Heroes Untold /Percy Jackson and Avengers crossover/

Arguing, Cussing, and Yelling

Chapter 3

Lake's POV

Wonderful. I have a new job.

At Stark Towers. I, of course, have to thank Estelle, because she said she had to work really hard.

Drama queen.

She just probably threatened to sue Tony Stark yet again (this time about absurd shades or blue, she said).

Now, dad said I have to be thankful and love my aunt (who really is only three years older than me), but I just can't. She's the annoying sister who was assigned 'in charge'.

I stood at the front of the Stark Tower Complex. I think.

There was a huge "A" logo instead of the "Stark" logo. Umm... okay? This is normal?

A god came out of the building.

What the heck?

He had the aura, sure, but he looked like a cosplayer that took things one step too far.

Scratch that. Seventeen steps too far.

"Hello! You must be Lake Jackson, applied for the job?"

"More like my aunt argued with Stark until he finally gave in."

"Hm. Sounds like the two. Okay, so, follow me."

He turned on his heel and entered the building, leaving me to follow in his dust.

I'm loving this more and more.

The elevator music was the worst thing I've heard in my life. It sounded terrible, clashing with my Twenty-One Pilots playlist that was going on in my one earphone.

You know what, never mind, the worst thing I've heard in my life is Estelle's singing in the shower.

Dean Martin. Please, no.

"Wow, they seriously need to change the elevator music," I muttered.

Ding.

I stepped out of the elevator and stared at everything.

Tony Stark himself came out in front of me really grandly and said, "Ah, yes. I'm Tony Stank— I mean, Stark, and I'm your new boss."

"Umm... fabulous. I'm your new overpaid intern, correct?"

Tony shrugged. "Your aunt is scary."

"Mm-hmm. You mean my teenage aunt who wears pink high-heels and curls her hair? Or do I have another aunt I don't know of?"

"You should see her scream."

"I've heard it. My sister pranked her. Her hair ended up dyed purple for really long."

Tony's expression for a few seconds as he tried not to be awkward around me: ... umm... soooo...

Yeah, I tend to make the most social and famous people awkward around me.

It's a beautiful curse.

"Hello? Job? I need this because mom is very straightforward about me having to live independently," I started grumbling, "even though Estelle got me this job."

Sir great uncle Tony smirked, "Sure. Let's see if you don't quit after the first minutes."

... that's... not worrying at all. Nope.

I shrugged and followed him to a lab, ignoring the two very fit adults playing Call of Duty, arguing, and eating sour cream and onion chips on a gray couch.

"Welcome to my lab!" Tony announced.

"Dudette Beta calling live from El living-eh room."

"Hey, just a second." I held up my finger at Tony and went to the back of the room. I searched my pockets and my phone pressed it to my ear and yelled some very pg stuff. (Oh, my sarcasm could make your ears bleed.)

"Woah, calm down, dude." I could almost hear her smile. "Just wanted to ask how it's going."

"Not. Now."

She laughed. "Okay. Call me later, then."

I sighed and slipped it back in my pocket, then walked up to Tony again. "Sorry, a friend." I shrugged, taking out my one earphone and sticking it in my pocket.

He was already at the holographic boards. I don't think he heard what I'd said.

I walked over to him and at what he was doing. "What's this?"

~*~

Samantha's POV

"Mom, Dad, I'm back!"

Estelle crosses her arms at Lake as he walked into the kitchen and reached over the island to get a chip.

"Why don't you address me? Or your sister? Or your friends who are upstairs in your room watching a movie and probably farting on your pillows?"

His eyes widened and he scrambled up the stairs, passing by me like he didn't see me.

Estelle rolled her eyes. "Sam, how long are you going to pretend to be a painting?"

I pouted. "I just want dinner."

Estelle chuckled and said, "Come on. Wanna go out to eat?"

"Yes!" I put the picture frame down and ripped off the printed background picture from the wall.

She smiled and threw her blue towel across, it landing in the sink.

She slipped on her denim jacket, shouldered her small strapped purse, and started to head out the door, her high-heeled boots somehow really quiet.

I pulled my caramel hair into a messy bun and followed her.

Estelle turned around, and yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth like a megaphone. "GET YOUR STINKING BUTTS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR YOU MISS GOING OUT FOR DINNER! T-MINUS TWENTY SECONDS BEFORE TAKE OFF!"

I laughed and slipped into the passenger's seat or our wonderful minivan, by Yours Truly and, of course, my dad. Estelle went around and sat in the drivers.

The next thing I hear is a lot of stomping, running, arguing, yelling, cussing, and slamming doors.

I also think I heard Lynn hit her head on the door again.

Or was that Agnes?

Ah, whatever.

When Estelle's countdown went to 0, Lake shut the car door.

Estelle took a deep breath, bracing herself, and said, "So, where do you all want to go—"

And then it has started again, the arguing, yelling, and cussing.

Say goodbye to my eardrums.