Raised in Tartarus (AvengersxPercy) (PeterxPercy)

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Percy's POV:

I follow Timmy through enormous glass doors to what I assume is his house.

The doors slam shut, echoing throughout the house. "Welcome to my fucking awesome abode!" Timmy throws his arms out and spins around to face me, grinning.

"Language!" A nearby voice yells.

I raise my eyebrows slightly as the owner of the voice, a smallish man with blond hair and a big smile, emerges from a hallway.

Steve's POV:

I get off the couch and walk in the direction of the front doors after hearing Tony come home and am surprised to see a young man behind him.

Grinning, I slap Tony in the head and gesture past him at the kid. "Who's this?"

"The fuck was that for??" Tony clutches his head.

"It's a reminder to watch your language. Now who's this?"

Tony just trudges into the kitchen next to us and starts digging through the freezer.

I look back at young man in front of me. His eyebrows are contorted in confusion as he glances back and forth between Tony and me. His hair is sticking up in every gravity defying direction, and his tattered clothes cling onto surprisingly defined muscles with what seemed to be... blood?

The kid abruptly turns to me and sticks his hand out a bit hesitantly. I quickly look back to his face so he doesn't notice me staring as he murmurs, "I'm Demarion."

I smile up at him.

Dear Lord this kid is tall.

I firmly shake his hand. "Steve."

He stares at me as if waiting for me to continue, before shaking his head. "Uhm.. it's... nice to meet you." A lopsided grin spreads across his face and that's when I notice what is definitely blood smeared from his nose down to his jaw.

"Kid, are you okay??"

I look over at Tony who now has an ice pack held to his face. His pout disappears and he looks down, mumbling, "I don't know, it was an accident." He grimaces.

I roll my eyes and sigh. "Well let's get you cleaned up, kid!" I shoot a glare at Tony.

I grab Demarion's bicep and start to pull him along, but he stiffens and his other arm shoots out to grab mine. When I look back at him, his eyes are slightly widened and his face is taut in fear.

My hand drops from his bicep. "Hey, it's okay. Can you just follow me so we can get you patched up?" I smile and gesture for him to follow me as I turn around.

That was weird.

Tony follows next to me and glances over with raised eyebrows. I shrug slightly.

In my peripheral vision, I glimpse Demarion walking behind us with his shoulders back and his head held high in confidence. My eyebrows scrunch.

What is up with this kid?