Beautiful Disaster - PJO/Avengers + OC And Peter Parker

Chapter 7 - I Probably Need A Muzzle

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Jo's pov

     The weeks in the tower went by, and I got to meet more people! Look at me being a little social butterfly! Though to be fair it was just one person, but still! Steve seemed to know I had some issues I hadn't told anyone but Peter, along the lines of anxiety and all that, and called in a friend to come hang out with us. Sam Wilson, AKA Falcon. It took me forever to warm up to him, I don't like new people, or crowds and that sort of thing. The only reason I could go up and sing on my birthday was because I could get lost in the music. Music, I can do, people, not so much. The second I enter a conversation with someone who isn't like me, besides Peter of course, I feel awkward and like I can't breathe. I could talk about monsters or battle tactics all day, but put me in a situation with normal people, and I freeze. I always feel like I either don't know what to say, or I'm annoying everyone I talk to with how enthusiastic I am about a topic.

   But, kind of like with Peter and Natasha, Sam was easier to talk to than I expected. He wasn't all uptight like most adults I had ever known, and he had no problem talking with me and Peter like we were his friends instead of  little kids. He seemed pretty annoyed at my dad when I answered his questions about how I grew up. As truthfully as I could, anyway. In fact, both he and Peter are almost too easy to talk to. I found myself slipping up and mentioning things at camp like the children of Hermes, who Sam reminded me of when he mentioned that he had always been a prankster and never knew his dad, and capture the flag.

The Avengers began to let me help research missions, and be on the intel end when they actually left on one. Actually, it was Nick's idea. He knew I had a brain for strategies and an eye for detail and patterns. My dad gave me the engineering brains, but my mom gave me all the rest. She's a lot smarter than people give her credit for. Every once in a while, I would swear by the gods, or I would curse in Ancient Greek or Latin. Somehow, I managed to play those off as too many acting and language classes, but I don't think they really actually believed that properly. It was a pretty feeble lie, but I had to come up with it on the spot, and I was actually pretty proud of how smoothly I worked it in, no matter how pathetic it was. Of course, because this is my life, things didn't go so smoothly for long. I did my job for the mission, logged off as they got ready to come back, and I sat down to wait for them. About half an hour later, JARVIS spoke up.

Miss Stark, I believe your nursing skills are about to be required, as the tower staff is off today.

"What? Why?" Then, the elevator opened, and the team came in, carrying Peter between Cap and Clint, who was limping. "What happened?" Thor answered.

"A creature of mythology. A woman with snakes for legs who fought with a net and spear. She caught the spider and attacked him." Loki gave me a look, and I nodded, understanding. My dad spoke up next.

"We need to get someone to fix him, now." I straightened, going straight into business mode. I was always helping in the infirmary, wanting to learn as much as I could so I could help myself and others on quests, and I became someone new healers turned to for advice.

"No time, the staff is off today, and they won't get here in time."

"We have no one?"

"I didn't say that, now follow me to the infirmary, and we might be able to do something." As we went, I realized I had called it the infirmary, though I didn't really know what else to call it. Man, I really need a muzzle or something. Maybe that collar they had when Loki got locked up would- no! Stupid ADHD, this is so not the time! Since they didn't have much of a choice, they followed me, and we reached the room in a few moments. Banner was gone for the day, so this was gonna be on me. My dad spoke up again.

"What are we doing?"

"Listening to me so we can save him. Put him on the table." Thor pulled my father out of the way as he tried to talk me out of dealing with it, ignoring Steve and Clint's movements.

"Jo, you don't have any training! If you do something wrong, you could make it worse!" Now, my response might be a bit snippy, but my boyfriend was dying and I was not in a good mood, so just go with it. I glance up from searching the drawers for a moment, glaring a bit.

"Hey, you don't know what I do or don't know how to do. Right now, if we don't deal with this, he's going to die, okay? Let me deal with this and stay out of the way." I know, snippy, and perhaps a bit of guilt-tripping to get him to back off, but it was an emergency. I grabbed a pair of small scissors from the drawer, and ran back over to Peter, cutting along the outside of the wound, careful that I could fix the suit up later if needed.

  Once that was done, I went to work on the wound itself. Sterilizing everything the way we did at camp probably didn't inspire any confidence from my family, but it did the job. I cleaned the wound, which thankfully wasn't too deep, and stitched and bandaged the thing up, careful not to make the injury worse. Finally, everything was done, and Peter was breathing easily. My hands didn't shake once throughout the entire procedure, and continued to be steady as I washed the blood off of my hands. That was most definitely a worrisome thing to see from a teenager who shouldn't have seen that much blood before in her life, but I had seen too much to be bothered much anymore. Once I was sure he was going to be alright, and my hands were clean, I turned to my family, smiling sleepily. Maybe the blood hadn't freaked me out, but the worry had definitely stressed me to the point of exhaustion.

    "He's gonna be okay. He should wake up in a few hours or so, he didn't lose too much blood, but there's to be no fighting at all for at least a week, then he can ease back into it. I'm gonna stay with him for now, but I'll come get you in the morning if he's up. Go to bed! You guys look like crap." Everyone was too tired to argue with me, thankfully, and there were a few tired calls of goodnight before they left. I pulled up a chair by Peter's bed, taking his hand in mine, and laying my head down on my arms. Soon enough, the exhaustion caught up with me, and I fell into the first peaceful sleep since I learned I was a demigod.