3 Months. (Percy Jackson x Marvel)

CHAPTER 6- Burning Food and Violence

Bruce's POV

I watched Percy awkwardly play with his food while everyone else started to. I nudged Tony beside me and nodded towards his nephew. Every time he went to take a bite, thunder boomed outside.
"Thor knock it off." Natasha chided, looking concerned at Percy, who was glaring at the sky.
"Tis not me, Lady Widow." Thor said nervously, glancing out the window that made up the wall.
"Uhh, do guys mind if I go ah pray real quick?" Percy asked, annoyed at praying? Everyone was quick to oblige, eager to earn his favour, some even bowing their heads. To everyone surprise and bewilderment, Percy picked up his plate and took it to the balcony. He walked over to the fireplace and, using a small blue lighter, lit it . Percy seemed to mutter a few words while scraping off a large portion into the fire before throwing water onto the fire.

The room was deathly quiet when Percy came back inside he sat down and started to eat.
"Uhh, sorry, kid, but what the hell was that?" Tony asked he shrank under the glares of every Avenger
"If you don't mind, of course," He added while smiling sheepishly.
"That was me praying, I thought you were a genius?" Percy said cooly while rubbing the back of his neck. Tony's mouth opened and closed on a loop before.
"Stark he got you, and you look like a fish stop." Natasha said while smirking evilly.
"But uh, Percy, if you don't mind me asking, don't know how you haven't lost faith in whatever religion you follow because ah, you are literally sitting next to a Norse God right now?" Clint asked, dumbfounded. Percy then side eyed Thor with such tenacity. Bruce thought that Thor was going to shrink under the pressure. Meanwhile Percy had started shaking with silent laughter.
"That's a good question..." He paused before continuing like he was trying to remember something. "Clint, right. Well if Banner here can turn into a giant green rage monster, these two were literally frozen in time and good ol' Peter can stick to the ceiling whats so wild about there being two sets of gods?" Percy finished eloquently. Meanwhile, Peter was confounded at someone figuring out his alter ego so quickly. With that, Percy stood up and headed back to his room, nodded at Thor, and said to Peter how, "It was easy to figure he's Spider-Man when Thor literally calls you Man of Spiders".
"Thor, you for some reason know the most about the kid for some reason. Do you know what religion he follows?" Tony sighed.
"Indeed, young Perseus follows the Greek Panthe-." Thor was cut off as if he was listening to someone talk before swallowing hard and continuing
"Percy follows the Greek Pantheon as a joke between friends, yes to uh see who can last the longest yes." Thor finished like he was reading off a low-budget script. Of course, no one was convinced.

Thor's POV

(AN the italics are the ✨ unknown powerful voice ✨/ Thor's head😧)

Stark had inquired on Perseus beliefs for some odd reason. Nevertheless, I was ready to provide the knowledge he desired.
"Indeed, young Perseus follows the Greek Panthe-."
SILENCE THOR. I felt the blood drain out of my face before resisting the urge to throw myself onto the floor and repent.
YOU WILL NOT FINISH YOUR SENTENCE.
Ye- yes, Lord Poseidon, it is truly an honour.
You will repeat what I say to these mortals.
Yes, Lord Poseidon.
"Percy follows the Greek Pantheon as a joke between friend yes, to uh see who can last the longest yes," I said shaking from the raw power I felt emanating from the God in my mind. I excused myself from the table to return to my dwelling.

This is Isabo, the time skip :)

Percy's POV

Taking one last glance in the mirror, I started the walk down the hallway to the kitchen. I had decided to go for a run and then finally go to the fabled gym I had heard so many wonderful things about. I arrived in the kitchen to find Steve and Bucky already there. I flashed them a quick smile before grabbing a glass of water and apple. I sat down with my snack, vowing to get more after.
"Percy, we're going for a run if you want to come?" Steve asked hesitantly as if I would start burning more food.
"Yeah, sure, I was planning on it anyway." I agreed, placing my glass in the sink.

We had reached Central Park quickly, both glancing back at me periodically. We had started running laps around the lake Bucky and Steve both speeding ahead of me. I was content with happily jogging along for once, NOT RUNNING FOR MY LIFE. But of course, the dam Fates had other plans.

I had been minding my own business going through a more secluded path surrounded by trees before a pair of wannabe gangsters had blocked my path abruptly.
" 'Scuse me just tryna get past."
"Nah, empty ya pockets and give us all you got." I scoffed at the two "thugs" before taking Riptide out and smiled sweetly at the pair.
"You 'spect us to believe that all you have is a lousy pen." I shrugged before simply walking around them.
"Don't think you can away from us that easy," the first guy said with the confidence of someone who wasn't wearing a ski mask in summer and the middle of the morning. I kept on walking before one of them grabbed my shoulder, spun me around, and threw a "punch" (it was extremely sad). I grabbed his fist and pulled it towards me and twisted it a way wrists really shouldn't go. Using my other hand pushed his shoulder while simultaneously using my foot to kick out his knee. The result was a large thud onto the concrete path.

The now downed man's partner was staring at him, gaping he seemed to regain his senses (not the common one, though). He walked towards me slowly before leaping at me, revealing a knife closed in his fist. I sidestepped casually before kneeing the knife out of his fist and kicking it away. I started to walk away, smirking at the leaves rustling behind me.

I chuckled at the knife and suddenly pressed against my throat before wrapping my hands around their forearm and executing a judo flip Annabeth would be proud of. Looking back at the two "criminals" that were now groaning on the floor. Honestly, the only crime they committed is being bad at fighting. I turned around to see two elderly super soldiers gaping at me.
"Having a nice run?" I asked playfully before I was bombarded with questions.
"Where did you learn how to fight like that?"
"How are you so calm you just got mugged?"
"Is this how you got those scars fighting?"
"That was honestly awesome, kid."

I let them ramble for a while so they could tire themselves out. When they finally stopped, I stared awkwardly before.
"Welp ima head out." I declared simply, pushing past the duo and breaking into a jog again back to the llama shaped tower.

I arrived at the tower feeling out of place in sweaty running gear in a sea of pristine suits and dresses. Ignoring the scoffs and whispers, I struggled to the private elevator and did not enjoy my traumatic ride upstairs.

I stepped out to find: Steve and Bucky gossiping with my uncle, Natasha and Clint hacking into Central Parks security cameras, Peter watching Vine on the ceiling, Pietro hitting Peter with a broom and Wanda eyeing me once again like I threw a baby out a window. Half the room went quiet when I walked in, staring at me, obviously imagining me decking two WWE champions. I made a beeline for my room, making a decisive decision that that was enough exercise for the day.

I hoped you enjoyed "Burning Food and Violence" let me know what you thought ESPECIALLY the fight scene. You would think after doing martial arts for like eight years it writing a fight scene would be easy. The final word count without the AN'S ofc is 1330.

I hope you have a great day/night and as a fun side quest tell me your favourite ship from PJO in the comments :)

-Noodles :)