"May I help you sir?" I asked Tony Stark. He nodded.
"Yeah you can. May I come in?" He asked. It my turn to nod. He took a seat on my couch and I dried my sweat off and put a blue button down on. I sat infront of him and waited for him to speak while rollong the sleeves up a little.
"Wow. You look diffrent in the pictures." He said showing me a photo of me and Annabeth right after the second Titan war.
"Burn that picture will ya?" I asked. "I don't like my old self. Reminds me of unpleasant times." I got up to get a coke. When I got back Stark had a confused look.
"Percy Jackson right?" He asked. I nodded.
"Also. I am nineteen so I don't need a guardian." I said.
"I know. That's not why I am here. My boss, well the boss of the Avengers which I am apart of, thinks you are a terrorist. They found out something and sent me." He said.
"And this thing they found out. What was it and why you?" I had heard of them.
"Well, it's a relationship. You are my nephew. Therefor they thought it would be best if I try. They were going to have someone else who is not very patient." He said.
"I see. Your boss thinks I am a terrorist and my uncle is part of a group of mortals that save the world with the aid of an Asgardian. I don't see any connections here. You can tell your boss I'm not a terrorist and I will keep in touch. Okay?" I said.
"Well no. Not okay. He has your file. It's very thin. There is basically nothing on you. Only that if you are made an enemy, you are a very dangerous one. He wants to recrute you." Stark explains.
"Alright. I'll go with you but, if I don't like it, I will walk away." I said.
