Demigod Avenger

Chapter Two - The Reality That Is My Life

Nico p.o.v.

I woke up in the alley. My body was stiff. I slowly stood up hoping to avoid passing out, I was probably getting close to being malnourished due to living a month on the streets. I also refused to steal food. Before camp, I lived in the streets. I had lived there my whole life. Older kids would look out for me when I was extremely young, but I caught on quickly and soon could pickpocket and survive without anyone looking out for me. But being at camp gave me a new set of morals, so no matter what, I would not steal. Instead I would help people with carrying groceries and other random stuff and hope they would give me something after. I called this my "patrol". Of course, this was New York, and most people just kept to themselves and almost ran away from me, most likely weirded out by a street kid offering to help them with stuff. I quickly found that helping people who were new to New York had a higher success rate.

I walked out of the alley and began patrol. I had helped one cat out of a tree, two elderly ladies cross the road, and a family carry their groceries, and all I earned was a dollar and an orange. I ate the orange slowly, savoring the feeling of food in my stomach. Dang! I missed those camp meals, the food always seemed never ending. Back then I had trouble making myself eat sometimes, but now, I had no problem. I was walking down by the grocery store in hopes of finding some food in the trash or someone in need of help, when I came across a rather odd sight. There was a large group of people, maybe around seven or eight, they were all wearing hats or hoods and sunglasses and were sitting around a table. Something about them caught my attention, I just stood there watching them. Then one of them looked over at me, he then proceeded to whisper something in one of the girls ear. She then looked over at me. I felt awkward just watching them, but I could not look away. Then they all got up and started walking in my direction. Shoot! I can not get caught by child protection services. I quickly got to my senses, and bolted away.

Tony Stark p.o.v.

Clint, Natasha, Bruce, Steve, Thor and I decided to go out today, Bucky decided to stay back. We got on hoods, hats, and sunglasses and left to get coffee or something. We went to a coffee shop that was connected to a grocery store, because nobody expects the worlds mightiest heroes to go to that kind of store. I was talking to Bruce about some new technology we could work on, when I noticed Clint and Natasha whispering. "What's going on you two?" I ask.

"Someones watching us." Natasha says in a low voice.

"Who?" Steve asks, voicing the question for the rest of us.

"The kid over by the plants." Clint responds.

"The homeless looking one? Do you think somethings up with him?" Steve asks.

"He's been staring at us for quite some time. I think we should go talk to him, maybe get a picture to search him up with S.H.I.E.L.D." Natasha offers. We stand up to go over to him, when suddenly he snaps to attention, and bolts away from us. We rush after him, he's fast, but not as fast as a super solider. Steve catches him and drags him back to us.

"Hey kid, we just wanted to know what you were doing and why you were staring at us." I said while looking the kid over. The kids clothes are ripped and dirty, you could see his arms were covered in bruises and scars. He was also super underweight, but the thing that caught us all by surprise were his eyes. They looked broken, like he had seen the horrors of the world. I saw those eyes in myself every day. The kids eyes look us over, and suddenly, he looks at Thor and his eyes go wide in a look of shock, surprise, and fear. What could make a kid scared of Thor? The kid immediately kneels in front of Thor. 

"Greetings, I can tell you are a god, but I can not tell who you are, I apologize greatly." The kid said, his voice wavering slightly at the end. 

"Hello young one," Thor says, "You are Greek, yes?" The kid looks up and nods, but remains kneeling in front of the god. "Rise, do not fear me, I am Thor the Norse god of Thunder. You are Nico, right? I met your cousin Perseus once." Wait, Thor knows this kid? How? And what does being Greek have to do with it?

"Yes, I am Nico." The boy, who apparently is named Nico says. I notice his eyes start to water at the name Perseus. He slowly starts to stand, obviously still fearing Thor. I notice in the background Bruce taking a picture of the boy. "Have you heard the news, Thor?" Nico asked. Thor shook his head. "The seven, Reyna, Will and Nico have died." The kid says, "We were in an elevator after..." The kids voice trails off.

Thor obviously understood because he looked at the young kid in shock and horror. "How is your family?" Thor asked, his tone was gentle, like a father talking to his son.

"I do not know. I was kicked out after." Nico responds. So he was kicked out of his family, that would explain his appearance. He shakes his head, his knees shaking slightly. He stays like that for a second before he seems to remember people are around. He immediatly straightens himself up, his posture now looking a soldier's. It looked so wrong on a child. His eyes scan the area, looking for threats. "Now if you will excuse me, I have to go on patrol." Nico says. Patrol? Is he a vigilante too?

"Patrol?! Wait, what?! I am so lost, are you..." Clint starts but is interrupted by Nico.

"I refuse to steal for food, so I go around helping people and hoping they give me something for it. I call it patrol. I also check the garbages, and right now there is an apple core in that garbage over there." Nico answers while pointing to a garbage can. He runs between Bruce and Thor and over to the can. He fishes the core out of it, and runs off.

We all turn to Thor. He obviously knows what we are going to ask, but before we can ask he says, "It is not my place to share, figure it out yourself." He began to walk away, leaving a bunch of confused superheroes in his wake.

Nico p.o.v.

"Well that was certainly weird," I thought to myself as I ate the remainder of the apple from the core. I was walking back to the alley. I began to think at the weird group of mortals and the god. I had my suspicions that other parathions existed, after all, if the Greek and Romans exist, why shouldn't the Egyptians and Norse? However, I did not know that Percy had made contact with any of them. That was a dangerous game... however that described 80% of the stuff Percy did.

I turned into the alley, my stomach no where close to satisfied with the apple core and orange. I did however have a dollar now. I let my mind daydream as to what I would spend it on. It hurt to think about how my life has changed since two months ago. Two months ago I had a family and a full belly, now I am alone and with an empty stomach. My last thoughts for the night were that I did not visit the graves, and that the reality that is my life sucks.