Strike Team Demigod [Percy Jackson x Marvel Fanfiction]

Chapter 12 - Do you want me to keep eating it?

"Excuse me. I don't know who..." He says, his eyes flickering with recognition.

Please say you don't know me. Please say you don't know me.

"Ssh..." Tony says, putting a finger over his mouth.

"Mom, I need to call you back, something magical is happening."

"Ssh man keep it down." I groan and continue to scan the computer.

"Tony Stark is in my van. Tony Stark is in my van. " He chants and I breathe out in relief. He doesn't know me.

"No, he's not." Tony says and I snort. "Come on in and shut the door."

"I knew you were still alive! Wow, can I just say, sir?"

"Uh..yeah," Tony says.

"I am your biggest fan." He says.

That's when I interject. "I don't mean to be rude and interrupt this beautiful moment but is this your van? Is anyone else going to come in here."

"No, no, no. It's just us." He says, looking at Tony.

Uh oh. Tony's got a fanboy.

"What's your name?" Tony asks.

"Gary." He guy says. Tony gets up and shakes his hand, and I think Gary's blushing. Oh my gods I am not letting Tony live this one down.

"Oh wow."

"I get a lot of this, it's okay." Tony smiles.

"Not since you've been dead." I sass.

"Shut up Carson."

"Oh, good. Can I just say?" Gary starts.

"What do you.....yeah?" Tony says confused.

"I don't know if you can tell, but I have like, patterned my whole look after you. " Gary says, taking off his hat and running his hand through his hair.

It is literally taking all of my willpower not to start laughing.

"My hair's a little...it's not right. Because there's no product in it," he says. "Also, I don't want to make things awkward for you, but........

I look down at Gary's tattoo and stifle a snort. Tony is NEVER living this one down.

"A Hispanic Scott Baio? Oh, I'm sorry. Is that me?" Tony says, kinda taken aback.

"Yeah. It's uh... I mean, I had them do it off a doll that I made, so it's not like it's off a picture. So it's a little bit..." Gary says.

I raise an eyebrow and judge him silently from my corner. Okay, I know there are probably a lot more people like him in the world, but when you know the person the tattoo's of......its awkward.

Just leave it at that.

"Gary, listen to me, okay? I don't wanna clip your wings here, we're all a little over-excited. I got an issue. I'm chasing bad guys, trying to grapple with something from some hard-crypt data files. I don't have enough juice. I need you to jump on the roof, right? Recalibrate the ISDNs, pump it up by about forty percent." Tony says, gesturing to my computer.