I'm going to try and keep my A/Ns low key, but I am prone to rambling before writing.

Anyways, I'm on a roll right now, so I might keep on updating more frequently than usual on this story. Probably going to update a few chapters in one week. I have to write the most I can.

Yeah, I know I'm making Magnus kinda OOC, but forgive me- I was talking in a detached way. From the next chapter on, I might forget to give disclaimers, so pardon if I do. I do not want to be sued, so this story's plot is only partially mine, as are any OCs or background installations of my own.

+ Oh, and I'm not a native English speaker, so plz excuse any of my mistakes.

When Tony Stark was in his car, waiting for a traffic signal, he didn't expect to be nearly smashed by a large truck. He also didn't expect to see a kid run in front of that particular truck, and save a man from becoming a grease spot on the road. And he certainly wasn't expecting the unconscious kid to encase himself in a golden, somehow healing light. Especially not when he was standing next to the nearly- dead kid with a phone in his hand.

"911, sir. What can we do to help you?"

Tony glanced at the boy sprawled across the road in a tangled manner, looking pretty bad with the blood splattered across his clothes, but he knew something was different with the teen. His twisted limbs were hopelessly entangles, but they didn't look very broken or damaged. In fact, the billionaire was alarmed to find that the horrible gash across the boy's bare left arm was already healing- and he could see the flesh literally mending itself together.

"Uh, no thanks, I think I've called the wrong number." He told the receiver.

Happy, finally free from the jammed car door came over. "Sir," he said. "what's with the boy?"

Tony looked at his bodyguard, raising an eyebrow. "He has cool healing powers. Do I have to bring him in?"

He then shrugged at his own question. "Oh well, Happy, get Pepper on the phone for me. And the kid in the car."

As Happy was about to do so, a man in black clothing ran up to him and began gesturing wildly with his hands. With mild surprise, Tony realized that this was the man the kid had saved. He was blond, pretty tall and slender, with a really alarmed expression on his face.

"Hey, hey there!" Tony called.

The man seemed not to hear him. After a moment, Tony realized the man could not speak, and he was simply using sign language. Tony regretted that he hadn't learned the letters when he was in school.

On the other hand, Hearth was very, very exasperated.

He signed dramatically, worried for the child, Magnus, for the teenager lying unconscious within this strange man's car was as important to him as if he was his own son. Hearth threw a concerned glance at the kid.

Give me Magnus!

"What are you doing, kid? I don't read sign language!"

Man-with-the-beard, I'm supposed to take care of him.

"Happy, do you read sign language?"

"No, sir!"

Seriously just let me take Magnus to Blitzen! He knows what to do!

"What?"

Why aren't you understanding- hey wait I can't read your lips if you get into the car- hey!

Tony, baffled by the strange man's sign language, slammed the car door shut and Happy drove off, leaving behind a very, very dumbfounded blond man.

Stark gave the knocked out kid a concerned glance. He looked a bit like Thor, he noticed vaguely as the care turned a corner. He wondered if Fury knew what to do with the kid. Maybe he was a test subject, like cap?

Oh well, Tony thought. I miss Shawarma.

LINE BREAK (NORMAL LINE BREAKS DO NOT SEEM TO WORK AT ALL)

When I actually woke up after the accident, I didn't really think I was alive. I thought I'd already died and moved on. That the blinding whiteness of the clinic ceiling was just an illusion.

That's when I smelled hand-sanitizer and was like, yeah I'm not dead yet. There's no way that heaven would have hand sanitizer. Sanitizers are evil.

Shaking my head, I sat up in the cot I was placed in, my head groggy and my limbs frozen with exhaustion. I winced when I stretched the wrong muscle. It hurt a lot.

The room I was sitting in didn't seem to be a normal hospital, but it rather looked like a lab, with impeccable white walls and only the most basic of medical equipment. And more importantly, there were no doctors to be seen- and that concerned me a bit. I liked to be safe with Blitz and Hearth, thank you very much.

I kinda panicked when a black man with an eyepatch walked in through the door.

Dammit.

What is happening here? Was I caught for pickpocketing? Did someone recognize me from those ads Uncle Randolph put up? Did I accidentally heal myself again? Where the heck is Hearth?! Am I going to be thrown in jail? Is this all some sort of secret conspiracy? What should I-

The scary man looked at me straight in the eye.

"Magnus Chase, seventeen. Went missing two years ago, when his mother died in a fire. Has incredible healing abilities- known to have shown such in various states across the country. Note; seems to have inhuman strength and speed." He said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Is this quite right, Mr. Chase?"

The dude's eyes- well, eye, really- bore into my eyes, making me shift uncomfortably. His expression was stony faced, firm lips set in a permanent grimace. He looked like he could crush anyone- especially someone like me- into oblivion in a few seconds.

I inched backward.

"Yeah, that's me..?" I mumbled.

"I don't like to make things complicated, Chase. So humor me. Who are you?"

I gave the man a look over. Quite stocky and broad shouldered, tall, with a small moustache and a permanent frown etched onto his features. His single eye bore into my own. Which was like, totally weird. I had a lot of experience watching people but little experience when it came to being watched.

"You already know who I am. That's why you have the profile, don't you?" I said.

I wasn't really sure what made me so bold. He was a government official, he knew my name. That was usually a bad sign for homeless people.

"That doesn't mean I know what happened to you on the night your mother died. A single mother with a smart problem kid. Dies in a fire that couldn't be extinguished by the fire department. The kid, who was in that apartment, was never found. Suspicious, not?"

I grimaced. He was talking about that day. The day that still caused me some restless nights. I didn't want to remember what happened, and I was glad that I didn't. I had no idea how I was left fine and alive, but I wasn't curious. Nope.

"Er, well, I wasn't home when it happened…"

The scary black eye bore into mine.

"Well, we both know that's not true."

Hey, I can't exactly tell you that my uncle is part of a psychotic group that tried to murder my mom and dad and managed to kill my dad, now, can I?

I gave him a forced smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I think this interrogation is called illegal detainment."

The dude gave me a small, patronizing smile. I raised my eyebrows.

"The name's Nick Fury, director of the S.H.I.E.L.D. And Chase? There's something we'd like for you to take a look at. Yes, this also means you're not being illegally detained. You're now enlisted under our list of dangerous; immediately detain figures, and I'm afraid you have no other option."

I stared back at the man.

Are you effing kidding me?! Dammit.

Sooooo, that was chapter two! I'm sorry that took a while to come up. As I may have mentioned before, I'm suffering a writer's block, which means I'm also pretty much writing at a really, really slow pace. FORGIVE ME!

Anyways, hope ya'all enjoy this chapter.

I know it's crappy, it's OOc, and I'm a terrible writer, but forgive me!

(and thank you for the reviews I received! As well as all the followers and favs! Reviews help me write faster- and also, hope ya'all had a happy Halloween!)

Oh and also, there was a tumblr post I decided to do a oneshot about? About the Chases bringing their respective girlfriends to their homes, and the two gods internally freaking out?

Plz tell me if you'd like that