His only nephew~Pjo and Avengers crossover

Chapter 1 / Prologue

~In this story Percy can't just say who he wants to live with because he is 'unstable,' and I know this is not how a child hearing goes but I tried, OK?~

I was sitting in the court, near the back of the room. My wise girl held onto my hand as I watched my father and supposed uncle fight for my custody. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a camera pointed at me. I tried to brush it off but it really was bothering me that my 'uncle' was tolerating people shoving their noses in my business.

Judge smith was a dark skinned male in his late 50's, with a grey beard and glasses. He glanced over to me, he did look familiar.

He finally asked the first question, "Now, Mr. Agnes, what is your financial income?"

That was the name my dad had chosen, Poseidon Agnes.

My father repeated the answer I had told him to say, "$28 000 a year."

Judge Smith turned to Tony, "And you?"

"Oh, around $20 000 a week," he said simply.

I put my head against Annabeth's shoulder, I was getting a little worried about the case. Tony knew what he was doing, dad didn't know a single thing.

"And what kind of custody are you seeking Mr. Stark?" he asked him.

"Sole," he replied without any second thought.

I bit my lip and swallowed the spit and fear that was piling in the back of my throat.

"Why are you looking for sole?" Judge Smith asked him.

"Well," Tony began, "there are a lot of reasons, one being that I couldn't find any record of a 'Poseidon Agnes.' Also given the reason that he had neglected Percy for 12 years. I even contacted some of his previous teachers, the 12 years isn't even steady. Teachers were staying that Percy had said that his father was dead, and the worse part is that we can't even tell if this man is his father. His DNA is wonky."

My breathing became shorter and quicker, oh my Styx he did not just throw that shade on my dad. Annabeth squeezed my hand tighter, giving me the little support I needed.

"Proof?" he asked.

Tony smiled and pulled out a file stacked with paper, the officer took it from him and brought it to the judge. He looked it over for a minute or 2 and looked up to my dad.

"And what are you looking for, Mr. Agnes?" Judge Smith asked, saying Mr. Agnes very carefully.

"Sole," he replied.

Judge Smith narrowed his eyes at him, "And why are you looking for sole?"

"Because Percy doesn't know this man, Mr. Stark does not pay him any mind. And given the fact that he is a multi billionaire and a superhero, Percy would constantly be in the media and that just isn't the best for him," Poseidon said cautiously.

I sighed, trying to steady my breathing. I really didn't like the media, I had enough of being accused of being a terrorist when I was 12 and when 'I blew up the st. Louis arc.'

"Any proof of this?" Judge Smith asked.

My dad stayed quite for a few seconds, then answered with a stern, "No."

Judge Smith sat taller in his seat, "What is your communication like Mr. Agnes?"

"Between me and Percy, or Mr. Stark and I?" he asked quickly.

"You and Mr. Stark," Judge Smith clarified.

"In the recent decade none at all," Poseidon replied, keeping his answer short like I had advised.