Who are you, Percy Jackson or Oliver Queen?

Chapter 2

AN: Hey guys. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I will try to upload to this story as much as possible, it is hard to get out 2k-3k chapters every day, adding along the fact that I am really busy writing my college essay, so I can't upload every day. However, I will upload as much as possible. Please let me know your thoughts on the story, and if you guys like it. Please enjoy part 2!

Recap:

Percy spent his time going to Washington. When he wasn't mist travelling, he was training his new abilities. Overall, it took him a week to get to Starling City, and by the time he did, he could use his fire powers more effectively, and was able to change his appearance at will.

When he reached Starling, he changed his appearance to that of a blonde hair blue eyed man and walked through the city, noticing how different it was to New York. The Glades were the poorer section of town, and even he could tell.

When he reached the address that his mother had given him, he saw it was one of the most beautiful houses he had ever seen (he had been to Olympus multiple times). He changed back into his raven haired sea-green eyed self and knocked on the door. When he got there, a man who looked like he was in his forties looked at him strangely.

"Um, sorry, but does Moira Queen live here?"

Present:

"Who is asking," the man said strangely.

"Hi, I'm Percy Jackson. My mother was...Sally Jackson," he choked out. "She was a friend of Moira Queen."

The man kept looking at him strangely. "Give me a moment." The man walked inside the house, and left Percy outside to ponder this thoughts. He didn't know what to do. If worst comes to worst, he could live in the woods. After all, he does have Hestia's blessing, and he could learn to shoot if he wanted. After about ten minutes, a sandy-blonde haired woman opened the door.

"Are you Perseus Jackson?" the woman asked, causing Percy to stiffen.

"Just Percy, ma'am," he replied. The woman sized him up.

"Wow, you must look just like your father," the woman responded.

Percy looked at her. "I get that a lot. People say I'm his spitting image."

The woman laughed. "I'm Moira Queen, please just call me Moira, ma'am is too formal. Would you like to come in?"

Percy looked at her in shock. "Yes, please, thank you Moira."

The woman, Moira, gave him a smile before leading him into the house. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside. "Your house his beautiful, Moira," he said, in awe of the architecture.

"Thank you Percy," Moira said with a smile. "Please, come to our living room."

Moira led Percy to the living room and took a seat and gestured to the couch across from him. "Are you sure? My clothes are a bit dirty," he said sheepishly.

"Please, sit," Moira said kindly. "It is not a big deal, I can get the couch cleaned later."

Percy smiled and took a seat on the couch, which felt amazing, considering he had spent a week travelling to Starling. "So, Percy, how is Sally?" Moira asked, causing Percy to gulp, and tears started to form.

"She...she died recently," Percy managed to choke out. "Along with her husband, Paul, and her unborn child, Estelle." At his point, Percy was on the verge of tears, causing Moira to come over to the opposite couch and sit next to Percy. The older woman grabbed Percy's hand, and wrapped her arm around him, pulling him into a hug.