The Other Stark
My name is Alexis Kai Stark, and I am not normal.
I roll my eyes, shooting a lethal look his way, I halt about a foot away from him, and don't even bother with slapping him (it hardly leaves a mark and is extraordinarily ineffective) instead, I straight up roundhouse kick him in the side. Immediately he doubles over in pain and shock.
"What was that for?" he exclaims.
"Private property lovely, didn't you know? Also, because of your shenanigans before, I won't be allowed to kick your ass later, so I decided to get it done ahead of time. And you're going to hate me for this pun but here goes nothing. WHY THE FRIGGA ARE YOU CAMPING OUT ON MY BALCONY?"
"That might've been worse than getting kicked..."
"Oh what a wonderful pairing we'd be, the scheming lunatic and the alcoholic teenager," he mumbles.
AN: I do not own any of the Marvel or Percy Jackson plot elements in this story. (And there's like the teeniest bit of stuff from Gossip Girl, I don't own that either)