Saturday, the only day of the week with any redeemable qualities. I can finally sleep in without having to worry about school. Even better, there's no phone that can make me wget up since I may have turned it off after the call I got last night. It's as perfect a morning as it could be. At least it would if there wasn't someone banging on the door at 9 o'clock in the morning.

Maybe I can pretend that I'm not home. Ashely should still be sleeping so it's not like she can give me away. "I know you're in there Nico. Open up." Well that didn't work. though I'm sure I've heard that voice somewhere before. If it's who I think it is then a man child is going to die today.

"I was sleeping," I tell the annoyance as soon as I open the door.

"What? No hello or How are you?" The man on the other side asks. Doesn't he know it's to early for sarcasm?

"What do you want Valdez?" I huff. "Tell me quickly and I might not slam the door in your face."

Instead of being concerned by my threat, he flashes me his signature impish grin and readjusts a reticular box he has slung over his shoulder. "Really di Angelo? We're going by last names now? What is this Hogwarts?" I wonder if he knows how close I am to punching him right now. I'm sure he does which makes me curl my hands into fists, wanting to punch him even more. I must be glaring too because he raises his hands in surrender. "Relax Death Boy, I just came to drop off the stuff you asked for."

"How did you even find me?" I ask before changing my mind. "You know what, don't answer that. It was Lou wasn't it? It had to be, she's one of the few people who know I'm staying here." Leo doesn't say anything. He just stares at me. "Well?"

"I'm sorry, did you want me to answer that or not. I'm confused."

Take a deep breath in and slowly breathe out. Don't strangle the demigod. "Just come inside before one of my neighbors get the wrong idea." I step out of the door way so that he can slink past me. "Make yourself at home I guess," I offer, but the sentiment is lost since he already has. Faster than I can say "Repair Boy" he is laying on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table and his package discarded on the floor beside him.

"Nice place you've got here," he comments, causing my last nerve to commit suicide.

"I need coffee." There is no way I can deal with Leo for more than three minute while still being half asleep.

Leo perks up. "I'll take mine with mine and a truck load of sugar." Hades help me, if he gets any more energy I'm going to insane. He can have decaf with milk and be happy about it.

"You're not supposed to have your feet on the table, it's rude." Ashely stables out of the bedroom, somehow rubbing the sleep out of her eyes while still sending a death glare in Leo's direction.

"Aw, Nico doesn't mind. Right Skeleton Buddy?"

I roll my eyes, used to Leo's horrible nicknames by now. "No, she's right. It's rude and I do care. Now move your feet and show me what you brought. I didn't realize one delivery was an all day job."

Ashely beams, clearly pleased that I sided with her on the matter. "Told you," she gloats. Then, just to prove it, she sticks her tongue out at him.

"Okay, okay, I can clearly see that I'm out numbered here." Leo removes his feet from on top of the table only to jump up, excited once again. "But just wait until you see what Uncle Leo brought you." He practically skips over and rips open the package he carried in.

"Please, never call yourself that ever again," I advise him, but go closer despite my survival instincts tell me to run very very far away from this lunatic. Unless it's a trick of the light, he's smoking in anticipation, literally.

Leo ignores me. "You're lucky Harley already started most of the stuff you asked for months ago or it would have taken us a lot longer to finish everything."

I'm almost scared to ask but "Why was Harley building a sword that works on mortals and a super hero suit?" I knew when I asked for something to hide my identity when dealing with Peter and the rest of the Avengers that won't leave me alone, but I didn't expect someone to come up with the idea before I did.

Leo starts laughing. "Are you kidding?" I'm not. "The kid's been obsessed with you ever since he found out about you working with the Avengers to save the world. I think you're his idol."

"But why?" I don't want to be anybody's idol. I don't deserve to be, All I do is get people killed, get Will killed.

Leo starts shaking his head and lets out a huge sigh like somehow I'm the idiot here. I'm not, am I? "Nico, Nico, Nico, you're a super hero now and that means that people are going to start looking up to you. Deal with it and take the suit." The light glints off metal as he throws something at me. I catch it instinctively, not that I have much choice if I don't want to be hit in the face.

It's a shiny white with swirls of sliver running through it. The shape almost resembles that of a crown some nightly king would wear, but it's size is closer to a bracelet. It looks nothing like a suit. "What is this?" I have to be missing something here.

"Your suit, it goes on your wrist."

"Okay..." I do as he says, but I'm still waiting for someone to jump out and yell "Got ya."

"Now press the black button." Leo instructs.

Button? What Button? I twist the bracelet around my wrist until I find a blake jewel imbedded in the design. Before pressing it I look back to Leo, trying to see if he's hiding something from me, but I come up empty. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself for the worst and press the button.

It doesn't blow my hand off so that's good. Instead section upon section of amor branches out from it like dragon scales. They keep expanding until my torso, arms, and legs are covered in armor. It's light weight and a pale, shiny grey that twists the shadows and light to make my look almost translucent. It also creates a mask that covers the bottom half of my face. The mask doesn't make it hard to see or breathe. I take it off to get a better look. Unlike the suit, it's stark white and looks more like a skeleton's jaw bone that anything else. Any and all accents are done in a matte black that contracts and creates shadows on the suit.

"How did it do that?" I ask once I'm certain that it's stopped changing.

"Magic." Leo does jazz hands for some reason. "Apparently Harley got some help from the newest member of the Hecate cabin. Ashely?

"I picked out the colors and was the one who decided that it should be a bracelet. Harley wanted to make it a ring like something he saw in a comic book, but I told him that was stupid. You already have one ring, you don't need two." Ashely rants making me wonder if she's been spending to much time with the Aphrodite cabin.

"It's perfect." I assure her. "The only thing missing is a sword. Is it done yet?" I turn to Leo.

"What, you think I lugged that big of a box halfway across New York just for an itty bitty bracelet? Of douse it's done." Done with his stunt of sarcasm, Leo reaches back into the box and pulls out a sword the same size and shape as the one I lost. The only idffereces are that this one is made of steel and has a more ornate hilt with another black diamond cut in the shape of a crown to show that it and the sword are made to match. "Ashely made most of the enchantments, but don't worry, I had Lou double check everything before giving you everything," Leo assures me even though I wasn't that worried to begin with.

"Why would he be worried. I'm great at magic," Ashely defends. She crosses her arms over her chest waiting for him to answer.

"Yeah, why would I be worried?" I copy Ashely's stance just to see him squirm.

Leo hold his hands up in surrender. "I can see I'm not welcome, so I shall take my leave. Fare well Sir Goth and Madam Scary Lady. Until next time."Leo throw the door open at the end of his dramatic only to almost run into someone standing there with their fist raised to knock. "By the way Neeks, there's someone at the door for you." Before I can scold him for calling me Neeks, he's already squeezed past the man and is down the hall.

Said man being Stark's bodyguard from the other night watches Leo leave, shakes his head in confusion and turns to me. "Oh good, you're ready to go. Love the new suit by the way."

"Excuse me? Where are you going?" Why is he even here?

"Not me, you and Washington D.C. of course. Didn't you get my messages? I must have left a hundred," he explains. Not that it helps at all. A quick glance shows that Ashely is just as lost as I am.

"No, I unplugged the phone. Why am I going there?" I would ask how he knew to find me here, but something tells me that I wouldn't get a straight answer even if I did.

"Uh, to watch Peter. You promised you would." The pieces start pricing together and I don't like the picture they're making. "By the way, who's she?" The bodyguard, Grumpy or something like that points at Ashely, seeming to notice her for the first time.

"Does it matter." I don't have time to come up with a convincing lie right now. All I want is for Sleepy to leave me alone.

"I'm his little sister." Ashely proclaims proudly. Wait, what? She takes a step closer to me, almost daring Doc to question her.

I'm sure the shock on Dopey mirrors my own. "I didn't know you had any siblings. It wasn't in the file Stark has on you." Normally I would be out raged that not only does Stark have a file on me, but that he assumes it's correct when it's clearly not. Bianca was my sister and Hazel still is. Including Reyna, Jason, and Percy who decided that they're my family, I have a lot of siblings. Though, instead of blowing up at this, I'm trying to figure out when Ashely became a part of that group without me noticing.

"That's because you don't know anything about me," I eventually find my voice to at least be a little annoyed. "If you did than you would know I have no plan of going to Maryland today. I may have promised to keep Parker from dying, but that doesn't mean he need me to hold his hand every minute of every day. I'm not going." I make sure my chin is raised and my feet are planted squarely on the ground, the altimeter stance of defiance.

"Well I want to go. It sounds fun." Ashely pipes up.

Bashful perks up, probably thinking that he can use her to change my mind. He's wrong. I refuse to leave the house at all today when it's my for day off all week. "Fine, we'll go tomorrow. I'm sure Spider-Man can survive one night without someone coddling him."

Sneezy doesn't look pleased with my decision, but at least knows best to hold his tongue. He's lucky I've decided to go at all. At least Ashely looks happy. That's it! That's his name, Happy!