Percy Jackson and the Avengers

The Summoning Isn't Needed

Heyo!  Okay, so something is actually going to happen in this chapter!  Yay!  

Also, can we all agree that Logan Lerman was the perfect Percy, even though the movies were absolute trash?  He'd make a great 16 year old Percy for the Disney Plus series.  Just saying.

Okay, on with the chapter!

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Percy Jackson's P.O.V (First Person)

Tony ended up waking me up when we got to camp.  Apparently, I was beginning to sweat in my sleep, so they had Loki do some hocus pocus and make sure I didn't get tortured.  Thor had carried me into a van, so that we would look less 'conspicuous' - whatever that meant.  I mean, if it meant, 'look like a bunch of kidnappers trying to take a child cross-country', then, they succeeded.  Apparently, a cop stopped them on the way to camp, but that's none of my business, is it?

Once I woke up, Camp was in front of us.  Tony and the others obviously didn't see anything except a strawberry farm, but the gods, my cousins, and I, felt right at home.  We walked in, leaving Tony, Nat, Clint, Bruce, Cap, and Peter trying to figure out how not to hit their heads on the magic barrier.

I laughed before saying, "I, Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon, give Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, and Peter Parker, permission to enter Camp Half-Blood."

The barrier shimmered and all of them entered - well, all except Natasha.  She still couldn't get in.  She scowled at me, and I raised an eyebrow, "Is Natasha not your real name?"

She nodded, "Well..." she rubbed the nape of her neck, "Technically, my name Natalia Romanova.  I'm Russian and some stuff happened, making me change my name..."

I nodded to her, giving her entrance.  I knew she was spy-assassin the moment I met her, and that she had secrets, but her name wasn't supposed to be one of them.  Huh. The more you know, I guess.

Once everyone was inside and exploring, I let out a shrill whistle, calling for the Avengers, Peter, and Loki, to get in line.  Of course, they didn't.  So, I did the next best thing.  I called for Mrs.O'Leary, my friendly hellhound.  She bounded out of the shadows, knocking the Avengers over.

She jumped on top of me, slobbering my with drool and licks.  I had to push off me, but it was definitely a very nice gesture.  I dried myself off before telling my doggo to go get Annabeth.  She ran off, leaving me with the 'fallen' heroes.

I laughed and stood in front of them.  Once they all got up, I clapped my hands, "Okay!  There's eight of you!  I have to sort you guys into cabins for our stay here.  So let's see.  Loki would do great in either the Hecate or Nemesis Cabins.  You can choose one.  Tony, you're Hephaestus - no doubt.  Cap, you can be in the Zeus Cabin...don't ask why.  Natasha, you're Ares definitely.  Peter, you're Iris.  Bruce and Clint, Apollo Cabin.  And Thor," I gulped, "you're in the Zeus Cabin.  Don't get into any fights with his statue."

Thor laughed before nodding and asking, "Should I show the Avengers their cabins, young hero?"

I raised an eyebrow, not knowing how he knew the layout of Camp.  I nodded, nevertheless.  I walked over to the Athena Cabin, where Cap was making friends. Who knew he was so good at battle strategy?  I saw Annabeth practically fangirling over the fact that Tony Stark, one of the world's top architects, was here.

She ran over to me, "Seaweed Brain!  I don't know how you managed this, but Tony Stark is here!  As in, here, here!"

I laughed, "I have my moments."