(Book 2) Cyber Pack (A Percy Jackson and Avengers Crossover)

Chapter 8: Obadiah Stank...I mean Stane

IMPORTANT NOTE: So, I plan that eventually Percy's wolf form stops aging. I figured I should probably stop around now because a wolves prime hunting age is roughly between the ages 2-3. So from now on his actual wolf body will stop growing but the whole "roughly wolf age" will be what the others consider Percy's age. Like they think his body is around 4 years old when it's technically not. Make any sense?

Tony's Age: 17 Years Old

Percy's Age: 31 mentally (roughly 4 wolf years--aging slowly)

Flying in an airplane was not fun. Not fun at all, because while I knew Uncle Zeus would never hurt me (for fear of my mom's anger) that instinct of a demigod some of Poseidon kinda made rational thought falter.

Most of the time anyway. I was usually fine in the plane as long I don't look out the window. Which was how I found myself curled next to Tony who was staring absently out the window as his hand rested on my head which rested in his lap.

I took the time to just slowly lick his hand, as a way for letting him know that I was still there for him.

So for the long hours that we were in the air, there was nothing but silence and the odd shaking of the plane from turbulence (but that was rare in any case).

It didn't take long for us to have landed, where Tony had finally shaken off some of the dark thoughts that clouded his mind since he started staring out at the world without really paying attention to it.

I walked by his side calmly as we disembarked from the plane toward Jarvis who was waiting by a medium car. I thanked the heavens for a second that it wasn't a limo, Tony didn't need that attention right now.

Jarvis, spotting us, opened the backdoor of the car and let me jump in first before Tony followed by.

"How are you feeling, Master Anthony?" Jarvis asked softly as he slid into the driver's seat.

Tony took a few seconds before answering. "I don't know," he answered honestly.

I whined softly and shoved my head under his hand and saw him give me a sad but thankful smile before petting my head slowly.

"Love you, Percy," the seventeen year old whispered under his breath so Jarvis wouldn't hear it.

My tail wagged softly as I gave his hand a soft lick and spotted Jarvis' smile from the backseat. The drive was silent but was not as depressed as it once was, that was until we started toward the driveway of the house that Tony was raised in.

Howard and Maria's will had said that they would be buried behind Tony's childhood home, it was suppose to be a private funeral, but I had already spotted the vultures, sorry reporters, outside the gate waiting for some sort of bite.

They had already started questioning the car we were in as we slowly rolled through the crowd and made our way up the driveway. Tony's hand was clenched in my fur, something he hadn't done since he was little and was nervous or scared about something.

As we parked inside the garage, Tony was already looking like he was about to cry. I could see his eyes glistening and his hand being a bit shaky as it tangled in my fur.

"Jarvis, make sure you make this private. I don't want to do a press conference," Tony said shakily as he opened the car door.

"Whatever you say Master Anthony," Jarvis replied calmly and with care. He helped Tony out and wrapped one of his arms around Tony, who in response buried his head into Jarvis' shoulder.

They stayed like that for a few minutes as I jumped out of the car, In watched as Tony's shoulders shook but I couldn't taste any tears in the air. Finally, Tony seemed to have some sort of control over himself as he hesitantly left Jarvis' arms.

"Thanks, J," Tony said as he motioned for me to follow him. Following in step with him easily, we made our way to the background where a giant willow tree was.

I noted how the bodyguards around the place was making sure no reporters were there and finally saw the one person that always made my stomach twist with unease.

It seemed Obadiah Stank...sorry Stane, was already there not looking as affected by the death of a friend and his wife as he should've been.

I could feel Tony's apprehension and started to lick his hand in comfort. Tony had moved his hand from my mouth and instead placed it on my head. "Less licking, I have a bad feeling about something," Tony muttered to me as he stared at Obadiah who saw Tony and was making his way toward him.

"Ah, Tony, the prodigal son returns. How are you feeling?" I felt a growl build in me as I scented the man and found that he didn't really care about Tony's feeling.

"I'm fine, Obi," Tony said, somewhat reluctantly.

"That's excellent news, I was hoping that I could stop my MIT soon to figure out how you want me to run your company. You see, your father left it in my trust until you are of age," Obidah explained as I tasted so much bitterness in the air that it made me sneeze.

"We can meet in a week. Now, if you don't mind. I have a funeral to attend," Tony said slightly harshly as he walked away from Obi and toward the two holes in the ground that contained two coffins.

Tony had told his two adult friends that he didn't think he could handle an open casket, and being the amazing people they were, they told Tony that he didn't actually have to go to that if he couldn't. They made up an excuse to the guests for Tony not being there, but many didn't question it.

As we neared the two coffins, I felt the heaviness in the air and so much sadness that I almost whined in distraught. It was too similar to my mother's funeral that it was almost bringing up bad memories.

Instead of letting it over take my mind, I calmed my heart and just let the images pass by my brain, acknowledged them, before letting them drift back into the back of my mind.

After that was done, I stayed by Tony's side throughout the whole time and even rested my head against his lap or hand sometimes. Where he would sometimes absently pet me as a sort of comfort.

And by the time the funeral had ended, Tony was still in slight tears from when his mother was lowered into the ground.

We stayed there for what seemed for hours before Jarvis had walked to Tony and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Tony had looked up and the butler's face softened. "Come along Master Anthony, I believe ice-cream is in order. We even have canine ice-cream," the butler said softly.

Tony cleared his throat and rubbed at his eyes before standing up like nothing was wrong, but I saw his tense shoulders and the way his eyes were darker than they once were. I felt my heart slightly break as I realized that darkness was because of loss of innocence.

"Right, let's get going shall we. Cancel any plans for tomorrow please, I do believe that I would much rather spend the day home with you and Aunt Peggy. That is, if both of you are free that is," Tony tried to act nonchalant about the whole thing, but the way his eyes were still red gave the image up.

"I believe we can have that arranged. Now, come along, Master Anthony. I believe there is ice-cream to be devoured and a nice movie to be played. I believe the movie was called A Dog's Purpose (It's a 2017 movie but oh well. I loved it).

"Sounds good to me," Tony told his faithful friends as we made our way back into the house and dodged Stane who looked like he was put out, like a plan he had didn't work.

I narrowed my eyes again when the scent of anger drifted toward me from his body, and was shocked to note that he was staring at the three of us in anger. Now why would he be angry at us?

Shaking my head, I enjoyed the afternoon and then the next day by Tony's side. We watched the movie, played lightly, ate ice-cream, and slept in one of the guest rooms together (he didn't like his room when he moved to MIT, something about Captain America not being as great as he once thought).

And while I thought Tony would finally be able to have a break from his life. The Three Fates seemed to hate Tony as much as they hate me, for he had more heartbreak coming his way that caused quite a bit of self-destructive behavior, more than his mother's death that was.