A/N: I do not own Percy Jackson or Marvel

The silence rang out between them, Percy refusing to look at Sally. After what seemed like eternity, Paul was the one to break the calm.

"What are you talking about Percy?" Paul questioned.

Percy snapped his eyes to Paul's and held up the paper smashed in his fist.

"This", he hissed, shaking the documents, "I'm talking about this! I was looking in the box under her," Percy pointed to Sally, "bed when I found it!"

Sally stood, disbelief written on her face.

"What were you doing in my room to begin with!?" She asked in frustration.

Percy's gaze swiveled over to Sally's.

"I was looking because I overheard you and dad talking in the kitchen about how I would 'understand' and that everything would be 'okay'. But no matter how you look at it nothing is 'okay'!"

Sally looked down, choking down a sob. Paul, who was standing by, stepped in front of Sally.

"I get that you're angry, Percy. But she is your mother and that is no way to talk to her." Paul said harshly.

Percy glowered, his arm lowering to his side.

"Sally is not my mother no matter how much she pretends to be."

With that Percy turned and stalked out of the apartment, his words hanging in the air behind him.

Percy, having already closed the door, didn't hear the sobs coming from his mother.

Percy walked aimlessly, taking streets and roads he knew would be empty. He contemplated the idea of Iris Messaging Grover or even Chiron, but he quickly let that idea go. He needed time to think, just for a little while longer.

Soon Percy looked up to realize that he was standing in front of the construction site he'd worked on earlier.

Percy stood staring at the building that was halfway from the ground. He was standing there, spacing out, when he felt a hand lay on his shoulder.

Percy's mind reeled through all the possible monsters that might know where he is as jumped forwards and spun around to face his attacker, one hand going to the pen in his pocket.

Percy, getting ready for a fight, relaxed when he saw a familiar face. His attacker, now identified as Mr. Steve Rodgers, put his hands in the air in the same way one would surrender.

"Woah. What's got you so jumpy kid?"

Percy sighed as relief flooded him and lowered his hands to his side, shaking his head.

"N-nothing." Percy lied. After a couple seconds of silence he cleared his throat and changed the subject. "What are you doing here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Steve chuckled, before Percy could retort, Steve spoke again. "As for me, I'm here to see what needs to be done tomorrow."

Percy's nose scrunched and brows kneaded together in confusion.

"Why so late?" He asked.

Steve's gaze shifted from Percy's and to the rubble behind him.

"Couldn't sleep." Steve looked at Percy, "What about you? Why are you here so late, especially since you're – what, sixteen maybe seventeen. Shouldn't you be home?"

Percy pursed his lips and didn't answer, instead he turned his back to Steve and faced where he had been looking only moments earlier.

"I'm not so sure I have one…" Percy whispered so low, Steve, under any other conditions, wouldn't have been able to hear. Only the stillness of the night and their proximity allowed him to hear.

Worry marred the super soldier's face. Steve settled a hand on Percy's shoulder and turned him back around.

"What do you mean you don't have a home?"

Percy sighed, "I just found out that I was adopted….and I," Percy swallowed and lowered his voice to a whisper, "And I said some really awful things. Now, I just don't know if I should go back or…even what to do right now."

Steve squeezed Percy's shoulder.

"I don't know what to say in these types of situations, but I do know that your parents probably didn't tell you for a reason."

Percy laughed bitterly.

Steve frowned and removed his hand from Percy, "Look, I don't know much about you or your family situation but I do think you may need some time to think. Why don't you come over to my place, just long enough for you to calm down."

Percy stared at Steve like he had two heads and laughed awkwardly, "Look, I have no idea who you are and I honestly think that I would be better off sleeping on a park bench somewhere."

Steve laughed and reached out to ruffle Percy's hair.

"Name one person you would keep you safer than Captain America."

Percy looked at Steve, "Who?"

Percy whistled as Steve led him through the front doors of the Avenger's Tower.

"So, basically what happened is that there was an alien invasion led by a crazed Norse god, and a group of morta-I mean of people with powers, and some others, including another Norse god fought them off and won."

Steve smiled. "Basically."

"Cool."

By this time they had just caught the elevator.

"Which one of these buttons do I push?" Percy asked waving his hands in front of the buttons.

"The one up here." Steve pushed a button that was at least an inch above the rest and had an A on it.

After a few minutes of horrible elevator music, the doors opened into what looked like a very busy living room.

With one hand guiding Percy, Steve started to walk towards the people in the living room.

Then Steve cleared his throat and four pairs of eyes were on them.

"Guys this is Percy."

A/N: It's weird to think that any books or comics based on any type of mythology is basically fanfiction )