(Fem.) Percy meets Spidey

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He snorted. "If you lose it, just tell me. The worst thing that happens is you find it and end up with more jewelry." 

"Why are you saying that like you're already planning on giving me more?"

"Don't tempt me. I called your mother a queen among mortals; if you're staying in my home, I can treat you like a princess, you know."

Giggling, I shook my head in weak protest. "Dad."

"Would it make it better if I do something with it?" he asked. "Make it into something that tells me your location or something that increases your water abilities?"

"You don't need to." How he figured out the real reason, I didn't know. We're far too similar. That probably made it easy. At least, I hoped that was the case. Otherwise it meant I was too easy to read.

"It would be as much for my peace of mind as for yours. I have a well of power that's infinitely deep." His hand cupped my face. "I--"

I tilted my head, waiting for him to finish. He stroked my cheek, soft green eyes focused on mine.  Part of me wants to look away. To break eye contact like what happens with everyone else.

"Like I said." He was the one to look away. "There's little I wouldn't do if you asked."

"What were you going to say?"

"You wouldn't accept it if I offered."

Oh.

I hugged him. A second later, I realized what I did and tried to pull away. Dad's arm looped around me, keeping me close.  That warm feeling--the one I remembered from when I was a baby--pooled in my chest. 

Head resting against mine.  Arms wrapping tight. Soft kisses to my hair. For a moment, everything seemed still like the air in a cave. However, it couldn't last.

"Is there anything you want me to do?" I asked, as Dad guided me down. His lap made a good pillow, so I wasn't going to complain. Add in him rubbing my head? I would do anything to get to keep that.

"Lie here and relax."

"Like-- Like a quest." I felt like Annabeth must've, all those years ago. I wanted to go out, to do something. Maine would be a nice place to visit. . . too bad it could only be me and Grover, if he could even go at all. The Lord of the Wild had to have better things to do.

"Seahorse, I'm not giving you anything like that when you're like this. You hear me? I don't like that you're going to sneak out tonight either, but I can't tell you not to." The air around us thickened, smelled strongly of the sea. There wasn't much further I could push this. He hmphed. "Find me a good present for Poseidae then. Doesn't have to be anything fancy, or anything that I might actually want. Just something that you think I'd want."

I puffed out my cheeks.

"Eh, let your old man be nostalgic. Chiron doesn't have you guys celebrate like he should."

"I just... I don't want to make you mad."

"I think the angriest I've ever been with you is when you sat on my throne." His fingers pressed against my jaw. "When you could've died if I didn't look. When I might've killed you without a thought." 

That wasn't what I was expecting. Him giving me something to do? Him laughing and saying that its a good thing to be scared of his temper? That had precedent. That would make sense.

He shrugged. "Apollo said vulnerability helps mortals feel more comfortable with each other. Like I told your step-father, I don't process things the same way he might. You're closer to me, but I don't think there's much difference between you and mortals.

"How are you different?". Despite asking, I didn't really want the answer.

"I can tell you every ship on the water right now. The fish swimming near the docks. I can tell you everything you left in your room and where you left it without having to look inside. I might look like you, and I know you--"

Yawning, I curled up, keeping my head on his lap so he wouldn't move his hand. Panicking, embarrassing as it was, wore me out like I was a toddler ready to go down for a nap. My fingers curled into his shirt.

"You could've just said you wanted me to talk." He chuckled. The tips of my ears burned. "I could tell you about venomous fish? Or I might be able to remember a lullaby my father sang us when we gave him indigestion."

Of course. Indigestion. The most normal reason to sing your five kids a lullaby. 

"You can go back out there. I'll be fine."

Don't go. Don't go. Don't leave me. I kept those whiny thoughts buried.

"I'm not missing much," he said. "Frozen meals aren't the pinnacle of mortal cuisine."  He pet my hair, humming softly. The vibration traveled through my limbs, and I almost thought it would be too much. Yet it almost made me drift off. He was calming. The softer aspect of the sea: soft lapping waves, the hiss of the sand, warm water.

In my half-asleep haze, I didn't react when the door opened. Or when Mom asked if I was okay. Dad's humming barely faltered. Weathered fingers drummed a pattern against my back.

"She's fine. She and Triton had a bit of a fight last time she was with me, and he's not keen on letting it go. It's part of the reason I wasn't concerned with her coming back here early."  The lie easily rolled off his tongue.

Mom replied. Her words swam past me. I blinked slowly. Was Dad doing something? Or was this just some other part of me that's screwed up?

"Sally, her friends are dead," he said softly. When he noticed how I tensed, he slid his hand over my back. The pressure was light, but also firm enough to keep me from shifting. His thumb rubbed at my shoulder blade; I pressed my head against his stomach. "I'm hardly going to fault her if she doesn't want to be around me."

Must have been him. I couldn't understand her. Grumbling, I close my eyes. Gods' auras were so weird.

"It's easier to keep myself in check if she's the one making the decisions. She belongs to me, and for now I'm fine with you keeping her. But--"

He stood--petting my head when I whined--and walked toward the door, pausing at the threshold.

"I will take her if I have to."

It took too long for me to realize that was a threat.

Fun fact: Most of the conversation between Percy and Poseidon has Peter listening in and trying his best to type what he hears into Google Translate

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That's not a joke. he really likes trying to eat my arm

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