Percy Jackson, or Tony Stark

The first time I contemplated the stairs

PETER POV

It was a crisp autumn morning, when I decided to bring her over. My newest friend, Annabeth, that is.

Her and Michelle were friends. Don't ask me how, because I don't know. One day they'll dominate the world together.

We had just arrived on the patio to the tower, and she was running her hand over the door frame, smiling. "This is exactly how I would have done it. Tell, me, who designed this tower?"

I blinked away the confusion, "Uh. The same guy who owns it?"

She whispered something that sounded a little like, "must be a legacy of Vulcan."

That was the thing about Annabeth; she was odd. A randomity. But that just made her more relatable.

I hopped onto the elevator, and she winced.

"Couldn't I take the stairs?"

"That would be seventy three flights of stairs your submitting yourself to, but sure."

She, predictably, arrived at the seventy third floor ten minutes after my elevator dinged to a stop.

She wasn't even panting. Oh, and that was the other thing about Annabeth. She was super fit. Like almost inhumanly, and that's coming from a guy who lives with a family of superheroes.

We entered the living room, and she frowned, looking straight at the half completed mechanical dog laying on the couch.

"What is that?"

"That's uh, my project."

"And why are the lumineerated red knotting wires not connected?" (I made this up don't judge)

"You speak science?!?!" To say I was excited was an understatement; my only other science friend was Shuri.

"Do I ever."

We spent nearly three hours down in the lab, making a spider mech that could crawl on any surfaces with gravity pressers. As soon as it began to resemble a real spider, my new science buddy started getting edgier and edgier.

"It's dinnnerrrrr timmeeeeeeeeee!" Called Clint from the vents. Then, without an afterthought, "are you Peters girlfriend?"

"NO!!!" We both screamed. "We're friends," I explained.

This time I decided to join Annabeth on the perilous journey up the stairs, my decision having absolutely nothing to do with the fact that this time it was only one flight.

"Steve there's a one plus for dinner!"

But instead of Steve, Tony popped his head out of the kitchen door, "who is it? Nedthaniel?"

"No, it's my new science friend!"

"Science bro?"

"More like science bro-ette."

He raised and eyebrow, and turned back to the stove, and an echo of, "the fridge isn't supposed to be on fire, is it?" Flew around the room.

Annabeth giggled. I never thought of her as the giggling type, but I won't be the one to judge.

I steered her over to the lounge where Captain America was painting; I knew he would be doing something like that if he wasn't cooking.

"What are you painting?" She asked as she sidled up next to him.

"A friend."

On the canvas, using only dark colours, Steve had painted a young black haired boy, his fists clenching hot chips that lookd straight from the oven. Annabeth's face lit up with recognition as mine was lit up confusion.

"You know him?" Steve asked, unbelieving.

"Nico Di Angelo, the king of the dead."

Steve smiled, "You knew him? He must be almost as old as me."

"Yeah," she said. "I know his half sister. And I know him too, just not as well."

Our conversation was interrupted with a loud bang as Tony walked in wincing. "Hey, Peter, how do you feel about take out?"

"Did you blow up the kitchen again?"

"N-yesss?" Tony was staring straight at Annabeth and smiled. "Just like Andromeda."

She stood up and punched him in the face. Turning on her heel, she stormed out of the tower and down seventy four flights of stairs.

Tony was cradling the side of his face and smiling, "I suppose I deserved that."

I didn't understand how he could deserve a punch from my friend who he'd never met before, but I knew that he had done so many things that people didn't like.