Media- I drew a picture!
Percy's POV.
I observed the man as he came out from behind the cabin. He had black hair, a beard, and was wearing a suit, which didn't match the beach around us. "I assume that you're my uncle, Tony Stark?" I asked. He nodded in return.
"You do know that spying and eavesdropping on people isn't very nice, right?" He smiled.
"I ain't been dropping no eaves, kid. Now, I'm supposed to be your guardian until you turn 18, so why don't you follow me, and we'll get on the road."
I thought about protesting, but just sighed. "Only if you promise not to call me kid." His smile turned into a smirk.
"Not a chance, kid."