The Beginning of the End (The Seven Meet the Avengers)

Chapter Two ~ Meeting

Hello, fellow Wattpadians! Hope you enjoyed the last chapter, even the end didn't end very spectacularly.

You've come back for Chapter Two, so obviously you've found Chapter One at the very least acceptable. This chapter is when the Avengers and Percy Jackson meet, so you can imagine there's going to be a bit of a conflict....

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Tony Stark ~ Iron Man

I'm sitting in my building when I get the call. I groan, head still pounding from drinking last night, but I take the call.

"This is Tony?" I say, rubbing my head.

"Mr. Stark." I hear Agent Hill's familiar voice come over the phone. "Directer Fury has requested your presence."

"Fury?" I say, not sure I hear her right. "Why does he want me?"

"Mr. Stark, Director Fury will debrief you when you arrive."

Right. I think. Like that's going to happen. "Um, I think I'm going to have to decline." I'm about to put down the phone when Pepper walks in.

"What's going on?" she asks, grabbing the phone out of my hand. "This is Pepper Potts speaking."

She seems to listen for a moment. "Uh-huh. .... . Alright.... Yes, I understand .... Yes, an hour would be fine... It's no problem, bye." She hangs up the phone, and turns to me. I groan. "Get ready." she tells me. "You have a meeting with Fury in an hour in the meeting room."

"Pepper!" I complain. "Can't you see I'm very busy?" Pepper raises her eyebrows, and snatches the paper I had been doodling on. She holds it up for me to see. "Tony, you're drawing rabbits." she says. "Get ready."

I complain for a few more minutes, but she doesn't budge. Eventually, I drag myself up and put on a suit. I splash water in my face to wake myself up, but before soon, Pepper's back and I'm not nearly ready. "For God's sake, Tony." she says, rolling her eyes. She walks briskly over, and straightens up everything. Within five minutes, I'm ready and awake.

"I still don't get how you do that." I mumble, following Pepper into the meeting room. Nick Fury, in all his one eyed glory, is sitting at the head of the table.

"Mr. Stark." Fury begins, but I hold up a hand to stop him. Fury glares at me, but he doesn't continue.

"I just want to say, I don't want to be here." I say, sitting down at the opposite end of the table. Fury doesn't stop glaring.

"Mr. Stark, if I had a choice between asking you for help, or losing my eye, I would lose my eye, every time. So please shut up, and let me explain why I'm here and not doing my job back at S.H.I.E.L.D."

I'm silent. Fury takes that as my response, and slides across a thin file. I open it, and look at the picture inside. It's of a young guy, probably a teenager, with wind blown black hair and sea green eyes. I would almost say he's handsome, if I didn't hold such a high standard for myself.

"So.... Who's this?" I ask, reading his information. Fury leans forward.

"His name is Perseus Jackson." Fury says. "And he may or may not be a terrorist."

I raise my eyebrows. "A terrorist? Fury, he's just a kid!"

"Keep reading." I return to the kid's information, and see what Fury means. Apparently, Perseus has a thing for blowing up schools and disappearing for eight months.