Percy Jackson and The Avengers

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Steve POV

With a worried filled mind, I quietly closed my door behind me and walked to the elevator. My thoughts, about Percy's condition and health, rapidly roams around inside of my head as I subconsciously walked to the kitchen. The frown on my face sudden turned to a thin line when a scrumptious smell hit my nose. Knowing that no one is awake when the sun is peaking out of the surface, I instinctually got myself to a fighting stance and thought of the possible intruder's actions.

I slowly and quietly walked to the kitchen, ready to fight who is inside the room. With a deep breath being held, I dashed inside and got to a defensive form. My eyebrows immediately shot up when no one attacked me or somebody stood still and looked at me with a expression like a deer caught in headlights. Yet what shocked me is not a someone but a something.

A breakfast feast is prepared on top of our table. Various cuisines are prepared from Italian to French. My eyes widened like saucers by merely looking at the breakfast feast in front of me. I shook away my bemusement and looked around the area to search who is responsible of this. To my dismay, I didn't saw who cooked breakfast for us.

I walked back to where the food is displayed. "Jarvis," I called out for the AI butler. "Who made our breakfast?"

"Percy made it, sir." Jarvis informed.

I looked back at the food with shock written on my face. Unknowingly that Percy could cook is an additional information that Tony could blackmail or take advantage of.

"Jarvis, wake everyone up and tell them that breakfast is ready." I said as I made myself coffee. "If Tony went back to sleep, take desperate measures."

"Right away, sir." Jarvis said

I grabbed my cup of coffee and head back to the dining area. As I went to my seat, I heard their footsteps came inside. Looking at them, I saw shock and hungry faces as they stare at the feast on the table. Tony was the first to break his stupor.

"Wow, Cap. I didn't know that you could cook." Tony complimented as he walked in and took a seat. "You can be my personal chef, if you wanted to."

"I di-" I started as I sat down.

"Wow! It even smells delicious" Tony complimented as he smell the food like a kid. Knowing Tony that he won't listen to my protests, I let him think what he wanted to think.

"Did you cooked our breakfast?" Bruce asked with amazement as he took a cup of coffee from the coffee maker.

"I don't think so." I heard Natasha mumbled as she and Clint took their seats.

I looked at her with a smile on my face which she returned with a small nod. At least someone knew that I won't cook this kind of dishes. After everyone got their morning drinks and took their seats, I opened my mouth to announce something. Yet, Tony put a stop on it.

"Let's eat!" Tony said and about to grabbed a spoonful but Natasha slap his hand that was holding his spoon. "Ouch! Why would you do that, Tasha?"

Natasha glared at Tony who gulped nervously and shrunk to his seat when he look at her murderous eyes glaring at her.

"Let Steve finish what he was about to say, will you?" Natasha sternly said at the billionaire across her and sat down. She looked at me again and gave me a nod as a sign to continue what I was about to say. I smiled back at her as I saw Tony glaring at the two of us.

"Just so you know, I didn't made the breakfast feast." I said. "Percy did it."

Everyone look at me and the food in shock, except Natasha and Clint. Suddenly, everyone started to ask questions on Percy's whereabouts and compliment how good his cooking skills. Tony almost spit out his drink to Bruce, who is sitting beside him, after I said who actually cooked our food.