not forget her getting caught sleeping with another man. My dear brother gave the cheating lover a light punishment compared to what any of us will do." Athena hummed her amused smile causing Anton to bristle, especially with the laughter clear in her eyes.

"What is the fine you desire?" Zeus finally asked, leaning back with a frown taking over his features, Anton though, could feel nothing but victory and smugness dripping down off him in waves. Anton knew he could ask for anything he desired, Anton could ask that his fine be Ares and Aphrodite's lives (Even if they were immortals, it did not mean that the two of them could not be turned into slaves). He could desire Ares being thrown in the Pit of Tartarus, or Aphrodite being stripped of her powers, or even the two of them being banished to another island with no right to pardon, but Anton was not like this, he was not as cruel as the other Gods when they go after what they fancy.

"My fine is nothing but a simple thing; Ares is to pay up to ten thousand pieces of gold every year for the next one hundred years, as for Aphrodite, everything she owns, and everything I gave to her will be seized immediately." Anton smiled, ignoring the snarl of Ares at how the fine was outrageous; he even ignored Aphrodite pleading with him. It was within Anton's right to take what he wants whatever he wants, and it was not like Aphrodite and Ares could not give him what he wanted, not when they received offerings daily from their worshippers.

Herrold hummed as he took Anton in, studying him for some time before letting out a sigh and shrug. "Your request has been granted, now free those two." Zeus let out a sigh as he leaned on his throne, ignoring the protest coming from both Aphrodite and Ares. "Silence!" Herrold snapped, causing the two to quiet down and wait for what the king was going to say. "It was your fault you were caught, accept the consequences." Anton bit his tongue at how Zeus phrased his words as if it was OK for those two to do what they wanted as long as they were not caught…

Anton was really a foolish person for caring about them…


"Did you hear? Did you hear?" Anton raised his head from his project, his eyes spotting Thetis and Eurynome coming to him, both nymphs' eyes were wide as they rushed to Anton, probably to tell him another gossip of what was going on in Olympus. After what happened with Aphrodite and his brother, Anton had finally left Olympus and decided to return back to Lemnos Island, being content with returning back home than staying on Olympus any second longer; Anton enjoyed his life back in his beloved home, not being in the presence of the Olympian Gods was a refreshing experience.

"What is it now?" Anton asked with an annoying huff, it was true that Anton does not want to know what happened in Olympus, especially after he discovered that Aphrodite gave birth to Ares's son. But his caretakers thought otherwise and used all time of the day to bring Anton gossip about Olympus and what was going around the world even against his wishes. It was mainly for Anton's sake, so he would know what he was against and to keep as much information on the other Gods as he could. It was not that Anton was not grateful it was just that his caretakers always chose the wrong time to bother him.

"You know the offspring of Phorcys and Ceto, right?" Thetis asked, fluttering around Anton while frowning at Anton's state, it took a few seconds before Thetis started to tidy Anton, running her hand through his beard and hair trying to tame the unruly hair while taking a wet rag to wipe the dark coal smudge off his face. "The youngest one?" Thetis let out a tired sigh when Anton's hair refused to be tidy, but at least she managed to clean his face.

"The mortal?" Anton asked, getting twin nods from both Eurynome and Thetis; to say the truth Anton has not met any of Phorcys or Ceto's children, nor does he know anything of them other than what he heard here and there from the Olympian Gods and his caretakers. So what Anton knew so far was that Phorcys and Ceto had three children together, two daughters and one son, the younger son being born a mortal; a beautiful breath-taking mortal, or that is what Eurynome and Thetis always tell Anton.

"Yes, yes, that is the one!" Eurynome nodded her head before letting out a sad sigh. "He was cursed by Athena not a moon cycle ago!" That admission caused Anton to blink his eyes, wondering why his caretakers thought this was important to tell him when the Gods usually curse everyone who opposes them on sight. "He was innocent! A virgin even! But Athena cursed the poor boy after Poseidon assaulted him in her temple when his father refused to marry his child to Poseidon!" Hearing this, Anton had to bite his lower lip; the Gods were still cruel, they still messed with the peaceful lives of the humans and mortals even when they were not welcomed, and because of that, half of those who were cursed were innocent bystanders.

"That was not what happened!" Thetis huffs, turning to Anton and putting her hands on her waist, giving Anton a threatening look as if daring Anton to believe her sister's overdramatic explanation. "Everyone talks about how Poseidon fell in love with the mortal with just one glance! Poseidon even wanted to ask for the mortal's hand in marriage, he did not assault him… which is a first I admit." Thetis shifted in her place at her admission, like hearing about a God not assaulting someone was a surprise (Which was true, the Gods were known to take what they wanted whenever they wanted without regard for those they were hurting) "Anyways, Athena knew about Poseidon's fascination with the mortal, so in a fit of anger, she turned the poor boy into a hideous creature. You know how Athena is; she has been trying to catch Poseidon's eyes for the last hundred years without luck." Thetis shook her head in disgust, jumped on the table behind her, and took a seat as she swung her feet above the ground.

"Who does not know about her insane fascination with Poseidon? Did she not try and kill Poseidon's current wife so she can steal her place? Everyone seemed to know about her madness but Poseidon himself." Eurynome rolled her eyes, turning to Anton who was trying to sneak away from both Thetis and Eurynome, not wanting to stay a minute to hear the two gossip. "Anton." Anton heard his name which caused him to sigh and turn to his caretaker, mentally sitting himself for a long time of hearing his friends' gossip. "Is Athena not the Goddess of virginity and wisdom? What a hypocrite Goddess she is, attacking a poor virgin trying to live his life away from us and our problems." Eurynome huffed, gaining a nod from Thetis who was frowning harshly.

"You know, Sthenno and Euryale went into a fit of rage when they heard what happened to their little brother. They declared a war on Athena; in their fit of rage they were able to turn a few lesser Gods into stone!" Thetis exclaimed, her words causing Anton to stay silent in shock, it was true that the Gorgon siblings were dangerous to everyone but it was mainly the mortals who cross them, not Gods who were protected by their divine power; Anton should know better than that though, Sthenno was far more dangerous than any other creature he encounters even more than her sister Euryale, so it was no wonder she would find a way to turn even Gods to stone.

But if his caretakers' words were right, then that meant the Gorgon siblings had found a way to kill the Gods and if this continued anymore, they may target the Olympian Gods next. It was not like Anton cared about his fellow Gods, they can die for all he cares; but there were a few Gods that Anton has soft spots for, Hades and his wife were two of them, not to forget the innocent who would probably die in the crossfire. Thinking over the information he gathered, Anton's lips twitched into a smile at the challenge presenting itself…

This was the most exciting thing Anton felt in years…


I've never read a Medusa story in the Stony Fandom before (Or I missed it, don't know) so I decided to change that!

As you know the Greek Gods are not known for being the good kind, and even if they were, their bad outbalanced their good; this story will go into more depth about the Olympian Gods' dark side and how corrupted they were… Also, as you might have realized, genders in this story do not matter.

If you read my other fic 'The Iron King' you will know that I always try to be as historically accurate as I can when it comes to the type of clothes and laws of the time period I write about, in this case, I will try to be as mythical accurate as I can while trying to world build a suitable place for Steve and Tony.

The names of the characters in this story will be… I know I'm bad at giving names but hang on a little with me; I choose the names I think suited the character more. Other characters will be added later as I see fit.

Tony – Hephaestus/Anton: The old form of Antonius which mean (Priceless one) or (Highly praiseworthy)

Steve – Medusa/Stavros: It means (Wreath, crown) and by an extension (Reward, honor, renown, fame)

Peggy-Sthenno/Ptolemais: It is the feminine form of Ptolemaios, which means (Aggressive or Warlike)

Sharon-Euryale/Sostrate: It means (Safe army)

Howard Stark – Zeus/Herrold: It means (Powerful man in the army)

Maria Stark – Hera/ Maaria: It means (Rebellious woman)

Bucky Barnes – Poseidon/Baldrick: It means (Bold King)

Natasha Romanov – Athena/Natania: It means (God's presence)

Peter Quill – Dionysus/Pershing: It means (One who deals with Peaches)

Bruce banner – Hades/Brutus: The name is a contraction of the Latin 'Brutus'

Sunset Bain – Aphrodite/ Svetlana: It means (Shining woman)

Ty Stone – Ares/ Tyge: It means (One who hits the mark)

Maria Hill – Artemis/ Magnhild: It means (Powerful in battle)

Carol Danvers – Apollo/ Carlota: It means (Free woman)

Thaddeus Ross – Demeter/ Theseus: It means (Order)

Scott Lang – Hermes/Scout: It means (One who discovers)

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