Hi everyone!

I've decided to make this chapter earlier than expected due to inspiration from a very good story about Loki's relationship with Sally, though this one is a little different.

I do not own avengers or PJO, all the movies would be out already if I did, and I would be the daughter of Antman (the movie was soo good!) and giving Percy a break for once!

Also, I wasn't watching the movie as I wrote this, so I changed the scenes a bit. This starts after Loki throws Tony out of Stark Tower.

A round of applause to Cooljoanna14 for the chapter idea. It's great!

Here's the chapter!

Percy

The war was won. Gaea was again slumbering, lulled so deeply it is unlikely she will ever truly awaken again. The romans went back to California. All is well.

Or so we thought.

I was walking along, hand in hand with Annabeth, enjoying the sunshine, just as we passed Stark Tower. Suddenly, right above us there was a faint sound like glass shattering, and people started screaming and pointing.

"Oh, gods!" Annabeth pointed to the sky,"I think Tony Stark just fell out of Stark Tower!"

She was right.

He wasn't wearing any armor, so it was probable that in the next five minutes, he would go splat on the pavement.

Suddenly, something bright red and gold hit him in the arm. His suit was slowly building itself, attaching to Tony Stark's body and crawling up and down his limbs, joining together to form one piece of equipment: the Iron Man suit.

Right before his helmet went on, I could've sworn to the underworld and back, that he looked at me. He locked eyes with me, and for one second, I knew what he saw: two teenagers in orange shirts, with a look in their eyes that said Don't mess with me, I've dealt with worse. Two teenagers, one boy and one girl, watching him fall, with no reaction, no running, no screaming. Two teenagers watching a grown man fall to his death, and they didn't even bat an eye.

At that moment, I realized that our cover was blown.

Tony

That stinkin' son of a norse god threw me out of my own tower. My own tower!

And here I was falling, 150 stories down.

I pivoted in mid-air, so I could see the ground, and all the people pointing, screaming, and running around in panic.

Suddenly I felt something connect with my wrists and ankles and start crawling their way up my limbs.

Finally, I thought, Now I just have to wait for about 30 seconds for my whole suit to attach together while I plummet to my death.

As I got closer to the ground, I realized that two people weren't running around screaming. They weren't even moving. They were two teenagers, one boy, who was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and blue converse, while the girl wore a form-fitting orange t-shirt with khaki short-shorts, grey converse, while carrying a white messenger bag. The boy had wind-blown, jet-black hair that hung messily just below his eyebrows, sea-green eyes, a strong chin, and lips that held the barest trace of a smirk. The girl's curly blonde hair was up in a ponytail with bangs sweeping off to the side, framing her face, with grey eyes that were calculating the scene that was unfolding. She gripped her messenger bag as if she were about to pull it over her head and hit somebody with it. The pair stood completely still, the boy gripping what looked like-Was that a pen?-in his hand, but what was most startling about them wasn't their expressions, their lack of fear, or even their Something's about to jump out and attack us stance.

No. The most startling thing was their eyes.

Their eyes looked exactly like Steve's. They had a look that only those people who have seen massive death and destruction have in their eyes. A look that had seen war.

Their eyes held fear, hopelessness, death, carnage, loss, despair, and so many other emotions swirling around inside. They held the deaths of loved ones, of horrors only a very few have seen, of complete and utter devastation. But unlike those few, these two pairs of eyes held so much more. They were absolutely broken, as if they thought about it too much, they would break down crying, and never stop.

But their eyes still held more. They held hope, happiness, love. They had seen new life, new love, and new hope, along with joy and laughter. They had seen silliness, pranks, fights and friendships, fun, family and home. They were broken, shattered, but were repaired. There were cracks that would always be there, but they were glued strongly enough that they would never fall apart.

Just before my helmet snapped shut, I met eyes with the boy, and a look of realization passed over his face. He knew I had seen them, he knew I had seen their eyes, but his expression showed something I didn't expect: he had the expression of a deer in headlights, someone who was caught and wasn't sure if running would solve or worsen the problem. It was the expression of a spy who just realized their cover was blown.

Percy

Just as Iron Man's suit powered up, a man clad in green with a butterfly helmet jumped out of the window that Iron Man fell out of. He landed on his feet, which kind of creeped me out, because it reminded me of a cat.

"Hello, Stark."

The guy's voice was cruel, yet smooth (Is that how you would explain it?). It was dark, menacing. He pulled out a long staff, and attempted to blast Iron Man, but missed.

Yeah. This guy was definitely evil.

As I drew my sword, and Annabeth her dagger, the guy's appearance changed, and I was able to get a closer look. His weird helmet disappeared, and his clothes changed into a suit and trenchcoat. His long, greasy hair was gelled back, and he smiled in an evil, I'm about to watch the world get destroyed and I'm already crazy, so what the heck? Let's get popcorn sort of way. His eyes are what startled me the most, though.

They were dark, almost black. The blue irises were ringed with serpentine green, and were almost like a child of Hermes: calculating, mischievous, waiting to pull the prank, waiting for you to trip the wire. But that still wasn't what startled me the most.

The blue of his eyes exactly matched my mom's.

Ahh! A cliffy! Rick Riordan must be writing this!

No way! I'm writing this? Uncle Rick's rubbing off on me!

I digress. This story will be continued, don't worry! This just gives you some suspense, and me a bit of time for inspiration. This story will, at the most, be three chapters, but it will most likely be two.

If you have suggestions, feel free to tell me!

Also, a shout-out to Cooljoanna14, for the story idea. It is awesome!

Eat ice cream, ride ants, and read fanfiction!

Love,

mems1223