Yeah so i updated this one faster than my other story bUT SOLANGELO GIVES ME LIFE AND GEEZ MAN I LOVE IT so here we are now. You're welcome.

Will wasn't expecting freaking Tony Billionaire Iron Man Stark to be the one picking them up in his Iron Man suit. (He's pretty sure at least that that's what Tony Stark's middle name is, anyways). Of course, the man himself carried Pepper Potts, leaving Hogan and Will to hail a cab (they were not going back to the bullet-ridden limo) and make their way over to the Avengers Tower. It was a bit of an awkward fifteen minute drive, but Will successfully avoided Hogan's bit of interrogation means. Such as the obvious who are your parents, do you live around here, and other sorts of personal information that Will was not willing to give out so soon.

But seeing the Avengers Tower close up was amazing. Will himself was amazed by the sheer height of the place, and if Annabeth were there, he'd most likely never get her to shut up about the architectural intelligence it took to build the place.

He was immediately escorted into the place; apparently he and Mr. Hogan were top priorities in Miss Potts' overall wellbeing. Seems that being the one to successfully remove the bullet from a woman's shoulder means that you have to be questioned by all personnel to know how you did it.

And that's the story of how it was one in the afternoon, and Will was outside the room that Miss Potts' was being mortally and surgically healed with Hogan beside him. Mr. Stark, although he was 'gifted' in machinery, was not in doctoring a person, but he still wished to be present in the reconstructive surgery.

So Will decided to participate in a wonderful conversation with Tony Stark's chauffeur, Mr. Hogan. Which ended in a beautiful bit of awkward silence, and Will just wished that either Thanatos took mercy on him and killed him right there, or that Nico would shadow-travel his ass to where he was and get him the Tartarus out of there.

But it seemed that neither of those ideas was going to happen, so Will took to looking at his dirtied shoes. He could hear Hogan's breathing, and could vaguely recognize the two holes being buried in his side from Hogan's stare.

"What in god's name are you muttering, kid."

Oops. He didn't know he was muttering. If he had to guess, Will would say he was probably whispering hymns to the gods (his father mainly) to bless the surgery and speed along the healing process. Most likely in Greek, "Just uh, a few prayers."

Hogan took a seat next to the younger male, putting a hand on Will's shoulder, "Hey, you did what you could. No God could say anything otherwise, kid."

"I just wish I could be in there," Will muttered, much to Hogan's surprise, "Her shoulder was messed up pretty badly, and if I just had some more time-"

Hogan waved his hand in front of the kid's face, making Will look up to meet his eyes, "Again, you did what you could with the equipment you had. No one is blaming you for what's going on here, so stop beating yourself up over it, Will."

The son of Apollo had to admit, the little pep talk was appreciated, and he told Hogan just as much. Hogan offered him a smile before settling his gaze to the door, where a very tired Mr. Stark was walking out of. His suit was underneath baggy light blue scrubs, and he tore the equally light blue cap off of his head, spreading wild hair in every direction possible.

The billionaire took one long look at the blond kid in front of him before running a hand through his hair, "Well kid, looks like you might've saved my girlfriend's arm. Gotta hand it to you, that was some pretty precise work you did getting that bullet out of her."

"Anyone could do it with the proper training, sir," Will sat up a bit straighter in his seat, determined not to make a damned fool of himself, "If there's anything else I can do, then just say the word."

Tony hummed quietly before clapping his hands together and digging underneath the scrubs to find his pocket. He rummaged around for a minute before pulling something gold out of his pocket and held it out for Will to take, "If you or anyone you know need help, you have a friend to call. Understood?"

"Y-Yeah," Will stuttered out, grabbing the card and putting it in his pocket, "But is there anything else that I can do to help either you or Miss Potts?"

The billionaire looked curiously at the boy. Usually most anyone that Tony gave a card to and offered services to would be selfish and greedy. They'd ask for money, cars, jewelry, the works. This kid was something different; he kept wanting to help him even after Tony gave him his personal card for anything. Tony gavee a smirk, "Give me your number. If there's anything else Pepper needs, or any therapeutic treatment, I'll give you a call, alright kid?"

A wide smile was on Will's face, and maybe it was Tony's imagination or the exuberant happiness Will let out, but it looked like his freckles were glowing along with the kid's personality. His voice seemed much happier than before when he was blaming himself for her injury, "Absolutely, Mr. Stark!"

Will was handed another one of Tony's cards and a pen, and after hurriedly writing down his number, the superhero put the card in his back pocket, "Well, now that that's all said and done, you're free to go, Willy."

The doctor cringed at the name, but grinned through it. The terrible nickname would slide for now, or at least until Mr. Stark called him by his real name. At least he'd be able to keep in contact with Miss Potts just in case she needed any help, which made him even happier than having the hero's personal phone number.

He walked out of the Avengers Tower toward his apartment with a wide and unfading smile on his face.

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Nico was feeling quite exasperated.

The cashier lady at the store he went to wouldn't accept his coupons for the groceries he got, costing him twenty more U.S. dollars. His dad may be the god of wealth, but Nico still didn't like wasting money when he had perfectly good coupons to use. He did get the correct wrench to fix the sink, however, so there was a positive note in the entire trip he had made.

When he got back home, Will wasn't there. Which made him a bit suspicious until he saw his coat and boots gone. Which was great; not a kidnapping incident (looking at you, Hera). Maybe Will took up Nico's suggestion of taking a relaxing walk through the city. Hopefully that made him feel better; maybe Nico should make something for lunch. Or… late lunch, considering it was past one.

What if Will already ate though? No, Nico would wait for Will to get home. He put away the groceries he bought and pulled back his unruly dark hair in a low ponytail. Might as well finish fixing the sink while Will was out.

That ended with him on his back, hands above his head, fixing the sink while being stuffed halfway through the bottom cabinets along with his thoughts.

Will should be getting better, and Nico knew that. And there were times that he was getting better, and those times usually came with the most loving smiles and sunshine leaking through the cracks. But Nico knew that Will's nightmares were getting worse, and Nico knew a lot about nightmares. Whereas Nico had to deal with Tartarus and the horrible insanity it had caused him being there, Will was left with a few different scars than he had.

While he was in that utter hell, the being Tartarus would first plant a seed and then let it fester inside of you, worming its way through your body like it was a maggot. It would show you terrifying visions, horrid flashbacks, and possible futures. Nico saw many of his friends dead, but one of the only things keeping him alive was the fact that he knew that the campers were safe. And that's how he can still combat many nightmares that he still has of the place, especially when there was Will hugging him throughout the night.

Will had different nightmares. His consisted of children dying in his arms, his failures carved out in front of him, the lost souls of demigods on his head. But they were all real. They weren't nightmares, and Nico knew that; he was reliving his older memories. His boyfriend constantly blames himself for not being able to save everyone, and for many nights after the Second Titan War, Will would have small bouts of reclusiveness. It… worried Nico.

It had been a long time since Nico had seen Will truly glad. When the son of Apollo exuberated happiness, his freckles would glow, his eyes would brighten, and even small wisps of sunlight would escape out of his fingertips and lips. Although he only claims to have audiokinesis and vitakinesis, Nico was sure that Will had a touch of light manipulation. If he tried hard enough, Nico was sure the doctor could even use that to his own advantage, such as Nico with his umbrakinesis.

But he never displayed such power anymore. Whenever Will was happy, his freckles would glow, but that was it. His eyes didn't seem to glow anymore, which seriously worried the King of Ghosts. He wanted his happy ray of sunshine back.

He heard the door open, but didn't get out from under the sink. Instead, he listened to the door shut and be locked before calling out, "Hey! Hope you got something to eat, I've been a bit busy fixing the sink."

"No… no I'm not hungry," Something was off. There was a strange lilt to Will's voice, and the thunks of him taking off his boots were slower than usual. Before Nico could question it, he smelled something off.

Blood.

Immediately jumping out from under the sink (and nearly hitting his head in the process), Nico bounded forward toward his boyfriend to see that his coat was covered in dark red bloodstains, but the only trace of blood on Will was a few spots on his hands. The son of Hades grabbed Will's face, forcing the blond man to look at him in the eyes. Dark obsidian met sky blue as Nico tilted the man's head in his hands, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened, sunshine, c'mon, talk to me."

Will swallowed in nervousness and cleared his throat a bit before talking. His voice was still soft, almost impossibly so, "A mortal was hurt. Gunshot wound to the shoulder. Had to take it out, but what if I hurt her more than helped…?"

"Will Solace listen to me," Nico frowned, "Just because she's mortal doesn't mean you did anything wrong!"

"I was tempted to give her nectar and ambrosia! I could've killed her!" A horror-stricken look was dead set on Will's face, "There were so many unknown variables, and the main one was my stupid and idiotic mistakes! I'm a horrid doctor, and a worse person!" The man tried to wiggle his way out of Nico's grasp, "Let me go, gods damn it all!"

Nico leaned forward to press their foreheads together, forcing Will to look at him, "Sunshine. I don't know what happened, but you need to trust me when I say you are the greatest doctor I know. But I can't have a rational conversation with you right now because you're still going through some shock," Nico gave the man a quick peck on the lips before blushing and pulling away, "Go sit on the couch and breathe for a minute. I'll make us something to eat."

"I'm not hungry," Will murmured.

Nico frowned and let go of Will, turning around and opening the cabinet to find a box of mac and cheese, "I'm making food. Go sit down. We'll talk when you're head is clear."

So Will shuffled around before falling on the couch, letting his legs fall over one arm rest and laid his head on the other. He stared up at the ceiling fan and just listened to the occasional squeak it let out.

Demigods were much more durable than mortals. It was in their DNA. After the entire thing was said and done, Will realized that very fact. Mortals were more easily susceptible to disease, and when was the last time Will had thoroughly cleaned his knife? He could've given that woman tetanus! He could've infected her with some weird monster disease! Not only that, but his coat hadn't been washed in a while; what sort of bacteria wormed their way into from his choice of 'stabilizing her'? He didn't have to think about it with demigods. Demigods never died of diseases such as tetanus, or bacterial infections.

His first instinct upon seeing the shot woman was rage that an innocent bystander had gotten hurt. The second was almost a sense of feeling as if the woman was pathetic and was being weak. He had put his standards of a demigod onto a mortal woman; how condescending was that? If it was any kid in camp, he would've just put an ambrosia square in their mouth and told them to meet in the infirmary when they were ready to be treated.

Gods, he can't just do that to a mortal! They're… fragile. Easily broken. A demigod is just far more durable when it comes to biological tendencies. A demigod gets a slash in their stomach, they stand up and can run for miles. A mortal? They wouldn't be able to sit up, let alone walk. It was idiotic of him to make Miss Potts run away from a fight when that shoulder would've made it hard to even stand. He made her run.

How cruel he must've looked! Forcing two mortals to just blindly trust him, only to make stupid mistakes. Chiron would be ashamed, Apollo would be ashamed. Tears stung his eyes as he remembered the pained look in Pepper's eyes as he stuffed a coin in her mouth to keep her from screaming.

That was by far the worst thing he could have done. Forcing his patients to keep quiet came natural to him, seeing as many of his patients were usually out in the real world fighting monsters. Keeping someone quiet was important; if they weren't, a monster could find them and kill them while they're down.

But there were no such monsters. Only a stupid demigod child that pushed his paranoia on others around him. And then he just blabbed on about how bullets and various leathers were officially used in the Civil War to keep soldiers quiet. He might as well have just rubbed salt in that bullet wound with how insensitive he was being!

In his musings, Will didn't notice a pair of arms lift his head and upper torso up to squeeze onto the couch. He was gently placed back down, but his head was in Nico's lap, who was running his hands through the doctor's hair.

Nico leaned down and kissed his forehead before pulling away, "Have you calmed down?"

Will wanted to sit up and kiss the frown off of Nico's face, but knew they had to talk this one out, "I suppose. M'sorry, Neeks."

A loud sigh was heard, "You really scared me there, sunshine. Just tell me what happened, start to finish. But this time don't freak out on me, okay?" Will looked up to see a gentle smile on Nico's face, and a small endearing grin was stuck on his. The son of Apollo sat up, but instead of sitting next to him, Will sat in Nico's lap.

Ignoring the obvious blush on his boyfriend's pale face, Will rested his head on Nico's shoulder, murmuring the day's events while playing the the skull ring on Nico's hand. The story went by relatively quickly, with no interruptions. Will told him everything, his condescending nature throughout the treatment, forcing her to run with him, even ignoring Hogan. Nico kept twisting his fingers in Will's hair, and then untwisting to give some peace of mind, to be Will's anchor, to remind Will that he was on their couch and not out in that street helping Pepper, or not in some field with a dying child.

With the story done, Nico leaned his head back to rest it on the top of the couch, letting Will bury his head in the aviator jacket he sported. The King of Ghosts still didn't let go of the other man's hair, letting the curls pass through his fingers before bunching them up again. They sat in silence for a while, just holding each other. Vaguely, Nico remembered the boiling pot of noodles on the stove, but didn't make any move to get up.

Finally, Nico broke the silence, "You did everything you could have done and more, sunshine. You helped her, may have even saved her life, and here you are worrying about your behavior and a few mistakes?"

A small whine left Will's mouth, "Those mistakes could have killed the woman!"

"Yes, and I'm sure your mistakes are going to be what Pepper Potts thinks about when she wakes up," Nico frowned, "She's going to be so angry that you forced her to run away from a gun fight, put a coin in her mouth to keep her from screaming, and helped stabilize her arm by using your own coat as a sling. I can't imagine why she'd even be remotely happy, Solace."

"Stop being so sarcastic! This is serious!"

"I understand that this is serious, but look at what you did!" Nico growled out, "With only a few coins, a coat, and a knife, you got a bullet out of her arm, stabilized her shoulder, and was able to get help from professionals that had surgical mortal equipment! You saved that woman's life, and you need to understand that your flaws don't hold a candle to the good you've done."

They didn't look at each other after that. Will's breath caught in his throat, and he highly suspected that the last sentence out of Nico's mouth meant more than the situation with Pepper Potts. Will let go of Nico's hand, opting to play with his own fingers, picking at the dried bloodstains on his hands. Nico obviously noticed the lack of contact and sighed heavily before letting go of Will's hair to grab the son of Apollo's hands. He turned them over a few times, before talking quietly, "Go wash your hands. Lunch is almost ready, and we'll go out to eat tonight for dinner, okay?"

Will hummed in acknowledgement before standing up with a loud huff. Before he could walk away toward the kitchen sink, Nico grabbed his arm and pulled him around, kissing him softly on the mouth. Will smiled softly into the kiss and wrapped his arms tightly around Nico's neck, pulling on the low ponytail he sported. Without any hint, Will pulled back resting his forehead on Nico's. "This isn't you trying to make me use the bathroom sink because you haven't fixed the kitchen one yet, is it?" He purred.

A large blush flew across Nico's face, spreading to his ears. A sort of pout fell on his lips as he half-heartedly glared at the sun god's son, "No… Why would you think that?"

"Because you're leading us to the bathroom?"

"... Just use this sink, I'm almost done with the other one."

A small giggle left Will's mouth as he grinned at the childishness Nico had. Few ever got the chance to see this side of his wonderful boyfriend, and Will was glad that he was able to have so many moments like this with him. He leaned up and kissed Nico one last time before disappearing into the bathroom.

Nico smiled and lightly touched his mouth. His boyfriend may not know it yet, but Nico saw the glimmer of sunlight pouring out of Will's freckles and the bit of light reflecting in his hair. It was always amazing to see the overly excitable Will once again. He swore that he would help Will return to his happier state, even if it cost him everything.

And the children of Hades have the worst grudges.

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