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Percy
I was headed to the supermarket and I saw one of my neighbors, she looked surprised to see me. She walked up and I recognized her as Ms. Colleen. She came with a sad, tear streaked face and began, "Oh, my poor boy I'm sorry for your loss. Its such a shame that you couldn't keep Delilah. I wish that your grandpa made more time to take care of you." I was worried. "I'm sorry Ms. Colleen, but who's Delilah? And what grandpa?" She had a face of pure shock on and whispered, "Oh, my boy, you don't know?" I just tilted my head and she said, "oh. Well before she died, your momma gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, she was given to your mommas birth father. He is an old hero we all know and love. Captain America." I was furious. After I politely said goodbye to my neighbor I paid for my food and dropped it off at the tower, but then I let my magic go free. I vapor travelled to Steve's Apartment. Full of absolute rage I kicked down the door. I turned my wolf glare up to 50% and noticed him trembling. "You, Steven Rogers, have something of mine! Hand her over." Despite his clear shivering he managed to point to a room at the end of the hall. I felt two presences. One, who I assumed to be my sister, and- and a son of Poseidon? What? I didn't know I had another half brother. I mean Tyson is great and all, but everyone wants him dead. I floated into the room, put Delilah down and brought the man up with me. "Brother? Are you a brother?" I whispered. He nodded. "Why is it I know nothing of you?" I continued. He said in a trembling voice, "I was captured and degraded by Germans in World War two, the gods couldn't find interest in me after seventy years in the ice, but who are you?" "That detached? You don't know of the saviour of Olympus who just wants to live his cursed life?" I said in ancient Greek. He shook his head. "Did you know this is my sister?" Once again I got a head shake. "Be at the tower later, and I'll tell you my story. But one thing you should know now, I'm blind, so tell me- oh I don't know your name." "Bucky" he said quickly. "Okay so tell me, Bucky, what do you look like?" He sighed. "Oh, I totally thought that you were going to kill me ... Um were you born blind?" Now it was my turn to shake my head. "Oh, well I look like dad only with brown eyes, and hazelnut hair" I vapor travelled with Delilah after saying goodbye. Seventy years? Damn. That sucks. At least he wasn't tortured on ice.

Natasha Romanoff; Avengers Tower: The kitchen!
"Huh?"
"Okay, okay Steve if he comes here ill get him. Now can I Finnish my sandwich?"
Weird it seems as if Percy stole Steve's granddaughter... Wonder why.
Oh no!
Here he is with the kid. And shooting me a glare that could tear through a hundred men in seconds. I hate to admit that, as an assassin that has been working a most of her life, but frankly? This kid kinda scares me.
I mean, he scares Thor Odinson, and he's young enough to be his son. Thor is a god and said he would be lucky if he made it out of a fight with Percy alive. Also what he did to Tony? That really got my defences on me. Tony was lucky to have his suit, but me or Clint? We'd be soup! Now the kid is walking in. Like the tater tot toddler is his own kid. He throws me a glare as he walked past than comforted her as he wiped her ass! He changed her up than took some groceries out to cook. He made a blue berry parfait. He offered me some, I shook my head no, then comes in the general. "Bucky!" He shouts full of amusement, then starts talking in a mysterious language. The director comes in, and the air stops. The tension was as tight as a knot. The kid glared again and said, "Bucky go with her to the play pen. Take Miss Romanoff with you, oh if she has a scratch, I'll kill you!" Bucky looked scared and I followed. This kid bossed around a 100year old!
Percy (with a bit of Persassy in his pocket)
"Nicholas Damian (made that up!) Fury... To what do I owe the not so pleasure?"
He simply said, "I don't know who you think you are, but you're being interrogated, got it?"
"Oh sure, I'll play along, no poisoning, flying, or elevators. Got it? Cuz I'm not a great enemy to have. I could wipe the floor with your ass."
He scoffed but finally agreed I assume Thor told him something about me. And then, before I knew it I was in a grey room with a table and a chair, a tv and three people who I recognized the shape of behind a double sided glass. I was wearing Apollo's contacts that let me not be blind for as long as the fates allowed it. The door opened and I saw Fury so I took the opportunity. "Hey tanned Patrick! Could you get one of your three bellhops to get me a tall glass of water? I'm parched. Actually make it he one on the right. Thor knows what I'm asking for right?" I felt him nod. "Well great thanks Thor! Okay now how 'bout we get to this," (cue air quotes) "interrogation of yours? I'm Percy Jackson, Perseus if you've got a death wish like Stark in the middle, except he was luck with my flash back and that suit in his not existent heart. Of course I'd be happy to tear you apart, Nicholas. If what I read in S.H.I.E.L.D. is true, you're a big wimp, and an idiot to!" My contacts started to wear off, and I muttered, "Shit" as I took them off. "Eye problems?" He asked. "I was born blind." "Oh really?," he asked. "On your report it says you have full vision, and you're looking at me with no problem. Its kind of rude to lie, so Mr. Jackson. The truth, this time?" "The truth is complicated and you wouldn't understand if you lived it. I'm not even sure if your worthy, but ill show you that I'm trustworthy and you have no reason to worry." I stuck out my hand and felt Thor let go. Miljnor was in my hand, but all I got was a "Whoa".