• 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘 •

Pizza Wars and Sarcasm (Best Served Cold!)

=Annabeth=

Annabeth didn't even notice Percy come into the room, which was weird. She always noticed when Percy came into the room.

"Food," Percy moaned. "I'm hungry. Anyone got a pizza?"

"On it," Clint Barton said, rushing into the elevator.

"I told you not to get in trouble today!" Annabeth scolded.

"You're one to talk," Percy said. Just then a squeal--yes, a squeal--came from the god of thunder in the corner.

"Can I help you Thor?" Tony Stark said.

"Oh, no, it's just that I got to witness a 'Persassy moment'!" Thor said in a high pitched voice.

"What's Persassy?" Percy asked.

"'What's Persassy'? Persassy is the one and only you!" Thor said excitedly. "You know, my father wrote your books! They are only sold in Asgard, so no Midgardians can read them. Odin wrote it under the pen name 'Rick Riordan'."

"...Oh!" Percy said. "Yeah, I definitely got that."

"Sure you did, Perce," Leo said.

"Pizza!" Clint Barton's voice said from the elevator.

Percy rushed right over. "Oh yes! Is this Domino's?"

"The best," Clint said.

"Um, what do you mean, 'the best', Mr. Barton?" Leo said. "The best is obviously Pizza Hut, duh!"

"Now, boys, you can argue over pizza later," Natasha said.

"But Natasha!" Clint, Leo, and Percy said together in whiny voices.

"Boys," she said with a note of finality in her voice. She sounds a little like me, Annabeth noted.

"O-kay," they said in unison. Percy and Clint went on to gobble up the pizza, while Leo sat on the couch sulkily.

Piper and Doctor Strange came out of the room, Piper looking relieved and Strange looking satisfied. "Who's next?" Piper asked. She looked at Leo. "What happened to him?"

"Pizza happened," Jason said.

Piper nodded as if she understood. "Nico?"

"I'll go," Nico said. Some of the people looked taken aback by Nico's voice. Annabeth guessed that they didn't expect him to speak or something. Nico looked up at Tony expectantly.

"Come on, kid, in you go," Tony said, ushering him into the questioning room. Nico took one last glance at us before going inside.

=Tony=

Tony brought the emo kid into the room. He wasn't sure what this kid's deal was. Tony closed the door and the both of them sat in the chairs.

"Nico di Angelo, huh?" Tony said.

Nico said, "Okay, before you say anything: first of all, I'm not emo, I just like the color black. Second of all, I'm a lot older than you think I am. And third of all, I've been through a lot more than I look like I have. So try me."

Tony swallowed all he was about to say. "I- so Nico...you're from Italy?"

"Yes I am. I can speak fluent Italian," Nico said.

"Can you?" Tony asked. "Maybe Natasha can, too. You guys can have a conversation or something. Say something in Italian."

"Non credo che avrò presto conversazioni con lei," Nico replied.