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Chapter 4-Tony

I was sitting on a couch with my feet propped up on a coffee table. The room I was lounging in is the size of a small apartment and consists of a couple ginormous flat screen HD TV's, tons of couches, a bar stocked with anything I could ever want, a decked out stereo system with the latest hits, every type of game console that had ever hit the face of this earth along with the top rated games, and basically anything else you would ever need.

The Avengers and I were sitting around waiting for more information on the new mission and the mysterious kid, Percy Jackson.

Clint was shooting arrows into a pillow (I didn't mind too much, as long as he cleaned up its remains), Natasha was using drink coasters as ninja stars, Steve was trying to get the two assassins to tell him what was going on so he could formulate a plan, Bruce was reading a book quietly, and Thor was shoveling Pop-Tarts into his mouth (no surprise there).

I adjusted the position of my feet and grabbed the remote for the TV. I turned it on and surfed through the channels.

Before I could find a suitable channel, there was a loud crash which seemed to be coming from the floor below this one. It could probably be one of the guest rooms, but who would be staying in there?

Everyone glanced in the direction of the noise. Clint and Natasha exchanged looks (I'm pretty sure that I'm the only one that noticed), while everybody else looked to me for answers because this is obviously my awesomely gigantic mansion.

I shrugged, then raised my eyebrows at the two spies.

"What?" Clint asked.

"Well, unless you two suddenly wanted to admire each other, it looked like you might know something," I said, trying to get them to spill.

"You all stay here," Natasha ordered "Clint and I will go find Fury," She then turned to me, "Don't leave."

Once they left the room, I got up, pressed the button on the elevator, and waited for it to arrive.

"What are you doing?" Steve questioned.

I rolled my eyes. Always following the rules.

"I'm leaving," I said. "Don't you guys want to know what that was all about? It doesn't take a genius to figure out that that has something to do with that Percy Jackson kid." (That was a lot of '"that's." well, it was only four, but still)

The elevator doors slid open. "I'm going to check this out, so if you want to come..." I gestured to the elevator.

I guess they were all just as curious as me because they rushed to get in the elevator.

Once we disembarked, I led them to the hall where the guest rooms were. There are only three of them because I tolerated guests, but I didn't really like them.

We walked up to the first door. I twisted the handle, but the door didn't budge. Locked. I never locked these doors.

Then, I sighed in relief. I had stuck the key to the guest rooms in my pocket this morning because Fury had wanted an extra one. Why? I had no idea, but I guess it had something to do with the mysterious crash that came from one of these rooms.

I shoved the key into the lock and turned. The door flew open and we walked inside.

There was somebody laying on the ground near the bed underneath the bedside table, a big comforter, an alarm clock, and a lamp. I could barely make out a pair of eyes looking up at us, but other than that, all I could see we're the person's legs.

The person scrambled out from under the blanket, but was still sitting on the floor with the various downed objects laying around him.

He looked about sixteen years old, he had calm sea green eyes and hair as black as ink. He had on a blue T-shirt and cargo shorts. He had this really weird aura, too. It was one of those 'if you mess with me you better run for the nearest armored car because i can seriously mess you up if I want to' auras. I recognized the kid easily. It was Percy Jackson.

"Perseus Jackson?" Steve asked.

The kid jumped as if the sound of his full name had hurt him.

"Who are you?" Jackson asked while he stood up. "Why did you take me? Should I know you? Sorry about your nightstand."

The last comment seemed pretty random to me and I guess the others thought so too because they exchanged amused glances.

Thor, being the loud one, stepped foreword and extended his hand. The boy shook it, although somewhat cautious and reluctant. He was always looking around like something would randomly jump out of the closet and eat him.

"I am Thor," he said.

Jackson snickered. "Norse myths? Really?"

I wanted to tell him to shut up because an angered Thor was never a good thing. I expected him to blast the kid right then and there, but he looked pretty calm.

"I wouldn't talk, Perseus," he said Jackson's name like it should mean something. Then I remember the myths about how Perseus chopped off Medusa's head. Greek myths. Right.

Jackson scowled. He seemed to be fiddling with a pen. "Why am I here?"

As soon as the words were out, Clint, Natasha, Fury, and Pepper Potts were pushing their way to the front of our group. Pepper was out of breath like she'd ran the whole way here.

"I heard a crash and I came as quick as I could and... who's that?" She asked, pointing at Percy.

The boy grabbed his head in what appeared to be frustration. "Whats going on? Who are you people? What do you want from me? How do you know my name?"

Questions started shooting out of his mouth like a fully-auto machine gun. I surveyed my surroundings for some sort of cover just in case bullets started spraying the room.

Suddenly Jackson's eyes widened and he pointed in Natasha and Clint's direction."You!" He yelled. "You guys kidnapped me!" He rushed forward to the person nearest him which just happened to be Steve. He whipped out the pen he was fiddling with earlier.

I almost laughed. Go ahead, kid, I thought, scribble him to death, why don't ya? I stopped myself for two reasons. One, the look on his face was deadly. If looks could kill, we'd all be piles of ashes on the floor, which would suck for Fury because he'd have loads of paperwork. And two, when the boy uncapped the pen, it sprung out to reveal a three-foot-long, bronze sword (all of the Avengers plus Fury can see through the Mist). I had no idea how the sword got there or why a teenager would have a sword in the first place, but he pointed it under Steve's throat and demanded to know what he was doing here.

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