I Was Never Your Son

"Why?" Percy croaked, staring up at the monster. The one who had done it. The one who had broken him.

Annabeth lied dead next to him, looking almost peaceful as she laid there. Percy fought back tears and stared back up at the monster, sea green eyes meeting bright red ones. "Why won't you kill me?"

The monster didn't respond, it didn't get a chance. A blast was heard from behind it and it devolved to dust.

Tony stark stood there, his suit still on as he stared down at the broken eighteen year old. "It's okay kid,"

Percy stayed silent for a moment, before he looked back up at the billionaire. "I'm not a kid anymore,"

"Peter," Tony pleaded, calling him by the name Percy had once gone by. "Please. I need my son,"

"I was never your son,"