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

Chapter 9: Self Destruction

Tony's Age: 19 years old

Percy's Age: 33 mentally, wolf body 4 (thought to be 5 wolf years by others--aging slowly)

It was two years after the funerals of Maria and Howard Stark that Edwin Jarvis, the butler that had always stood by Tony's side died.

It wasn't murder, it was natural age and his body was shutting down. So, the last few days of his life were spent with Peggy, Tony, and I.

But he was gone.

And so was Tony's innocence.

I was heartbroken when Tony left me in the bedroom for the whole day at MIT instead of letting my walk around with him.

It was common knowledge now on campus to see a wolf hanging around, mostly with either Stark or Rhodey.

But not today apparently. Rhodey had classes practically the whole day and Tony had slipped out the door before I could follow, with it shutting in my face softly.

Why had Tony left me in the room? He never did that!

What was worse though, was when he came back and smelt of alcohol and smoke. I reared back and watched him stumble toward the bathroom with conflicting feelings.

Why, why was he doing this to himself? Why would he want to? Would I have done the same if I didn't have my mom?

With conflicting thoughts, I walked toward Tony and only had a small wince when the alcohol smell strengthen. Gods, I haven't smelt alcohol since Gabe and those were not pleasant thoughts.

When I tried to comfort him, he pushed me back and started ranting, But while the words were almost English, there was a slur to them and they seemed to have broken at some points. Like Tony's mind was working faster than his mouth could put into words.

And then I understood. Tony was angry at the world. Angry with everyone with how first his mother is taken from him, and then Jarvis.

So I watched and tried to be by his side no matter how many times he pushed me away. Because I had a promise to make....

We were in Jarvis' room in the Stark Manor. Peggy had already left to give Tony and Jarvis alone time for the night.

But I knew, that it would be Jarvis' last night. So, I curled next to him and watched as Tony excused himself to get ready for bed ever so reluctantly.

I looked up at the kind old eyes that had a sad smile on him. "Go ahead and change back Master Perseus," the old man whispered.

Getting up shakily, I hesitantly changed back and felt the sudden eight year old emotions weighing on me. My eyes instantly had tears in them as I gripped Jarvis in a hug when he opened his arms for me.

My body shook as sobs shook my body even as Jarvis shushed me gently and was rubbing my back.

"It will be alright, Master Percy," he told me softly when I finally calmed my eight year old feelings.

"No it won't," I muttered and wiped at my eyes that just couldn't seem to stop making water.

"Perseus, look at me please," the age old butler told me. Hesitantly, my sea green eyes connected with his honey brown eyes. "I need you to promise me something."

"Anything," I told him as he cuddled me back into his arms.

"I need you to promise me to look after Tony. I fear how my death my affect him, make sure he doesn't lose himself too much. Stick by his side, my Little Moon Wolf," Jarvis asked of me.

"I'll do my best, I promise Jarvis. You've been the best person anyone could have ever asked for. I'm make sure you get Elysium or even Isle of the Blest." I told the older man.

"I would never ask for you to go to such lengths," Jarvis told me.

"That's why I'll make sure you get there, you deserve it. Especially, for keeping my secret for so long."

"Hush now, you felt you weren't ready telling others and I will always respect that. I think it's time to change back Little Moon Wolf, Tony will need you soon," Jarvis told me as he cupped my cheeks lightly and seemed to be memorizing my features.

"I love you, my Prōtectiō."

"I love you too, Little Moon Wolf."

It was harder to stick by Tony's side than I had anticipated. He started to ignore me now, and kicking me off his bed sometimes.

He just wasn't himself these days, he didn't always attend class and he didn't seem to be paying much attention. It was almost like he gave up on just living and instead just tried to drown his sorrows.

So much, that Rhodey was the one to have to feed and take me on walks. He didn't seem pleased, he and Tony not even talking that much anymore.

That was, until Rhodey had stood up just after lunch when it was one of the few times Tony was in the room for some reason and Rhodey was reaching for my leash.

"What do you think you're doing," Tony asked harshly.

"Walking your wolf, or have you forgotten about him to? Just because you seem content with killing yourself doesn't mean I'll let your idiocy make Percy suffer as well from your lack of care," Rhodey replied back harshly which surprised me.

"I've been taking care of him!" Tony shouted back looking angry at Rhodey for dare say that he wasn't.

"Oh yeah! When was the last time you fed him? Or the last time you let him out of the room? Can't think of an answer, yeah I thought so," Rhodey said harshly before opening the dorm room door and walking out, slightly dragging me with him.

Except half of me wanted to go comfort Tony who looked like he'd been slapped. But then the other part, the wilderness that was part of my wolf nature was so excited at the idea of being in the grass and with fresh air that I started pulling Rhodey along.

It wasn't long before we had to walk back into the dorm-room, but my wolf nature was content and I felt happy. That was, until I walked into the dorm and saw Tony curled on his bed with his head in his hands and felt the bitter taste of tears in the air.

Rhodey didn't say anything, but I could smell that his anger was nonexistent, and instead there was a small amount of pity from him. He quietly took off my leash and made a motion of going toward Tony.

Like I needed to be told. I was quickly beside him and ignored the sneeze I had from the smell of booze and cigarette smoke that clung to Tony and instead started to lick the tear tracks that were on his face.

Rhodey, bless his heart, turned away from us and was instead working on some sort of project while Tony had uncurled and was instead hugging my neck.

"I'm so sorry Percy, I turned into Howard, I'm so sorry," he kept muttering under his breath as I kept giving him soft kisses to know that I didn't hold it against him.

And I really didn't.

But it was the day that Tony got slightly better. He still drunk, still got intoxicated more than he should be, and he started to be a bit of a playboy and narcissistic person.

But he was never those last two with me. I saw the real Tony, not the persona he built himself. I saw his sorrows, his happiness, his anger, his disgust. He never hid it from me, and in return I tried to never hide it from him either.

When I was feeling sad, I would curl up next to Tony and bless my Little Cub, he seemed to understand on some level for he just pet me softly, almost sadly, before just rambling about something.

It was during this transition of getting better, that J.A.R.V.I.S was made. Tony might have been able to write the name off as Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, but he, Rhodey, Peggy, and I knew the real reason.

It was in memory of Tony's father Edwin Jarvis. The Stark Family Butler that was always there by Tony's side when he needed the man the most. The man who was also Tony's Godfather and how his first name made up Tony's middle name, with only slightly different from Jarvis who insisted upon Edward for Jarvis' own father's name.