FADING SCARS (Avenger/Pjo crossover)COMPLETED

When the receptionist thinks your lying....

That song is so cool!!!!! Listen to the whole thing, I think that it's cool and sad at the same Time....It's awesome! I love that Band!

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Tony wasn't even trying to sound imprudent when he said that the boy looked like a underfed zombie.

The disheveled choppy hair, hollow cheeks smeared with left over flakes of soot which Tony could only suppose was from the same fire in which his sister had died in. Unless it was a fashion statement of some sort, but what kind of purpose would it have?

Save the blush! Instead use dust!

Tony didn't have a clue.

He wished he could have walked into the station with his ironman suit on, but unfortunately he was bitterly disappointed as the metal detector went viral. Oh well...instead as entered the station he removed his iron suit converting it into a professional looking briefcase. He had found the diagram in a machine shop when his car had broken down and he couldn't find a part. Their was only two people their and they were teenagers, probably the owners kids. Tony didn't think they'd mind so he took the diagram. But strangely instead of a suit the diagram was changing a metal dragon into a suitcase. Strange but useful for his suit.

   The boy was sitting in one of the worn chairs in the waiting office his eyes closed, like he was sleeping. But Tony noticed that his eye twitched every so often, leading him to a different conclusion. In his arms he held a small bundle, and for some reason though it was 80° degrees out (That's Fahrenheit, in Celsius it would around 28) the boy was decked in long sleeve blue hoodie and a pair of ripped dark jeans.

  He could see the resemblance between himself and the boy. Even if Tony was obviously better looking. Their faces were shaped similar and they both had the same dark hair. But judging from his slumped shoulder and dark bags under his eyes, the boy had a tough week.

As Tony neared the boy he found himself being stopped by the highly manicured hand of the receptionist that until two seconds ago was sitting at the desk. She frowned at him and gestured to his nephew and his bundle.

   "I'm sorry sir, I had direct orders not to let anyone near them." Tony frowned, as the word them* was used again. As far as he could tell it was just one boy and a bundle-wait one second! Hesitantly he looked more carefully at the bundle tucked under the boys arm. And he noticed that indeed it was another person, a child asleep wrapped in a typical newborn blanket. Tony sighed, why didn't Fury tell him that he had a niece too?

"You see," the receptionist continued her expression turning soft. "His mother died this morning in a fire, poor boy. We're waiting for his Uncle to come in so we can sort out living arrangements. I'm very sorry sir, but whatever you need of him has to wait." Tony glanced at boy, who he knew was listening the conversation as he pretended to sleep, the child held closely to his heart.

"But I'm Tony Stark!" Tony smirked, trying to find a way to make the woman budge. Usually that would do, but apparently not with this receptionist. She narrowed her dark blue eyes, her soft demeanor gone like a wisp of wind. She pointed to a chair way on the other side of the room, a typical go away gesture. He sighed, the easy way it was than.

"Fine!!!! Your no fun, I'm his uncle, okay?"

The woman scrutinized him for a few seconds, the boy shifting noticeably in the corner. Finally the woman turned to the silver outdated desk top on the counter. Her hands flying over the keys her eyes still narrowed, it was quiet for a few moments before the woman sighed, gesturing  for him to come before the desk.