Heroes Untold /Percy Jackson and Avengers crossover/

Ridiculous Food Dye

Chapter 2

Estelle's POV

"Percy, I sent Uncle Stank to get us blue food dye since you insisted," I rolled my eyes even though I knew he couldn't see me, "And he did as I asked, except he got me powder blue. Which is really weird because I didn't even know that was a thing! I mean, like, come on!"

"Estelle, thank you, but, please... shut up. I liked you better when all you could do was babble nonsense."

"I hate you," I mumbled.

"I know." I could almost hear him wink.

I sighed. "Any new news?"

He stuttered. "...no, nothing I would say over the phone." He hung up.

"...bye," I said even though I knew he couldn't hear me.

I put away my phone and looked at the bag Uncle Stank had dropped off. This is ridiculous.

Powder blue. What the heck?

And sour cream and onion chips. Because that makes it so much better.

I sighed and called up the stairs, "Guys, do any of you want chips?"

Agnes's kaleidoscope eyes studied the bag of chips curiously.

"Salt or cheese?" The ten-year-old asked.

"Sour cream and onion."

She crinkled her nose. "Pass."

Her steps sounded back up the stairs.

I, being the wonderful unpaid babysitter I am, ripped open the bag of chips, threw them in a bowl, and left it on the island for everyone to take.

Because the food here always ends up being eaten one way or another.

~*~

"Solace! Give it back!"

"Never."

"I swear if you don't—"

"Guys, guys! You're married, stop acting like teenagers!"

I elbowed Percy, "Hey, let them have their fun! It's cute and entertaining for the rest of us, anyway. I don't mind. Do you?"

"I mind when they destroy my chairs," Annabeth muttered.

I rolled my eyes, "Okay, fine. Now, the big news."

Annabeth's expression shifted. "Good or bad first?"

"Bad." Piper McLean, dive in headfirst even though she knows it'll sting.

"Okay... well, the reason Frank and Hazel aren't here is that, well... poor Emily's been through so much. I'll miss her. We all will."

Everyone in the room seemed to know exactly what had happened.

"Poor Evan..." Calypso muttered.

"Emily what!?"

We all turned around to see Agnes halfway down the stairs with tears in her eyes.

"Oh, honey—" Piper tried, but Agnes had already run back up to her room.

"Pipes, let her go." Leo put his hand on her shoulder. "She needs space. Just like you did."

Piper nodded, sitting back down.

"So... umm... good news, anyone?" Percy Jackson, the god of blue food, sass, and the occasional poorly done changing of a topic.

Will nodded, "We need it."

"I, uhh... have blue cookies in the oven?"

Annabeth facepalmed.

"Kidding! I mean, yes, I do have blue cookies in the oven, but that's not the good news!"

Annabeth looked at the ceiling like, why do I even love this idiot and why is it impossible not to like him?

"So, Annabeth is pregnant."

"Again!? Percy, what do you even do every night?" My jaw hit the floor then immediately came back so I could yell at him as a good sister would.

Percy smiled at me sheepishly. "Well, Annabeth wouldn't—"

"Oh no. No, no, no. No, you are not blaming this on me!" Annabeth slapped Percy on the head with the heel of her palm and went upstairs.

Percy, again, smiled sheepishly at us.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Goodness, Percy." I got up from my seat and went up to get the cookies out of the oven.

Leo called out from under the basement when I reached the top, "Put mine on the dragon plate!"

Sometimes I wonder why I'm always the only adult in this house when I am legally still a teenager.

~*~

I was walking down the street to go sue my Stanky uncle for giving me powder blue food dye when I bumped into..., my stanky uncle.

Wonderful.

Now I can yell at him as I do with everyone else.

"Uncle Stank, why did you give me powder blue food dye?"

He shrugged, "I didn't find the royal blue."

"Do you mean just blue? You know, the one that's supposed to be there?" I narrowed my eyes. "Are you colorblind? And you know we always just get the Sapphire blue."

He rolled his eyes, "I was busy,"

"Doing what? Staring at the model on the magazine at the Café?"

"No, I saw a really bad mugging. Some girl died."

I stopped. I knew about the mist, I figured it out one way or another with Percy. And, yes, my vision is relatively clear.

"Oh..."

"What? You knew the girl?"

"Yeah, something like that..."

Awkward silences. Probably the thing I hate most.

Stank shoved a bag into my hands and said, "From yours truly, Tony Stark," he put emphasis on his last name because I always call him Stank, "The Iron-Man, and your fabulous uncle."

He then walked away.

Typical.

Just typical.

~*~

...

So in the bag was Persian blue food dye.

Again, this is completely ridiculous.

A/N
Ayyy!

I really like how I made Estelle! What d'you think?

(I love Solangelo so freaking much you aren't going to see anything I do where that doesn't exist in some point)

In all your demigod-ishness, peace out ✌🏻

~Yours Truly, Ridiculous Shades of Blue