Before I Die (Split Souls part 1)

36: An Arrival And A Claim

PERCY PoV

Their expressions are priceless. Even Clint, who had some idea of what to expect. "Well, c'mon!" 

They snap out of it enough to follow me down. "First stop will be Chiron, and then cabin Nine." I tell them.

"And Chiron is...?" Steve asks.

"He's the camp activities director. And," I say, pausing, because the centaur himself walks out of the Big House. "A centaur."

Their eyes widen momentarily. "Woah." Clint grins.

Chiron trots over to us. I give him a grin. "Hey, I'm not dead yet!"

"Luckily." Chiron smiles. "It is good to see you, my boy. And these are the mortal heroes?"

"Not all of us. Bruce Banner is away, and Thor is off-world." Uncle T says from behind me. "I'm Tony Stark. The uncle of this kid." He jabs a thumb at me.

"Steve Rogers, sir." He introduces himself. 

"Natasha Romanoff." She sounds incredibly casual. Spy instincts, I bet.

"Clint Barton." The archer introduces himself, looking like a cross between 'I'm too old for this shit' and 'what's that-oh my god-can I go over there?'

"Pretty sure Clint's a legacy." I grin at Chiron.

Chiron's eyebrows raise. "Really?"

"Missing great-grandad, clear-sighted, and walked through the camp barrier without an invite." I name off the supporting evidence.

"Interesting. Well, it seems I've forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Chiron, I am the activities director here at Camp." Chiron smiles at the Avengers.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir." Steve replies. They nod their agreement.

"And you as well. Percy, Nico and Will informed me of their thoughts. Miss Dare will be arriving this afternoon." Chiron turned to me. "I suggest you take Mr. Barton to the archery range after you visit Cabin Nine."

"Thanks Chiron!" I start heading off for the cabins, the rest following after me.

"Did I hear him say 'Dare' as in Dare Enterprises?" Uncle T asked me.

"Oh, yup. Rachel's dad owns it." I tell him.

"Huh." He drifts off in thought for a moment. "Is she a demigod?"

"Nooo. Just a clear sighted mortal." I explain. "We became friends. Then she decided she wanted to host the Spirit of Delphi, so now she spouts prophecies occasionally."

"Oh. That's... Lovely." 

And that's when Clarisse spots us. "Prissy!" I can see the Avengers with questioning glances out of the corner of my eye.

"Hey Clarisse!" I grin, hoping it's not a more violent greeting.

"You didn't die off in the big world." She compliments.

"Nah. Made a couple friends." I gesture to the mortals plus legacy behind me.

"They're old." She frowns.

Uncle T and Clint make offended noises. "I'm not that old." My uncle complains.

"Remember when I told you about demigod lifespans?" I remind them. They make 'oh' faces.

"They aren't demigods?" Clarisse picks up.

"Nope. Clarisse, meet my mortal uncle, Tony Stark. He's the face behind Iron Man." I introduce.