Heroes and Dragons - An Avengers/PJO crossover

II - Kidnapping is not as fun as it seems, ironically.

New York, Avengers Tower.

The red-haired woman picked up the phone with a sigh. "This is Ms. Romanova, how can I direct your call?"

Natasha covered the mouthpiece with the palm of her hand, and shouted across the room "Tony? It's for you!"

Tony jumped, and Clint took the opportunity to kill his character with a quick headshot. "No. NO Clint why would you do that? This is a team level!"

He walked across the room, still muttering curses at Clint, and took the phone from Natasha, who was struggling to stifle a laugh. "Hello, Tony Stark speaking. How can I help?" The team were surprised, as they always were, that Tony had a polite, professional businessman side. After all, they were used to the cocky, egotistical multibillionaire, or the headstrong, powerful hero.

He froze. "So you what? ... Okay, I'll... Yeah... Kay see you in five."

He put the phone down. "I'm going to pick up the new members we discussed with Fury. We'll be back in ten."

***

Percy frowned. He and Annabeth were standing on the path outside their apartment holding a rucksack each, waiting for Tony to show. He was five minutes late already, and getting later by the moment.

Eventually he pulled up - in the kind of car that just drips money. You know the type: bright red, attention grabbing, leather upholstery, the latest technology, the works. Percy didn't know what it was, but he sure as heck couldn't have afforded it on his government salary - and he didn't think the manufacturers would accept drachmas. It was red and flashy... and wouldn't have lasted ten seconds had Blackjack decided to land on the hood. Unfortunately, that was likely to happen sooner rather than later.

Percy was about to make a sassy complaint about the lateness of the man, but Annabeth stomped on the arch of his foot. "Don't mess this up, Seaweed Brain," she hissed. "Fury needs us here, no matter what you might think."

They arrived at the tower in short order. Tony showed them to the elevator. Percy half smiled and looked at him.
"Do you have any stairs?"

Tony nodded. "Yeah, but we're on the eighty-third floor. Are you sure?"

"Claustrophobia," called Percy over his shoulder, grabbing Annabeth's duffle bag and racing for the door he indicated amidst Annabeth calling that she was perfectly capable of taking her own bag, thank you very much and sprinting after him to reclaim it.

They reached the top a mere thirty seconds after Tony, Percy slightly breathless and Annabeth with her bag back and a smug smirk. They quickly ditched their bags in the adjoining rooms shown to them by Tony before returning to the main room.

Natasha ran over and hugged Annabeth. "How've you been, kid? How's Camp-" Annabeth cut her off.

"We're not alone, 'Tasha. Save it, okay?" Meanwhile Percy and Clint were pulling off a well-practiced secret handshake, much to Tony's amusement. He videotaped the whole thing for later blackmail.

A man with untidy hair and a warm smile walked up to them. "Hi. I'm Bruce Banner, scientist and medical officer for these careless idiots. They will insist on getting themselves hurt. I guess that's heroes for you."

"Oh, we know enough clumsy heroes. I'm Perseus Jackson, but please, call me Percy. This is Annabeth, my girlfriend." Aside to Annabeth, "Will would get along well with him, complaining about how much we get beaten up."

Tony introduced Steve and said, "Clearly you already know Agents Barton and Romanoff. There's one more member, but he's attending to pressing business at home - in Asgard. Welcome to the team!"