Broken

Again?

Percy's P.O.V

It has been two days since I was attacked. I walked back to my apartment in New York. It was small but cosy. I went there and got in the shower. I felt all of my cuts and bruises fade. I got out and put on jeans when I heard a knock at the door. I went and answered it. I saw a red head with short straight hair and green eyes. It was the girl that attacked me the other day. She blushed a scarlet colour and I realised I wasn't wearing a shirt. I smirked and leaned on the door frame.

"Like what you see?" I asked. If possible she blushed deeper. I laughed.

"Aren't you one of the weirdos that attacked me?" She glared slightly at me.

"So what do I owe the pleasure? Is it only you this time?"

"Y-yeah, it's only m-me." She stammered. I laughed again. "Come on in." I said and led her in. I slipped on a shirt and sprawled over a couch.

"What is so important that you tracked me down twice?" I asked. As she opened her mouth to speak there was a knock at the door. I raised an eyebrow at her. She shook her head. I answered the door and recognised the person. It was the cop that told me my parents had died.

"Sergeant, and what do I owe this pleasure?"

"May I come in Perseus?" He asked. I led him inside. The seargeant gestured to the girl.

"And who is this?" He asked.

"She's a friend." I replied immediately.

"Since you are not yet of age, you need a legal guardian." He told me. I looked at him in surprise. "We've tracked down a relative from your mom's side of the family. The only living one is a billioner named Tony Stark."

"A billioner?" I asked, dumbstruck.

"Tony?" The red head asked with surprise.

"He was your mothers older brother." The sergeant said.

"You're Tony's nephew?" The girl asked, dumbstruck as well. Then the sergeant left. The red head stared at me.

"Who's Tony Stark?" I asked. She looked confused.

"You don't know Tony Stark? Would the name Iron Man ring a bell?" I shook my head.

"Where have you been last year?" She muttered.

"Tony Stark, AKA Iron Man is the guy in the metal suit from the other day." She said.

"Oh, the robot guy is my uncle? Strange, but I've had stranger relatives. "

"So I guess you were here to convince me to go with you. But I guess I have to now." I sighed.

"You haven't told me your name yet."

"It's Natalie." She responded immediately. I tilted my head.

"No it's not. You're lying. People usually make a new name that starts with the same letter. It's Na...Naala? No...how about Natasha?" I asked. I saw shock written on her face. I smirked.

"Hi Natasha." I went to my room and packed a few things. I got out and we drove in silence to the Stark Tower.

"Just to let you know, when news of you being Tony's nephew spreads, you are not going to have a moments privacy. The paparazzi are pests."

"Are you famous?" I asked. She looked at me strangely.

"Don't you know who I am? I am Black Widow!" I looked at her weirdly.

"Is that like a code name or a superhero name or something?" I asked.

"Never mind." She muttered.

"We're here." She said, interrupting the awkward silence. I got out and sadly looked at the building. Annabeth would've loved it. The architecture was amazing...No! Stop thinking about her! I walked in and Natasha led me to an elevator. I stopped in my tracks.

"No. No way I am going in there." I told her. She looked confused.

"An elevator?"

"I hate elevators." I muttered. "I'll take the stairs." I told her. After the doors of death, I never want to go into an elevator again. I walked to the stairs and realised Natasha was following me.

"I'll come with you." She said. After dozens of stairs, and one very tired redhead, we made it to the floor we were supposed to go to. Natasha gasped for air. I helped her up and she leaned heavily on me. I picked her up bridal style and continued walking. I could tell she was exhausted. There were a lot of stairs. I hadn't even broken a sweat yet. I led her to a lounge type thing and slipped her onto a couch. Just then I heard a yell.

"What have you done to Natasha!" The person shouted. I looked around and saw a blond haired guy with blue eyes. He had so many muscles.

"Relax, she's just tired. After seventy flights of stairs, it's normal for someone to be tired." I said simply. The guy slowly edged around me and towards Natasha. The guy called someone and I saw a guy with a gotee and dark eyes.

"Perseus Jackson?" He asked.

"It's Percy." I snapped.

"Wow Natasha, I didn't think you would be able to convince him, but I was wrong." I glared at him. "Tony! How dare you undermine me!" Natasha mumbled.

"I didn't come here because of her. I came here because of you." I said coldly to Tony.

"You're my uncle."