Crossbred (An Avengers and Percy Jackson Crossover)

Chapter 1 (Edited thanks to RavenHolmes1994)

'Arcee?' I heard my dad call from the hall as he knocked. 'Can I come in?'

'Yeah.' I replied, setting my pencil down and closing my book. He walked in, looking worried, confused and frustrated.

I bet Loki is back. I thought to myself. 'What do you need Dad?'

He shuffled from foot to foot, looking down at his clasped hands. 'Well, I was running some tests on your ARC reactor...' he stopped in mid-sentence.

'Yeah...?' I coaxed, starting to get nervous. If my ARC reactor failed, then I would die. If it shattered, I would also die. He sighed and looked up at me.

'Well for some reason, the adamantium in your reactor is poisoning your blood stream. Like what happened with the palladium in my first reactor. If I can't figure out a replacement element... You'll die...' He said, trailing off quietly at the end.

'Well then, let's go run more tests.' I said, trying to sound positive. I hated needles and tests, but I didn't want to die. I was only 18. I had yet to have a real relationship other then just a bunch of boys that only dated me because I was Tony Starks daughter, or even finish my senior year at my 3rd college in the past 4 years. I may have been only be 18 but I am a genus like my father.

He nodded and I walked to his workshop with him. I laid down on a cold, hard, metal table and tensed. My dad started telling Jarvis to run all these different tests but I dozed off, trying to relax.

I woke up to my father shaking my shoulder. I sat up and looked around. I noticed that I was still in the workshop. I had a crick in my neck from the position I had fallen asleep in. Dad looked at me seriously, concern in his eyes.

'Arcee, I found a solution.' He said carefully. I nodded for him to continue.

'Your reactor core has so be made completely of silver but I...' he trailed off and sighed, running a hand through his hair. 'But I don't know where I can find the right kind of silver. It has to be a specific mix of silver and vibranium.'

I sighed and tried to think. Silver with vibranium? Where could I find some silver like that? I thought to myself before it hit me.

'Dad what about one of my arrows? You said that you put some vibranium in them when you built them. Could we somehow use them to build the core? Would they be the right mix? Or if not, could we isolate the vibranium?' I suggested.

I could tell he was thinking because his face became more wrinkled and he had a determined look in his eyes. I sat there and waited patiently.

'That might just work... Could you run upstairs and grab one?' He asked. I nodded in reply.

'Sure.' I said, before running up the stairs.

I grabbed my quiver and bow. After this, I felt like practicing. I walked back down to my dad. He was working something and concentrating hard. I decided to have a bit of fun, so I pulled my bow off my back and a arrow out of my quiver. The bow fit perfectly to my hand as always. My father had his back turned so I aimed the arrow to hit the wall right next to his head. I shot it and it hit exactly where I had wanted it to.

'Special delivery for Anthony Stark.' I said teasingly when I saw him jump.

'Ha-ha, very funny.' He said sarcastically, as he pulled the arrow from the wall.

He stripped the fletchings and tip off of it and tried to put it in the kiln to melt it down. His brow furrowed in confusion. He took the tongs and pulled out the shaft. It was still completely normal as if the fire never even touched it.

'Well this is going to be harder then I thought.' He said with a sigh. He ran a hand through his messy hair. 'Better call Bruce.'

Well that's great! I thought sarcastically. Whenever my dad had to call Bruce, it was because he was stumped, that meant that the project was going to take some time. And time was not exactly on my side.

To relive some stress, I called up Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, and asked him if he wanted to practice some archery. As always he said yes, and ten minutes later he showed up at Stark Towers.

'You are so going down birdie!' I teased as I loaded my bow. The arrow that I had used earlier had returned to my quiver already; a design that my dad had come up with. My first quiver was a silver one that I had got on my fith birthday, filled with silver arrows, along with my silver bow.

'No, you are Stark.' I said, smirking at me. We both pulled back and released in one smooth movement. We both hit dead center. We continued for about two hours, until Bruce arrived.

'Hey Banner.' Clint said as he walked past us.

'Hi Brucie!' I chirped running up to him and hugging him. When I was younger my dad told me that the Avengers were my uncles and aunt. He laughed and hugged me. He greeted me and handed me a present.

'For me?' I asked slightly confused. He smiled kindly at me.

'Yes for you. I haven't seen you in what? Two months? And I missed your birthday.' He said.

Ripping open the gift, I saw that he had bought me the entire Hunger Games book trilogy, and the first movie.

'OMG!' I squealed. 'Thank you Brucie!!!!!' I hugged him again. He laughed.

'You're welcome! Where's your dad?' He asked and I pointed towards the workshop.

'Thanks.' He said as he walked over to my dad. After that Clint and I continued our little competition. After almost three more hours, I could see Clint was tiring, but I was still energized.

'Ready to give up?' I asked, smirking at him.

'Never.' He challenged. I heard my stomach growl and looked at the clock. It was 11:45am; time for lunch! I excused myself, and ran upstairs. I cooked hotdogs and mac 'n' cheese; my specialty. I told JARVIS to inform everyone that lunch was ready and to meet up here in five minutes. I poured a glass of whiskey for my dad, and I quickly took a shot of it before anyone came upstairs. I grabbed the milk, pop and beer and placed it on the table. I also quickly made two pots of coffee; caffeinated for my dad and de-caf for Bruce.

I walked into the bathroom to clean up. When I got back, I saw that everyone had already dished the food up. I grabbed a plate before sitting down to eat. I got multiple compliments on my food. I thanked everyone as they complimented me.

After lunch, Dad and Bruce went back to the workshop. Clint and I decided we would go hang out with Natasha and Steve. I suited up and grabbed Clint's hands as I flew to the helicarrier. When we landed Natasha ran out and gave me a hug. She was more like an older sister to me than anything. I shook Steve's hand, and then we walked inside. Clint and Steve wandered off to do things on their own, leaving Natasha and I to hang out. We went to her room to catch up.

We talked about clothes and fashion. We also talked about other girly things like make-up and hair styles, celebrity gossip and all the girly girl stuff. Then I said something that I knew would hit her hard.

'Are you and Clint dating yet?' I asked. It had been 6 yearssince Loki's first attack, and everyone knew they liked each other. They just wouldn't admit it to each other. After Clint was taken by Loki, you could tell their bond got stronger. Especially after he returned to us.

'Arcee! You know this already! We can't be together, regardless of how much we like each other. Fury has strict rules against relationships in S.H.E.I.L.D." She said slightly mad.

'Well, rules are made to be broken.' I smirked.

'We would both get fired, Arcee.' She was such a party pooper sometimes!

'Well I am just going to have to change that.' I said, with an even bigger smirk on my face.

'Arcee, don't.' She warned me, but I walked out. I headed straight towards Fury's office. Time to change the game of love in the agency. I thought to myself, as I ignored Natasha's warnings and continued towards Nick's office. Time to charm him with my Stark charm.