Rachel had a normal life of a mortal. Well, if you forget that she was the oracle of Camp Half- Blood and her dad was a billionaire.

Which technically made her a billionaire. Or a spoiled rich kid, which Rachel had snorted at every time she thought about it.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare? A spoiled rich kid?

Sure she was rich, but she didn't care. If she had it her way, she would donate all of the money to help endangered creatures.

But it was her dad's money, and he does the same thing he always does with it. Buy land and open subdivisions and malls.

Then there was the Greek Gods side. Being oracle was safer than being a demigod, but she was sure that she got more stupid questions than the Aphrodite kids.

Does the Apollo kid like me? What happens when I get married? Gods. If she didn't like Camp so much, she would probably strangle anyone who asked her a love question.

A love question. For the Oracle. There's a reason that Camp has Aphrodite kids.

After the war, Rachel took to walking the streets of New York, it gave her an excuse to get away from her dad at least. She always took a small dagger with her too, just in case of thugs, and of course, monsters, It wasn't like she was going to be attacked 'cause she was a mortal, but better safe than sorry, right?

Occasionally she would peek in alleyways, knowing that she just might find Percy there if he was in New York.

She knew from experience that he somehow winded up there fighting some monster.

She never expected to see the other guy.

"Peter Parker," he said when he introduced himself.

He was tall, as tall as Percy, and had brown hair. He was kinda cute in a nerdy way. She would bet ten bucks that he was obsessed with science.

Turns out she was right.

"How you doing Perce?" Rachel asked carefully.

"Never better," he replied with the same carefulness Rachel had.

Rachel fixed him with a I-know-you're-lying-but-I'm-not-going-to push-it look because she knew that Percy didn't want Peter to know, no matter how long they knew each other.

She would also bet ten bucks that they had met only a couple days ago.

"Nice car," she said when she saw the red car behind Percy. Too bad it was wrecked.

"Who did you steal it from?"

"I didn't steal it, I borrowed it," Percy said rolling his eyes. "I took it out for a spin. I doubt Stark has driven this car for sometime. Peter even found dynamite in one of the seats."

"Dynamite? Stark? Wow, you've been busy."

"Yeah, you know me. Stuff to do."

There was awkwardness in the air before Peter jumped in.

"Um, yeah. We should probably get back to the tower."

Percy nodded his head. "Yeah, good idea."

Percy got in the driver's seat and Peter took shotgun. Rachel slid in the back.

"Well, I hope this works," Percy hoped, gunning the engine. When the car started up, he broke into a huge smile. "Hey it does! Maybe I can get Stark to get me a car."

Rachel smiled too, but it quickly turned into a confused look. "Wow, you weren't really kidding about the dynamite."

Percy gave a short laugh. "Yeah, I don't really want to know why Stark has dynamite in the backseat of his car."

"Yeah, how do you know each other?" Peter interjected.

"Hoover Dam," Percy and Rachel simultaneously said.

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare, at your service." She leaned forward and shook hands with Peter.

"Dare? Like Dare Enterprises?" Peter asked.

Rachel made a grimace. "Yeah, that Dare Enterprises."

Percy pulled into the garage of Stark Tower.

"We're here," he announced.

"I've never been to the lower levels," Rachel commented offhandedly.

Percy raised his eyebrows. "You've been here?"

"Just once. My dad had a meeting. I met him at by the door. It's a nice place. I've never met Stark though."

"Well, I guess you're going to meet him today."

Percy, Peter and Rachel went up the elevator and walked to the kitchen.

"Help your self to the food," Percy said to Rachel. "I hope there's pizza. I think we may have ran out this morning."

"As I recall, this is my kitchen," A voice said, filling the room.

"Not anymore old man," Percy replied, stuffing his face with pizza he found at the back of the fridge.

"Kid, I can run circles around you and leave you dazed." Stark shot back.

"Oh really? 'Cause-

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare," she interrupted. "And you're Stark, right?"

To Percy he said: "Bringing friends home, are we now?"

He redirected his attention to Rachel. "Who else would be this handsome? And Dare. Why is that name so familiar?"

"Dare Enterprises. My dad met with you once." Her voice fell flat.

"Dare Enterprises. Well, if you don't mind me saying-

Stark stopped mid sentence. Percy, Peter and Rachel looked at the ground before them, just like Stark.

Cracks, weaving through the ground had black goo oozing out of them. Percy had to look away and Peter had a shiver spread down his back. It was only Rachel that stepped forwards.

"What…" She whispered. "What is that?"

She took a napkin on the table, bent down and caught some black goo.

"I think we need some help." She glanced up at Stark. "Well, Mr. Engineer, let's find out what this is made of."

Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a few weeks, I've been so busy with school and I just started Science Fair. Have any of you seen the pilot of Agents of Shield? Coulson and Agent Hill, I just might write that into this story... Well, 'till next time!