It starts with a bang.

Loud and sudden and Percy is sure that someone, no, something, had come to kill him. He reaches for Riptide on the nightstand and quickly uncaps the weapon, just in case a monster had somehow found its way onto his fire escape.

The room is filled with a faint bronze glow as the demigod makes his way over to the window. He doesnt hear anything but labored breathing that wasn't his own. It makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and yet, he still creeps towards the window and slowly pulls it open.

He sticks his sword out first, carefully swinging it around as a precaution, before slowly climbing through himself, being mindful of the faintly glowing moonlace planted just outside of the window. As he stands to full height, he glances around, looking for any sign of trouble. Upon seeing none, he turned and was about to make his way back into his bedroom, that is, until he heard the groan coming from the firescape above him. He looked up slowly, he didn't want to alert whatever was up there to his presence, at least not yet.

What he saw wasn't as unusual as some of the things that he was used to, but it was still pretty unusual.

On the level above him was a person who seemed to be curled up in a ball and groaning in pain. From what Percy could see from through the metal of the fire escape, he seemed to be wearing some sort of costume, that was torn and bloody in some places, and burnt in the others. He couple only vaguely make out the design of the costume but it did seem vaguely familiar. Almost like he'd seen it somewhere in passing but wasn't paying enough attention to accurately remember it. He'd probably seen it on the news, super powered individuals were all the rage these days and Percy was sure one had just landed on his fire escape.

And so Perseus Jackson, a tired seventeen year old and twice savor of Olympus, weighs his options.

Either help the hurting superhero, or walk away like he'd never seen him there.

His better nature got the best of him, the human side, the side that his mother had raised and nurture against all odds because she loved him way too much to let his godly nature take over, even as a child.

It was odd to think about, he knew how much he changed when the celestial part of him took over. How eldritch it could make him when he let his fathers nature take hold. He was a demigod, only half human, and sometimes, it showed. He'd seen it during the Giant war, when demigod had to fight for the sake of their entire race of people. He knew it affected all the children of the gods, but children of the olympians had it worse, children of the big three even more so.

He'd seen it in Jason in the way that his skink had become translucent and you could see the lightning dancing beneath his skin, in the way that his limbs had seemed elongated and seemed tpo twist and turn with the very winds that he controlled.

He'd seen it in Piper, when her features became damn near alien, looking both beautiful and terrifying and ever changing and terrible, how her voice sounded like the call of a banshee and a siren all at once.

He seen it in Leo, when he literally became a beast of fire and skin and lava and metal, when he'd become unrecognizable and could only be compared to a living sun.

He'd seen it in Hazel, the way her arms became living jewel stones and metals, yet still moved in the way that a human's would, and her eyes became bright red, almost like they were replaced with rubies.

He'd seen it in Frank as well, with the way his hands dripped with blood and how jagged weapons protruded from his back yet didn't seem to hinder the Roman demigods movement in any way.

He'd seen it in Annabeth, too. The way her head had swiveled around much further than it was supposed to. How her features turned almost owl like and her neck elongated slightly. How her eyes turned almost see through and he was sure that he could see the information being recorded in her eyes as she looked at the battle field.

He'd seen it in himself, when his arms had turned into water and his teeth had sharpened into something like sharks teeth. Much like that of Charybdis, his fathers monstrous daughter who currently occupied the Sea of Monsters. He saw it in the way that he became feral and vicious, almost like he'd let the most dangerous currents of the sea take control of his body. That was the day that he had accessed the full scope of his fathers powers.

A groan broke him out of his thoughts of the past and he remembered the injured superhero bleeding above his head. Before he sighed and quickly rushed up to help the wounded hero.

He gently scooped the man up into his arms and was surprised at how easy it was to carry the man, boy, person? He wasn't sure what to make of the hero yet. He carefully made his way down the ladder and back into his bedroom before setting the superhero down on his bed. Which was probably a bad idea seeing as the hero was still bleeding.

That said, he quietly reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled out the first aid kit and began to bandage the hero. He had already decided not to remove the hero's suit, they had a secret identity for a reason. As he did so, he finally got a good look at the emblem on the superhero's suit.

The spider on the hero's chest finally clicked the last piece in place.

Percy Jackson had just saved Spider-Man's life.

He shook his head at the thought. The guy had been essential doing the same thing that Percy was, and for some reason, Percy felt grateful. Percy knew about the other heroes in New York, but Spider-Man always felt closer than the rest, despite the fact that they all did the same thing.

It was weird, and the 17 year old knew that it was such. But he kept bandaging the spider themed hero anyway. It was the least he could do.

Peter Parker, aka Spider-man was having a particularly bad night, he'd been ambushed by something that he couldn't see and he was damn near certain that he now had a concussion.

He landed on a fire escape with a loud bang, and just lied there. Everything hurt and it was a pain to breath. He closed his eyes and let out a groan of pain. While he did have an enhanced healing factor he had no idea how long it would take for it to kick in.

He heard the sound of a window opening but didn't pay it any attentinon, his brain was too scattered to concentrate. Before he could properly understand what was happening, he was being picked up and carried off somewhere.

Eventually, when he was on the brink of unconsciousness, he felt himself being placed down on something soft and before he knew it. He heard the shuffling of someone moving around, but he didn't open his eyes. His head hurt too much and he was sure any amount of light would surely send him over the edge. It was a weird sensation though, he felt safe, yet his sense were still yelling at him to move, be somewhere else, just get out. But he didn't listen, whatever he was on, he had to guess a bed, was comfortable and all he wanted to do was sleep. So he closed his eyes and listened to the humming of whoever had decided to show him mercy and let himself drift further and further into the land of sleep.

He did however, take careful note of the smell of the sea that seemed to permeate the room and for some reason, he thought about how long it had been since he had gone swimming. The smells and the thoughts of the ocean lulled him to sleep like a lullaby, and the almost sirenic humming of his savior only helped.

Soon enough, Peter Parker found himself asleep in the bed of a stranger, and he could only hope that this turned out well.