Annabeth Chase and the Avengers

Chapter 24

Annabeth

Percy was kneeling, holding a gorgeous ring in his hand. Annabeth was shell-shocked, staring there, dumbfounded, hand over her mouth, as Percy held out the key to a new stage in their relationship.

Annabeth's eyes rimmed with tears, happy ones. It was everything she'd ever dreamed of.

"Yes!" She finally cried, as she dove forward, her lips crashing with Percy's.

"I KNEW IT! RACHEL, REYNA, YOU EACH OWE ME FIFTY DRACHMAS!" A voice screamed triumphantly somewhere above them.

Annabeth and Percy broke apart, and turned towards the sound of the gleeful voice.

Thalia was crouched down in a tree above them, next to Rachel. In the trees and nearest them, was the entire Aphrodite cabin, Reyna, Sadie, Solangelo, Clarisse, and Alex. (Pronouns being she and her.)

"OHMYGODS can we ever have privacy?!" Annabeth threw her hands up in defeat.

Thalia smirked gleefully. "AND MISS OUT ON THE SHOW THAT IS PERCABETH?! I THINK NOT!"

The Aphrodite cabin squealed in unison, girls and boys alike. Clarisse, Reyna, Alex, Solangelo, and Sadie snorted.

"YOU KNOW WHAT THIS CALLS FOR?!" Clarisse screeched.

Annabeth groaned.

"Not again, Clarisse!" Percy groaned.

Clarisse jumped down from a tree, and the Aphrodite cabin followed (as well as complaints about twigs in their hair).

The daughter of Ares grinned evilly as she hoisted Percy onto her shoulders, with the help of another Aphrodite kid, and two girls hoisted Annabeth up.

Annabeth laughed, and grabbed Percy's hand as Clarisse and Cabin 10 tossed them into the lake.

When the two hit the water, an air bubble appeared over Annabeth's head, just like before, and she kissed Percy, like the first, last, and only time.

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Tony

Snap.

Tony opened his eyes, only to find himself back at Morgan's play tent. Sort of.

The dirt and gravel had been replaced with water, and the sky was tinged with pink. The water wasn't deep, and only went to about the height of Tony's ankles.

Frowning, Tony headed towards the house, making small, quiet splashes as he went.

When he arrived at the foot of the stairs, he saw a middle-aged woman, who seemed familiar, although Tony had never seen her before in his life.

The woman turned around, and she had a familiar smile. Her brown eyes sparkled, and her brown hair fell to her shoulder blades.

Something about the woman's composure was familiar, yet Tony couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Hi Dad." The woman gave Tony a small smile.

Suddenly, it hit him. The woman's composure looked almost identical to the way Annabeth carried herself. The brown hair and eyes were from Tony.

Morgan.

"Morgan?" Tony asked, almost afraid to learn the truth.