Heroes Untold /Percy Jackson and Avengers crossover/

Those Pancakes Should Be Blue

Tony's POV

"How much sleep do you need daily?"

"Ten...

"Hours?"

"Minutes."

"And...?"

"Three..."

"Daily naps?"

"Hundred cups of coffee."

I grinned while he did the opposite: frowning.

"See, it works!"

"Tony, you look like—"

"A masterpiece." I finished Banner's sentence for him.

"I think you should—"

"Never change because you're awesome." I smiled at him. "Why, thank you!"

He face-palmed.

I scoffed and went back to my work and coffee.

He shook his head. "This is foolish. You're going to get high blood pressure!"

I shrugged. I'm pretty sure coffee isn't that bad for you.

He sighed and left my lab.

Then a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal my overpaid intern. "Hey, Uncle Stanky." I rolled my eyes at him. "So, I brought your shawarma. Honestly, you're giving me really easy jobs."

"Well, I learned from my last intern that you can never tell a sixteen-year-old to do math equations for an hour straight and expect them to stay."

"Why would you even have to ask someone of that?"

"They always seem bored."

Lake rolled his eyes. "No one likes doing algebra for no reason. It's like being that lame teacher who always gives out way too much homework on stuff we already know."

I snatched my shawarma from Lake and set it on the table while he walked over to my new experiment.

"Stanky, why're—"

I put up a finger, signaling for him to shut up while I ate the heaven that was shawarma.

"—you making a spider suit? I thought you were into blood red and shiny yellow." He said, ignoring my glare when he spoke against my sacred finger.

I sighed dramatically. "Because I'm a nice person."

"My mom and sister have arachnophobia."

"I don't care. It's not for them anyway."

"If my mom comes in right now and freaks out with her bug spray, it's not my fault, and you're not allowed to sue me."

Percy's POV

"Reyna," I said, narrowing my eyes. "I have four questions."

She raised an eyebrow. "Okay, shoot."

"One: why did you join the hunters of Artemis?"

"Because I wanted a break from my praetor duties."

"Two: why didn't you contact me?"

She shrugged. "Didn't have time?"

"Three: why're you still a teen, I feel like that's not fair."

"I'm a teenager because I am, I haven't changed much, and I can see that neither have you."

"Okay, fine. Now, four: why'd you leave the hunters of Artemis?"

"Because I'm done."

"Oh. New question!"

She rolled my eyes.

"Did you and Thalia hit it off?"

Her eyes widened. "Oh my gods, Percy! No!"

I smirked.

She huffed and went back down to her wonderful personal basement.

... Wait, isn't this Solace's house?

Reyna needs a new place.

Maybe Annabeth can design something, being the amazing architect she is. (I'd like to say I helped by encouraging her, but I don't really know. She'd scoff if I said that.)

I walked into the kitchen to find Will and Nico making out on the counter, burning pancakes. (They probably don't even care, they do this so often it's insane.)

...

There are a few things wrong here.

One: I'm pretty sure they're adults with a child
Two: why pancakes, it's almost noon
Three: WHY BURN THE PANCAKES
Four: WHY ARE THE PANCAKES NOT BLUE HOW DARE THEY

I tip-toed around them quietly and slipped the spatula out of Nico's limp hand, then took over pancake duty because they obviously weren't going to get this done.

Rachel stepped into the room, immediately smirking, finding this a very amusing view.

I started cleaning up as Rachel leaned on the wall.

After I was done, I gave Rachel a pancake-taco-thingy with blueberries and cherries in it (yes, I have my own, duh) and left the room, with her following me.

"How you been doing, Rach?" I asked, sitting in 'Reyna's spot'. "Any... abnormalities lately?"

Rachel laughed. "How do you know such a complicated word?" She asked in mock shock.

I punched her arm playfully.

She stuck her tongue out at me, shaking her head, smiling.

My smile eventually slipped away when she didn't use her voice for a few moments. "Rachel?"

She looks up, her expression being a mix of curiosity, confusion, and maybe even slight fear. Her smile had definitely gone. "Actually, yeah. Something's off. Definitely off."

I raised an eyebrow, but she just laughed nervously and shrugged it off. "I bet it's nothing, I'm just acting paranoid."

I raised an eyebrow, not exactly believing her.

"Oh, and, happy anniversary, Perce." Rachel smiled, probably knowing full well that I have no idea what she's talking about.

"It's the day that Nico told you that you're officially not his type!"

I hoped my face didn't show as much realization and complete annoyance as I felt, and hopefully more humorous.

She smiled, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face.

I heard Nico and Will laughing in the kitchen. "Hey, Perce, you're still not my type!" I heard him call out, making everyone laugh.

Peter's POV

I walked through the school, putting my bag away and sighing.

I sat down in class. Why did I have to move from Queens? Weird.

A girl with long black hair that almost reached her waist and mischievous blue eyes with slightly elvish features entered the classroom and sat down next to me.

She was muttering the song "Nothing Ever Changes" by Nico Collins as she sat down next to me.

After a few moments of more people coming in, she faced me, eyeing me. "You're new here, you gotta be. I haven't seen you here before."

"Yeah, I'm new. Peter Parker, Queens." I said nervously and held out my hand, which she took.

"Cool. Welcome to our crappy school, and Manhattan, I guess. Vanessa Stoll, a pink hospital and blue bed sheets." She leaned back on her chair, putting her combat boots up on her desk.

"Nice shoes," I muttered, averting eye contact when the weird old lady that was probably our teacher entered. "Hello, class. Young lady, I demand you put your boots down and respect school property and your teachers!"

The delinquent glint in her eye said that this wasn't the last that I'll see if her disobedience.

A/N

Qotd: favorite color? (Black is a SHADE!)