The Boy Born From the Sea

File: Am I Even Needed?

   "I can do something!" Percy replied, eyebrow twitching, "I'm not going to stand by while my friends put their lives on the line!"

   "I said 'NO'!"

  All conversation stopped at that and Percy's eyes widened. That was the first time Tony had yelled at the demigod and it surprisingly hurt. What hurt even worse was when the billionaire turned around without another word, suiting up and taking off into the skies.

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   Percy woke up feeling like crap. He was sweating and shivering, a horrible combination, and he felt numb all over. His eyes burned and he had that horrible itch on the side of his nose that wouldn't go away. When he tried to sit up, he broke into a coughing fit, which didn't really help the pounding the headache he had, "JARVIS, where is everyone?"

   "The Avengers and Agent Coulson are in the kitchen awaiting your arrival. Might I suggest that you stay here? You are not quite fit for travel," The A.I. spoke, managing to convey concern in his voice. 

   "Yeah, you do that. I'm going to go take a shower," Percy waved in a random direction, knowing that JARVIS could see him anyway. "Let me know if they need me."

   "As you wish."

   Percy padded over to his dresser, pulling out some baggy black pants and boxers. Entering the bathroom, he took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of his lavender soap. It may have seemed girly but he enjoyed the smell and used it more often when Tony had agreed. He turned the shower on, watching as the water fell from the ceiling into a small pool. he was forced to turn the water to cold when he continued to sweat. He stripped, stepping into the water, and sighed in relief when his headache went away slightly.

   After finally getting rid of the nasty feeling of sweat being everywhere, the demigod stepped out, willing himself to dry. He quickly changed, not bothering with a shirt (it was too hot). He stumbled to the door, missing a couple of times for the knob. He made his way to his closet, grabbing his boots. He put on his socks, which were tucked in the shoes, before placing on the boots.

   Right as he was about to exit his room, a thought hit him, "Wait, did you say Coulson was here?" He nearly stumbled at the thought, flailing his arms to keep balance, "Coulson, as in Phil Coulson?"

   "Yes, sir. He is currently waiting on your, Captain Rogers', Mr. Odinson's, and Dr. Banner's arrival in the kitchen."

   "Okay, cool. Thanks, JARVIS."

   "Anytime, Agent Jackson."

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   "Where's Percy?" Tony whined,  leaning his head on the table and poking his blue pancake miserably, "J said that he'd be here!"

   "Maybe he's dead," Clint laughed, only to fall off the counter when he heard the demigod's voice next to him.

   "In your dreams, Bird Brain," Percy snorted, stacking five pancakes on a plate.

   "NINJA!" Clint cried, pointing at the agent with a hand on his chest, "You... Are a freaking ninja.."

   "What?" Percy looked at him with a raised eyebrow, staring at the archer like he was crazy. "I'm not the ninja, Natasha is. She's the one that appears out of no where."

   "No," Natasha looked amused as she pointed her fork at the demigod. "I sneak up on people. You just... Show up."

   "Well," Percy sniffed, turning to dig in the pantry. "Don't appreciate my awesome."