Beautiful Disaster - PJO/Avengers + OC And Peter Parker

Chapter 4 - Avengers?

Hey cupcakes!! Sorry about the slow updates on, well, everything. I've been busy, but I'll try to update on more of a schedule. Anyway, hope you like it!!

Jo's pov

When we reached the kitchen, the horrible smell only got worse. Nat and Clint gagged, looking at the others who were sitting there. Steve looked really grossed out, as did Bruce. Thor and Loki looked slightly less green, but that was only because they were like me, and had that whole godly side going on.

"Dad, what the heck did that chicken do to you?" I shouted. The chicken was being roasted, but definitely not well. I think charbroiled would be a better way to describe it.

"It's almost done! I think." He replied. I just rolled my eyes, and Steve looked at me.

"How are you not gagging right now? This is disgusting!" I just laughed.

"This is how my dad cooks. Plus, you should see how my friends at camp cook. We get good dinner, but they can't actually cook at all! Well, except Leo, though he's more into making tofu. But seriously, it's actually pretty good." He just stared at me in confusion, while I saw Thor in the background trying not to freak out. My dad turned sharply to look at me, jostling the poor piece of poultry as he did so.

"Who the heck is Leo?" He exclaimed. Suddenly, the chicken caught fire, and he freaked out, throwing stuff on it to make the fire go out. How he managed not to burn the kitchen down when I wasn't here, I have no idea. I just rolled my eyes, and went in to help. I got the lid to the pan, and placed it on the flames, cleaning up the other bits of burning sauce that had splattered everywhere using a damp cloth. Then, I used the same cloth to pick the top off of the pan, placing it in the sink and running the cold water, doing the same with the pan itself once I dropped the charred and blackened piece of meat into the trash bin. When I finished, I took a place at the island, where we were all waiting for pizza. Nat looked to my dad, amusement sparkling in her eyes.

"How often does that happen?" He glared at her.

"Not that often! Usually things just get really black on the stove, and I realize it burned." I laughed again, drawing their attention to me.

"To answer your question truthfully, Nat, this happens regularly. Honestly, I'm surprised he hasn't burned down the tower when I'm not here!" We all laughed, except for my dad, who was staring at me with a weird expression on his face.

Soon enough, the pizza came, and we all sat around the coffee table, stuffing our faces. Then, I finally asked the question that had been bothering me since I got here. I pointed at them with my pizza slice, and spoke up.

"Okay, I gotta ask. What's with the funky costumes? You guys going to comic con or something?" Of course I knew why Thor and Loki dressed that way, but I couldn't let on that I knew them. The others, looked at me in surprise, though my dad looked more incredulous than anyone.

"You're not serious, are you?" He asked. I frowned.

"Yeah, I am. Why are you all dressed up like that? This had better not be another 'early Halloween' dad. You know how well that turned out."

"We're the Avengers, Jo!" He shouted. "How have you not heard about us? Don't you remember the aliens coming to New York?" Loki winced. Yeah, I knew about that, but only because of what Loki told me last time we spoke. I just shrugged.

"I was going to school in Greece. It's not like I was watching the news or anything." He stared at me, still freaking out, while the others seemed to find this a reasonable excuse. What they didn't know, was that all this was happening during the War, which is why I was too busy fighting monsters and trying not to die to watch the news and hear about some aliens that invaded one city. Okay, even in my head that came out kinda cranky.

"We saved the world, kid! Have you been living under a rock? It was all over the news! I would've thought you'd be interested when your last name was involved!" I forced a laugh, trying not to glare. It wasn't exactly their fault they didn't know that my friends and I saved the world nearly every day.

"I actually tend to avoid the news. Especially if my last name is involved. Who knows what you did, and there's no way I want to be dragged in to whatever you've cooked up."

It took them a while for them to explain everything to me, but I got it. Basically, they're like us, just fighting lesser threats. No offense, aliens, but you're kinda losing your touch. I don't mean to diminish what they do, but I saved the world at least three times by the time I was twelve. Of course, I'm not going to tell them that.

We kept talking for hours, and they asked me a lot of questions. Surprisingly, my dad asked the most out of all of them. He wanted to know about my friends at camp, what I did at school, what we did at camp, even learning about the ADHD and Dyslexia. I answered them, thankfully without letting anything slip about the other side of my life. That would be hard to explain, that's for sure. My dad acted really weird when I talked about some of it, mostly the part where I don't have a phone, and there are no electronics at all at Camp.

Eventually, we all drifted to our rooms, and off to sleep. Well, I assume the others got some sleep anyway. I, on the other hand, got the nightmares. I was lucky this time. I didn't scream, I just froze, all my muscles locking up. That would also be hard to explain. Just like other demigods, my dreams are never normal, and my nightmares are even worse. I ended up sleeping for about half an hour before waking up and heading down to the training room. I just practiced in there for a while, only coming out for breakfast after I changed into something non-sweaty.