Demigods and Avengers

"I Told You It Was A Bad Idea, Tony."

Tony's P.O.V

I'd been talking to the kid, Leo, for a week now. He had some serious mental case issues. I still found it really weird how fun it was to talk, well, text, some random 16 year old kid.

Despite the fact that he was 16, I felt we had a few things in comman.

For one, the kid was actually not that bad of an inventor. Two, he seemed to avoid the topic of his parents quite alot, and the more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed that he had an issue with them. I could relate to that, but I didn't bring it up because it was probably a sensitive topic.

Lastly, he seemed really annoying. Now, I know people find me annoying, but this kid was on a whole other league.

It was currently two in the afternoon, and I was sitting in my lab, overlooking some blueprints.

Pepper had arranged for an intervention for some teenagers, in which I had to create some sort of impressive, never before done, idea to impress them.

I didn't see why I had to impress some teens, but Peper insisted that I do it, because it was requested by 40 different schools in America, alone.

Ugh.

That's the thing. I can create Iron Man suits, nuclear weapons and knowing my brilliance, I could probably invent time travel too.

But an invention that teenagers could use in their day to day live... No thanks.

What do teens even want? What do they need? I don't know.

That's when my incredibly smart brain came up with an idea.

Ask a teenager.

And fortunately, I knew just who.

Mr PK: Hey, kid.

Mr PK: Listen, I need your help.

Mr PK: Answer me.

Leo: Wassup?

Leo: I knew you'd need my awesomeness soon.

Mr PK: Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Mr PK: You know how I told you I was an engineer?

Leo: Mhm.

Mr PK: Well, i have a presentation to give. I need to make something teenagers find helpful.

Mr PK: So, give me an idea about what teenagers want.

Leo: Wow. Aren't engineers supposed to have, like, a bunch of ideas or stuff?

Mr PK: Yes, but I'm a weapons manufacturer.

Leo: That's really dangerous you know.

Mr PK: Says the one who asked me which flavour tipod was the best.

Leo: ...

Leo: Fair enough.

Mr PK: So, give me some ideas then.

Leo: Can you invent a machine to give extra braincells to people?

Leo: I'm asking for a friend.

Mr PK: Mm... No.

Mr PK: Pepper would kill me if I did that.

Leo: Who's Pepper?

Mr PK: My girlfriend. She's scary.

Leo: I can relate.

Mr PK: You have a girlfriend?

Leo: Yep. Her names Calypso.

Mr PK: Nice.

Mr PK: To be honest, she does sound scary.

Leo: You have no idea.

Leo: What about a teacher exterminator machine?

Leo: Only for the mean ones, obviously.

Mr PK: NO.

Leo: Ugh... fine.

Leo: But like, in the future, if you have any spare time or something...

Mr PK: *Sighs*

Mr PK: You're about as helpful as my old maths teacher.

Mr PK: In other words, you're useless.

Leo: Ouch. That hurt, Mr PK.

Leo: And again with the sighing in text things.

Mr PK: How else do I show my dissapointment?

Leo: Fine. What about a pill that gives a person the nutrients sleep does.

Leo: Like coffee, except you don't get eyebags, hallucinations, and you won't need to sleep for like, twenty four hours or something.

Leo: So we can do stuff like pull all nighters.

Mr PK: That...

Mr PK: That's actually a really good idea.

Leo: Who's useless now, huh?

Mr PK: Whatever.

Leo: Still waiting for an apology.

Mr PK: ...

Mr PK: Sorry.

Leo: :)

When I told Nat and Bruce the idea... well, this happened.

"Ok. That's a good idea, but knowing you, it'll go wrong." Nat told me.

"Yeah, Tony. Who gave you the idea anyway?" Bruce questioned.

Without looking up from the notebook I was writing in, I answered. "A friend. And when have my inventions ever gone wrong?"

Nat took out a sheet of paper from her pocket and began reading it.

"Well, there's Ultron. The toaster incident. The space projector. The pen explosive and that time in Albania. Need I go on?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. This is different." I replied.

Nat just sighed and walked off.

.

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One day later, I was standing outside a burnt down lab, with a raging Pepper and a smug looking Nat.

"I told you it was a bad idea, Tony."

You know, I think I'll stick to the never ending supply of Pizza machine.