(Fem.) Percy meets Spidey

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"Be safe,"

"I will, Mom." I sighed. "It's not like they can kill me or anything, right? Plus if they do, Dad's not gonna be happy."

She pulled me into a tight hug and I suppressed a scream of pain. How did she manage to hit most of the injuries I had on my back?

"What's wrong?" She pulled away to look at me.

"You just hug really tight."

"Tyson hugs harder."

"Yeah, and he normally breaks some ribs. I'm gonna go call Blackjack and have him take me. Bye." I rushed away before she could get a word in edgewise. Once outside and in an alley, I whistled.

Soon enough Blackjack came hurtling out of the sky.

Boss, I really wish you would stop calling me next to dumpsters. It smells and then it sticks to me.

"Which is why I got you those air fresheners."

Oh yeah, cause I want to smell like a new car?

"You wouldn't tell me what kind you wanted. Can you take me over to Avengers Tower? Well, the closest place we can without raising too much suspicion?"

Yep. Climb aboard, Boss.

I climbed onto his back and held on as he took off at full speed, desperately trying to get away from the dumpster.

I've got to say, Boss trying to do something without raising suspicion is odd for you.

"Trying not to give my uncle more reasons to want me dead."

Blackjack started descending, landing in another alleyway, far away from the dumpsters.

You are getting me donuts after this. And I mean sll the donuts you owe me.

"If I did that, I'd go broke, but I'll see what I can do. Love you, buddy." I kissed his nose before heading to the Tower. As large and gleaming in the sunlight as it was, I could pick out a figure crawling up the side. I didn't pay much attention to it seeing as this is a building where superheroes sometimes stay and this is Manhattan.

Walking inside, the secretary glanced up at me before looking back at her papers. Then she looked back up.

"No field trips are scheduled until after school starts."

"Actually, I'm here to see Tony Stark."

The security guard looked over at me. "Why?"

I shrugged and shoved hands in my pocket. "He came to my house with Black Widow and Spider-Man to interrogate me about uh...what was it? About something."

"You don't know?"

"I'm ADHD. I probably started thinking about something else and zoned out for three minutes."

The security guard sighed and walked to the elevator. "Friday, can you send the elevator down?"

"Of course, Happy." The robotic voice came from the ceiling and I jumped. I thought he was talking to someone through a com.

"So is Happy your name or is that supposed to be a joke?" I asked.

"Probably both. My name's Happy Hogan."

"Percy Jackson." I offered a hand. He raised an eyebrow. I dropped my hand, putting it back in my pocket.

"Percy Jackson? As in the girl who kidnapped her mom and blew up the St Louis arch?"

"Why does everyone remember that and not the fact I was kidnapped too? How would I even kidnap my mom anyway? I can't tell her no." I sighed. "Also please be reminded that it was my stepfather who started saying it was me and that guy was a bastard who treated my mom like a slave."

"Uh, Friday? Where's the-"

The elevator opened. We entered and I hummed softly, watching the numbers climb upward. Finally the elevator stopped and the doors opened onto what looked to be a living room.

"The girl's here," said Happy, "I'm going to go grab some food. Want anything?"

"Starbucks!"

"No. Happy, get the kid a Happy Meal."

"What are you doing? Summoning the dead?" I chuckled. Everyone looked at me. I sighed. "Inside joke."

Happy left. Leaving me in a room with Tony Stark, Peter, and the Black Widow.

I rubbed the back of my head. "So should I sit or wait for you guys to eat your lunch?"

"How was your dad's?" Peter asked.

"My brother didn't murder me so that's always good. Dad's going out of his way to spend time with me, and oh my gods, my step-mom makes some of the best biscuits. So what did you guys want to talk about?"

"How did you-"

"What happened to all of those bruises?" Peter interrupted Tony.

"I heal fast. Not like it's been helping lately but-" I shrugged "-whatcha gonna do?"

"Lately?" Black Widow asked.

I pulled up the hem of my shirt to reveal the bandages. "I decided, hey why don't I sneak out and go sit somewhere to get away from my nutcase of a family. Someone tried to kill me, which is sorta surprising cause normally I'm pretty safe at Dad's. Except for my brother."

Peter was staring at the injury. "How bad is it?"

"I'm alive. Hurts, but I'll be fine. Not the worst I've had and not the worst I'll have. Especially if my brother doesn't stop being a bitch."

Peter gasped and covered his ears. "Potty mouth! I'm telling your mom."

"She knows I pick up on Dad's speech habits. As long as I don't cuss in front of her, I'm fine."

"I like her." Tony grinned.

"She still stole priceless artifacts from a museum." Black Widow said.

"Again, the belong to my family. We can trace some of those weapons back for thousands of years. And I mean, do you know how hard it is for us to see weapons in that condition? We take them and have them restored."

"How do you restore a sword?"

"No idea. I don't do that. I just sit and eat cookies, hoping my cousins not going to show up and tell me to go steal something that somebody else stole. I got my best friend covered in sewage one time." I shuddered.

Peter laughed. "Do you want to watch anything?"

"Will there be popcorn involved?"

"Sure."

"Then yes."

As Peter got up to make the popcorn, I was well aware of the suspicious glances. My shoulders fell.

"Guys, I'm not a danger. I just like being alive so I do what I have to do. Plus do you have any idea how much trouble I'll get in if I do something you'd need to get involved in? I wouldn't be allowed out of the apartment for three years."

"How can we trust you?"

"I would get character witnesses but half the people I know are still mad at me because of a prank so you're just going to have to trust me."

Heeeeeeeeelllllllllloooooooooooo

I haven't eaten yet

I am going to go do that

See yah