Chapter 3-Natasha
So… 3-5 days…. Well that was a huge lie. I am terribly, terribly sorry about that. I now realise that that was a completely unrealistic goal because of annoying stuff like school and homework and shows and concussions. But now I have finally finished the third chapter and I hope you all enjoy it! I will try to update as soon as I can, but we all know how that turned out last time, so I make no promises. :D
Natasha was bored. The team had been on the plane for the past eleven hours and it was driving her crazy. If she didn't get off soon she was actually going to kill somebody, most likely Tony because he had been annoying everyone on the plane by talking in a perky fake flight attendant voice. For the whole flight. Natasha was pretty sure that was enough to make anyone homicidal.
"Your attention please all passengers!" Tony announced still in his flight attendant voice. "I am glad to inform you that we will be landing-actually more like hovering-sometime soon-ish. To disembark from the aircraft you must open the door and jump out into the air. From there you will hopefully land on the deck of a conveniently placed flying boat thingy." Clint threw an apple at him. "Hey Birdbrain, no throwing food!" Tony scolded jeeringly. "Unfortunately for you," he continued unfazed, "it is also highly probable that you will splat like a pancake onto the deck if you do not have a parachute. So please use a parachute if you do not want to die. Thank you for flying with Air Stark and we hope you enjoy your stay in some random airspace a few miles above Greece!"
"Tony, please shut up." Steve said, exasperatedly.
Tony just rolled his eyes. "I am serious though, if you jump out of the plane without a parachute or the ability to fly you will most certainly die."
"No shit, Sherlock." Natasha grumbled.
"Someone's grumpy. And for the record, my name is Tony not Sherlock."
"I've been stuck on a plane with you for the past eleven hours, grumpy is putting it mildly. And I know that your name is Tony, your narcissism has ensured that."
"Oh, how your words hurt me!" Tony cried over dramatically.
Natasha tensed. But before she could pull out a weapon, Clint intervened, putting a hand on the arm that was reaching for her gun.
"Tasha, don't kill him. Pepper would be upset."
Natasha thought about that and eventually relaxed a bit, but still glared menacingly at Tony.
"Be thankful that I'm friends with Pepper," She warned. "Because if it weren't for her you would have been dead a long time ago."
"Hey guys enough with the bickering, it's time to go." Bruce announced.
Natasha jumped up for her seat so quickly that she nearly bumped her head on the ceiling. She was finally getting off this plane. Natasha, Clint and Bruce went over to strap on their parachutes while Tony put on his suit, Thor grabbed Mjolnir and Steve grabbed everyone's bags. They opened the door and jumped out one by one. Once they had all landed on the deck of the demigod's ship they surveyed their surroundings. A moment later seven younger demigods appeared at the top of the stairs, all of them looking extremely startled and amazed.
Everyone was silent for a few minutes as they studied each other. Natasha scrutinized the other group filing away anything she thought could be important for later. Naturally it was Tony who broke the silence.
"Wow, what newbies are these? They don't even carry their weapons with them." Tony not-so-quietly whispered to the team.
"You're one to talk Stark, you never carry weapons with you. You barely even know hand to hand combat." Natasha rebutted.
"I don't need to carry weapons Spidey, I'm already a weapon of mass seduction." Tony bragged.
Natasha glared warningly at Tony. She opened her mouth to voice her opinion on his blatantly narcissistic comment but was interrupted by Steve clearing his throat.
"I'm not sure how much you know about this situation, but we were told that you knew we were coming. So, I'm Steve, this is Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, and Thor." He gestured to each one of them in turn. "We're here as your reinforcements on Director Fury's orders. We were told that you knew about SHIELD and that two of you had fought on the same side as us before. Is that correct?"
Annabeth stepped forward. "Yes, that's right. I'm Annabeth, I fought with you in New York. This is Percy, he was fighting with us too."
"Uh, hi." Percy greeted from his seat on the railing. "I remember you guys. I didn't realize that you were who they had sent."
Natasha smiled over at the two teens. The last time she had seen them it had been apparent that they liked each other as more than friends and she was starting to think they might have acted on those feelings.
"Hold on a sec, can we go back a bit? So I get that you guys are the Avengers, and that's awesome and stuff, but you're not gonna be able to help us if you're not demigods as well. No offense." The girl Natasha had recognized as Piper said.
"None taken." Steve replied politely. "We figured you'd like to know who our Godly parents are plus some stuff about us, so we brought our SHEILD files which have information about our backgrounds, our experience and pretty much everything you'll need to know about us." He continued as he passed six manila folders over to Annabeth. "You don't have to read them now, though I would recommend doing it soon so you can learn all our fighting styles before we have to fight any real enemies. Just so you know though, my father is Mars, Tony's father is Hephaestus, Natasha's mother is Athena, Clint's father is Apollo, Thor is an Asgardian as you might have guessed and Bruce is a legacy. His father was a son of Athena."
Everyone was silent for a moment as they let that sink in.
"Wow," Hazel said "this is practically a family reunion."
"I guess sort of it is." Bruce noted thoughtfully. "It's nice to have something resembling a family."
"Especially since most of us never had real families to begin with." Natasha agreed.
"So…" Frank started, "you're The Avengers, like Captain America and d and stuff?"
"Yep" Clint confirmed.
"Oh. Well…that…is…just…SO FRICKIN AWESOME I THINK I'M GONNA EXPLODE!" Frank exclaimed with extreme gusto.
A general 'whoa' escaped from the gathered crowd after that revelation.
"It seems we have a fan." Natasha pointed out dryly.
"Or it seems Cap here does anyway." Tony said pointing to Frank's Captain America t-shirt.
It seemed to Natasha that no one was going to say what was on everyone's minds: why in the world would such an avid Canadian have an obsession with Captain America? She'd have to wait and ask Annabeth about it later.
"Well this is all very interesting," Jason began, "but is it possible that we could go back into the mess hall now, cause I don't about you guys, but I am starving to death."
"Oh, yeah." Annabeth said, remembering her manners, " come on in guys. We'll give you a tour after breakfast."
As the team followed the seven in to the mess hall Natasha began to think that maybe this mission would be more fun than she originally thought. Even from what little she had seen of the other group she had a feeling that they were a good bunch of kids that had been forced into a hard life. God knows Natasha knew all about that, so she was determined to give them a chance at the childhood she'd never had.