Inside the car, Percy and Peter made small talk. Peter found out that Percy's favorite color was blue and he was eighteen.

When Percy said that he was turning nineteen in August, he said it with such pride that Peter had to give him a funny look.

"I know it sounds funny, but I never imagined turning nineteen. The oldest demigod I knew was eighteen years old."

"Was?" Peter questioned.

"Yeah. Luke. He's dead now," Percy said softly.

Peter felt so awkward that he decided not to say anything.

Percy talked louder, probably trying to drown out bad memories.

"I mean, technically, the oldest demigod I knew was Daedalus who was a couple thousand years old. But does that count? 'Cause he transferred his soul into an animus. And he was also cursed by Athena."

Ignoring Peter's look, Percy continued.

"But I guess the oldest demigod I've heard of was, like, 63 when he died. Thalia, my cousin told me about him once. But I don't think he counts either because his dad cursed him to live in a house where anyone who went inside besides him got killed. So I guess, Luke was the oldest demigod I knew."

Peter just had to comment. "His dad cursed him? Don't they, you know, have feelings for their kids?"

Percy snorted. "Godly families are messed up. Hell, I have a half brother who has two fish tails for legs."

"Triton?"

"The one and only."

There was a period of silence before Peter spoke. "So, why do you think the guy's dad cursed him?"

"He probably offended him somehow. It's not uncommon. Athena cursed, or rather, branded Daedalus and he was her son."

"Does that happen a lot?"

"It's not unusual. It hasn't happened in recent years. Luke, the guy I was talking about earlier, switched sides in the first war. Basically he was the main demigod bad guy. But his dad, Hermes, didn't give up on him. My second year at camp, Hermes helped me, hoping that I'll find Luke. You can never tell what's going on with gods, but unlike some gods, Hermes tries."

"So you two are friends then?"

"As I said before, you can never tell with gods. It's more of a...I do him favors and he helps me out. But, you know, when it comes to godly favors, I really don't have a choice." Percy smiled."At least I get stuff out of it sometimes."

Peter opened his mouth to ask more questions, but suddenly they were cut off and Percy swerved to avoid being hit by the car. Percy drove the car into a empty alleyway, not seeing anymore options.

"Well?" Percy asked, opening the car door and getting out. "Aren't you coming?"

"What?" Peter asked, confused.

"Come on!" Percy stuck his head back in the car. "Let's go to central Park. It's only five to seven minutes away from here."

Peter slowly got out of the car, unconvinced.

"Dude." Percy said. "We can, like, leave the car here and walk to Central Park. Dodge cars on the streets and stuff. Can't do that with a car."

"Yeah, but this is New York," Peter pointed out. "I bet someone will carjack it or tow it when we come back here. And then Stark will be mad at us of stealing his car and losing it."

Percy grumbled. "Fine. It would've been more fun though."

The noise of gravel under shoes alerted them.

Two large guys stood at the end of the alleyway. Percy looked to the other side of the alley way him and saw two more large guys.

Percy stuffed his hands in his pockets, trying to look like a awkward teenager and also reaching for riptide, thinking that the guys were monsters. Peter however was mentally preparing himself for a fight, his spidey senses going off, not once imagining that they could be attacked from something in Greek myths..

"Do we have a problem here guys?" Percy asked, trying to look innocent, but failing.

Two guys brandished knives while the remaining two took out guns.

"Whoa. Guys, there's no need for that," Percy promised.

"Hopefully we won't have to use these. Right boys?" One of the thugs growled.

The thug with the gun walked closer to Percy and Peter. " Your money. All of it. And we'll take the car too."

Percy shook his head. "We don't have any money."

The thug bared his teeth. "Two teenagers, driving around in a expensive sports car? I highly doubt it."

Peter clapped his hands. "Wow. Expensive? Big word. Wouldn't have expected you to use it."

The thug growled. "So we got a smart mouth over here? I bet you won't talk so much after I cut you tongue out with a knife!"

Percy let out a huge sigh. "Oh gods no."

In one motion, he round house kicked the gun out of of the thug's hand and sent it sailing, smashing into the wall.

Peter took out his web slinger and flicked it, grabbing the second gun out of the other thug who was standing at the end of the alleyway.

Percy punched the thug he was fighting with and sent him staggering.

Peter took care of the thug he was fighting with, even though it wasn't much of a fight. (Peter had the thug stuck to the wall with his web slinger.)

Percy jumped on top of the car and leaped off, ending at the other side of the alleyway. He punched one thug in the stomach and ducked to avoid the other thug's swing to his head with the knife. Percy grabbed the knife in the first thug's hand, trying to knock it out in pure effort.

Peter flicked his web slinger and stuck the thug behind Percy, to the wall.

Percy, using his full body weight, slammed the thug to the wall, knocking him out.