(Book 2) Cyber Pack (A Percy Jackson and Avengers Crossover)

Chapter 17: Relaxing Days

I do not own Iron Man or Percy Jackson.

Takes place during Iron Man 1

Time: None-None

Tony's Age: 26 years old

Percy's Age: 40 mentally, wolf body 4 (thought by others to be 7 and a half years old--aging)

Stretching out my tense muscles the next morning, I could see Tony still asleep in his bed, while his expression was pinched, I could tell he was going to be sleeping for another hour at least.

Jumping on his bed, I looked past him and saw that the time read four in the morning, Tony had gotten roughly three hours of sleep. Hoping he would get more, I silently left through the doggy-door that was on his bedroom door and crept toward the kitchen. Pulling open the freezer door, I grabbed another ice-pack and set in on the ground for a moment before grabbing the towel on the handle by the sink.

Carefully wrapping the ice pack to help dull some of the freezing cold, I returned back to Tony and carefully sniffed along his body for where the bruising was going to be worst, thankful for the nose of a wolf that could smell the blood flow going to one spot easier than seeing it.

Smelling that his arm was already developing a sized bruise on it, I laid down beside Tony's left shoulder and set the ice pack on it and laid my head near his arm, ready to catch the ice pack should Tony shift.

Tony stayed asleep for another two hours of me constantly taking on and off the ice pack before it could make his arm too cold that he would wake up. I could hear the small crashing of the waves below and had an idea to draw Tony away from the lab, even for a few hours.

Finally, Tony woke up nearly around seven in the morning, getting the longest sleep since his return from Afghanistan. He heard him groan a low pained noise as he shifted awake and could see his hands tensing by his sides like his arms were hurting and Tony was testing to see how much.

I watched him do something similar with his legs before he flopped his head back onto his pillow and sighed loudly. Taking the moment of his distraction, I put the ice pack back on his arm and waited for him to react.

It didn't take long, maybe a minute if anything, and Tony just turned his head and blearily looked down at his arm.

"Good boy," he muttered into the pillow, exhaustion clear in his voice telling me that he needed more hours of sleep.

Giving a soft concerned whine, I edged closer to him and nudged his cheek that was half-buried in his pillow with the rest of his face.

"Hmm," he mumbled but I could tell it wasn't quite an I'm-ready-to-sleep-more mumble, but an I'm-awake-soon type of mumble.

Laying my arm softly on his arm and careful of the bruising, I watched him slowly start to wake up.

Our eyes connected as Tony finally shifted his face from the pillow and sleepily looked at me as I rested on his arm. "Thanks for always being there for me," he said softly, his arm dislodging me as he hand moved to rest on top of my head and slowly started to pet it.

Ah, he was in an affectionate mood, I can deal with that. Turning my head toward his hands, I closed my eyes as he continued to softly pet my head in soothing, affectionate circles, rubbing just behind my ears that scratched the spot that I never seemed to be able to get.

"Good boy," he muttered as he caught the falling ice pack and finally shifted and sat up in his bed slowly, making a small groaning sound as he finally felt his tense bruised muscles from the fall through two stories.