Raised in Tartarus (AvengersxPercy) (PeterxPercy)

Shoes

Tony's POV

I glance back at the homeless looking kid trudging behind me.

His clothes are a little tattered and torn, covered in fresh blood as well as soaked through with the leftover rainwater that's on the ground.
His black hair is sticking up in every direction, except for the very front that's instead plastered to his forehead with blood and sweat.

In one of his eyes an intense, stunning green seems to swirl around his pupil, with an even deeper and more entrancing green bordering the edges. It snaps back and forth anxiously seemingly searching for danger. His other eye, however, is a murky grey, the pupil barely visible and, although it still follows the lead of his green eye, is completely defocused. 

The breathtakingly green eye stands out even more against the dark purple and black bruise that smothered about a third of his face.

I can't believe I just gave this random, innocent teen a black eye and a bloody head.

I glance down at his feet and stop in surprise, my eyes widening.

He's not wearing any shoes!

Damarion slams into me (😏...sorry), not realizing I had stopped.

He starts apologizing, but I interrupt him, confused as hell. "Why aren't you wearing any shoes?!"

Damarion stares at me and stumbles over his response, "What? Oh... I-uh... lost it?"

Well that was convincing.

"It?" I question. Is he on drugs?

His eyes dart around. "I mean.. them..?" He clears his throat and glances at his feet. "Hey, uh, how far is your house?"

I decide to just ignore it for now. Maybe he actually is homeless. "It's right there, actually." I point to my tower, not far away from us.

To my surprise, he just nods. I expected him to be more shocked than that, honestly. Most people are pretty taken aback, and this kid doesn't exactly look like he's been living in a castle.

"Well, Arion, you don't exactly smell the greatest, so let's get you a shower asap, mkay?" I turn around and jog the rest of the way to the tower, gesturing for Demarian to follow.

Percy's POV

I have no idea what he's talking about, but I jog after him, still confused about what 'shoes' are.

I hope they have lots of food at his place.