Son Of Nick Fury (Percy Jackson x Avengers)

Old friends, lessons and waiting

Eek, i'm dying mentally. 

Then again, aren't we all? (I just wrote these two sentences and my laptop froze. 😬)

Tony: 

The kid finally left for school, actually looking happy. He wasn't smiling, no but he looked happy. Finding that ring seemed like the only thing that mattered at the time, then the look of pure relief on his face when I gave it to him was almost too strange.

I went back to find the others awake, most of them anyway. "I got a few things off the net from his name alone." Bruce said, passing me a tablet of tabs. Each had articles. I put it to a hologram display to show everyone what I saw. Reported missing, kidnapped his mom at age 12. Another claiming he was part of a gun fight. Boy this kid had been through a lot, age 12 and up, but what about before?

"Friday, do a file search on Perseus Jackson." I said. The search was with a duration time of 8 hours.

"Why's it so long?" Clint complained. He stood closer and shifted to the side. "He'll be back by then." I didn't answer.

"It's a start." Bruce said. Silence commenced.

Then I ask, "Who wants Shawarma?"

Percy:

 I go to the office and see a man waiting. He spots me and walks closer. "Perseus Jackson, I presume?" He asks. I internally wince at my real name.

"I prefer Percy." I said first. His eyes hardened. Great, he hates me already. Was that speaking back? Does that count? Could I get suspended on my first day? The man straightened.

"I'm Mr Brown, your headteacher. This is your schedule." He handed me a piece of paper with words jumbled up messily. "If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask." I gave a nod and he led me to my homeroom. Then he walked away, and I slowly opened the door. The door had a name on it, Mr Harrington. It was quite muddled up, but I managed. I walked in, looking down but up again to see nobody look in my direction. everyone was doing their own thing, homework, chatting, research, someone was reading. Peter and his friend Ned were discussing something in hushed tones. I moved towards a man by the front desk who was the only adult here.

"Hey, I'm Percy Jackson. Transfer student." I introduced. He looked up in surprise and shook my hand.

"I'm Mr Harrington, your teacher. Take a seat anywhere and wait for class to start." The man said. I sat down in a spare seat, 2nd row from the back. I took a look at my timetable.

Form Time: 8:30 – 9:10 – Mr Harrington (Homeroom)

1st period: 9:10 – 9:50 – Mrs Wills (Maths)

2nd period: 9:50 – 10:30 – Mr Pace (English)

3rd period: 10:30 – 11:10 – Mr Hedge (PE)

Break: 11:10 – 11:25

4th period: 11:25 – 12:05 – Mrs Smith (Science)

5th period: 12:05 – 12:45 – Mr Omen (Latin)

Lunch: 12:45 – 1:30

Form Time: 1:30 – 1:55 – Mr Harrington (Homeroom)

6th period: 1:55 – 2:35 – Mrs Kristle (Drama)

7th period: 2:35 – 3:15 – Mr Dell (History)

My dyslexia were acting up madly, therefore I couldn't begin to read this. Annabeth helped work on this with some tricks she learnt for her own disabilities, but I found they weren't always helpful. I felt someone tap my shoulder, I turned quickly in surprise.

"Hey," Peter said. "You good?" I gave a nod.

"Could-could you read this to me?" I asked sheepishly. He blinked once, then took the sheet. He frowned at it then proceeded to read out the timetable. "Thanks,"

"No problem. What was the issue with it?" Peter wonders. I look down at it. The words move around like they're in water.

"I'm dyslexic." I mumbled. He looked stunned. I knew this was going to be my biggest issue in school. I'd need to get my books translated to Ancient Greek once I know which ones to get. Thankfully, I still have that debit card from Nick. Peter was going to say something, but the bell rang loudly. Kids got up from their seats and headed to their next classes. Maths, was it? Peter said to follow him since we had the same timetable.

Time skip of smoothies (A/N, i remember having a smoothie when i wrote this chapter, wow)

I checked my timetable, I had scratched in the classes in Ancient Greek for the time being, not including teachers. English, Mr Pace. That sounded familiar. I walked into the class and froze. Malcom Pace. Annabeth's brother, he's my teacher! He stared at the teacher's book while kids poured in. I went to the back and sunk into my seat. English wasn't my best subject either. Why must the fates do this to me?

"Right, open your textbooks to page 76 and complete the following to section 8." He said. I kept my head down and did as asked. the words all came together. Why was this so hard? I needed a copy in Greek. He'd have some, wouldn't he? I debated on asking but the book was taken from me, then replaced. The words came together so quickly I adverted my eyes. looking up I saw Malcom with a raised eyebrow.

"Thanks." I whispered. He leaned closer.

"You'll love who you see next class." He winked before leaving. Sorry? Who did I have next class? I blinked but began my work. Peter was eyeing me. I ignored it and continued my lesson.

Who did I have next lesson? Well I knew before I even saw him. "Welcome cupcakes! In you come, take a seat!" he yelled. "Time for laps!" groans follow. Oh boy, Coach Hedge. 

Who has listened to Post Malone's new album, Hollywood's Bleeding? My mates haven't and I never knew how disappointed I could be in them before. 

It's so good. My writing music rn. 

Also my laptop didn't freeze when i pasted the whole chapter and now i'm concerned.