I do not own Iron Man or Percy Jackson.

Takes place during Iron Man 1

Time: None-None

Tony's Age: 26 years old

Percy's Age: 40 mentally, wolf body 4 (thought by others to be 7 and a half years old--aging)

Stretching out my tense muscles the next morning, I could see Tony still asleep in his bed, while his expression was pinched, I could tell he was going to be sleeping for another hour at least.

Jumping on his bed, I looked past him and saw that the time read four in the morning, Tony had gotten roughly three hours of sleep. Hoping he would get more, I silently left through the doggy-door that was on his bedroom door and crept toward the kitchen. Pulling open the freezer door, I grabbed another ice-pack and set in on the ground for a moment before grabbing the towel on the handle by the sink.

Carefully wrapping the ice pack to help dull some of the freezing cold, I returned back to Tony and carefully sniffed along his body for where the bruising was going to be worst, thankful for the nose of a wolf that could smell the blood flow going to one spot easier than seeing it.

Smelling that his arm was already developing a sized bruise on it, I laid down beside Tony's left shoulder and set the ice pack on it and laid my head near his arm, ready to catch the ice pack should Tony shift.

Tony stayed asleep for another two hours of me constantly taking on and off the ice pack before it could make his arm too cold that he would wake up. I could hear the small crashing of the waves below and had an idea to draw Tony away from the lab, even for a few hours.

Finally, Tony woke up nearly around seven in the morning, getting the longest sleep since his return from Afghanistan. He heard him groan a low pained noise as he shifted awake and could see his hands tensing by his sides like his arms were hurting and Tony was testing to see how much.

I watched him do something similar with his legs before he flopped his head back onto his pillow and sighed loudly. Taking the moment of his distraction, I put the ice pack back on his arm and waited for him to react.

It didn't take long, maybe a minute if anything, and Tony just turned his head and blearily looked down at his arm.

"Good boy," he muttered into the pillow, exhaustion clear in his voice telling me that he needed more hours of sleep.

Giving a soft concerned whine, I edged closer to him and nudged his cheek that was half-buried in his pillow with the rest of his face.

"Hmm," he mumbled but I could tell it wasn't quite an I'm-ready-to-sleep-more mumble, but an I'm-awake-soon type of mumble.

Laying my arm softly on his arm and careful of the bruising, I watched him slowly start to wake up.

Our eyes connected as Tony finally shifted his face from the pillow and sleepily looked at me as I rested on his arm. "Thanks for always being there for me," he said softly, his arm dislodging me as he hand moved to rest on top of my head and slowly started to pet it.

Ah, he was in an affectionate mood, I can deal with that. Turning my head toward his hands, I closed my eyes as he continued to softly pet my head in soothing, affectionate circles, rubbing just behind my ears that scratched the spot that I never seemed to be able to get.

"Good boy," he muttered as he caught the falling ice pack and finally shifted and sat up in his bed slowly, making a small groaning sound as he finally felt his tense bruised muscles from the fall through two stories.

"I feel like it's true when they say you start dying at age 25," Tony said aloud before carefully moving from his bedroom toward the adjacent bathroom.

Following him to make sure he didn't trip over his own two feet or other objects, I watched Tony tug off his shirt not caring since I've known my pup since he was a baby and has been put in the same bath as a toddler and child Tony far too many times for my morality to play too much into this.

Tony shucked off his pants as he fumbled his way on blasting the hot water for the bathtub, knowing from past experience in the lab when he's gotten hurt that a hot bath would help loosen a lot of his muscles. He set the ice-pack aside and turned toward the mirror as the bath started to fill up.

Touching his arm gently, I watched him suck in a breath at the radiated pain before moving toward his ribs and carefully feeling each of them before moving onto the bones of his legs. Just by watching his expression, I could nothing was broken and I couldn't smell any breaks in any of the bones (it was a weird smell, and very subtle that I can't always catch) but seemed to mostly be deep bruising that would heal on its own.

Turning away from the mirror as the tub filled up faster, Tony got out of his boxers (which was the point I did turn away) and got into the tub not caring that the bedroom door was still open and that Pepper could walk in at any moment. Though, seeing as she's been working with Tony during beginning CEO days, she often walked into his room enough to not be quite bothered by it.

I watched as Tony rubbed his eyes, slightly in pain as he sunk deeper into the filling bathtub. Seeing the signs of a possible concussion, I padded over toward the lights and found the electronics light switch and propped myself against the wall and did my best to hit the button with my nose.

Thankfully Jarvis was programmed into it, so even though I know I hit the button to open the tinted windows of the bathroom (letting in more light) Jarvis read the signs himself and turned down the lighting in the bathroom and made sure the windows were fully closed.

After that was done, I knew the jets in the bath might also soothe some muscles because of the massage they slightly give, so I pushed the button for them and felt happy that I correctly hit it as I heard the jets go after Jarvis signed off on the action.

Hearing Tony let out a happy moan, I turned toward my pup and watched his reach over the tub for the cover for the Arc Reactor that he had made when he realized that he needed to make sure no water got into it. Watching him twist and slide the cover on, I made myself comfortable at the mat in front of the shower that was nearly 3 feet next to the tub and closed my own tired eyes while keeping an ear out for Tony and his heartbeat for any elevation in it.

Nearly an hour of soaking in the heated water, I finally was awake as I heard the sloshing water of Tony getting out and closed my eyes and let out a wide yawn and carefully shifted my tongue around in my mouth to wet the dryness in there.

Feeling lethargic, I stood up only to go into a downward down position before doing the opposite move and stretching each of my legs. Shaking my stiff fur and letting it fluff back out, I exited the bathroom to see Tony in boxers and shrugging a white T-shirt on.

He looked a bit better, his muscles were still stiff but I could tell he was feeling better. He wrapped the ice-pack around his arm from some extra wrap he had in his bedside table, and finally went downstairs.

I could tell he didn't care he was just in boxers and a T-shirt as he shifted in front of the kitchen and grabbed the eggs and bacon from inside. I watched him cook one of the few foods he knew how to make, bacon and eggs, and stuff two cold pre-made waffles into the toaster.

Watching him slightly dance around the kitchen and grab some of the more Italian spices that his mother used to add to eggs, I relaxed at the feet of the table and smelled how Tony felt...not quite happy like before Afghanistan, but he seemed like he finally found some version of his skin again after it had been taken away from it. The old Tony was slightly back and I hoped he would stay.

He grabbed two plates and set aside half the food on it before grabbing a fork for himself. Setting the plate on the floor for me, I watched him lean against the counter as I attacked my own food.

Tony grabbed some juice from the fridge and slowly ate through his food, seeming lost in thought even as I finished my plate and went back to relax under the table.

The spices on the eggs still tingled my tongue slightly but felt content having some food in me, usually, it was Pepper that had to feed me something that I would eat; usually, the special dog food I made them buy, well made Jarvis buy when he was alive that then extended to Tony.

With it being nearly 9 am, I watched Tony set both plates in the sink before disappearing back toward his bedroom to finally get changed. Knowing this was the time, I slinked from the kitchen toward the closet and grabbed my backpack that was in there from my time after the war that Peggy specially made, that I often now wore when I wanted to go for a walk.

Carefully grabbing the strap specifically for me to carry it around, I walked back toward the kitchen and sat down, waiting specifically for Tony to reappear. Seeing him now in an ACDC shirt and black workout shorts, I whined slightly to get his attention.

He made a pinched look as he glanced from the backpack toward his body and I knew he was debating on stressing his muscles or not, but sighed and took the back from me and helped me into it.

"Come on," he muttered as he slipped on some socks and shoes before heading out the front door.

Carefully stepping with him through the trial they've long since made from the house toward the beach and carefully around the woods, I stopped when we reached toward the beach and carefully nudged Tony.

He made a confused look as I settled along the beach and looked up expectantly at Tony who looked slightly relieved this was where I wanted to stop and play for a bit.

It's an old routine between us, going for a walk around their marked trail until I stopped somewhere along the way to play some fetch, once it was enough between both of us, we would head back through the trail back to the house. Thankfully, knowing Tony was a wanted man to some people, Tony had installed many hidden cameras along their trail that Jarvis had full access to and would alert the police should he somehow disconnect from any of them at any time, especially if they were on the trail.

"Alright, come here," Tony said with a grin as he sat along the beach and away from the sharp rocks that were just under where his house was. They were a little further out, should the house fall, but it was close enough that they both generally edged away from them when they were out.

Wagging my tail, I walked toward Tony and could smell the beginning smell of content run through him as he lifted one of the pockets from my weighted pack and grabbed the tennis ball within.

My pack was specially designed to have four sets of pockets, two on each side, and then between each pocket was a cupholder that had two full water bottles carefully snapped into the pocket to not fall out. Just between the pockets and the pouch of water, were carefully sets of distributed weights. The heaviness often gave me just enough exercise that it helped my muscles, especially growing up in a household that was more lab-orientated than exercise-orientated. But when they encountered water they actually turned into floaties making sure Percy wouldn't drown and be weighed down if he was swimming. Finally, there was a strap in the middle of his backpack along his spine that set aside the ball-thrower that was strapped there specifically for the fetch time, though if he had to survive with a person, he could turn into a shovel should they need it.

It probably helped that Human Jarvis and Peggy were the ones that often took me on my walks and fetch time before Tony got old enough to understand it and help out. It was the only time he really relaxed when growing up in his father's shadow.

"Ready?" Tony asked with a grin as he pulled his arm back slightly with the ball-thrower behind him.

Happily barking and moving into the play stance, I wagged my tail a few times and watched Tony release the thrower forward with some strength, making the ball fly through the air. 

Keeping track of the ball, I notice it going toward the shallow shores that washed softly against the sand. Hearing the plop of the tennis ball landing in the water and floating, I ran through the shallow water before paddling toward the tennis ball, feeling the water easily part for me.

Grabbing the ball in my mouth, I turned around and swam back toward Tony who had a large relaxed grin on his face. "Come on! Bring it back!" Tony shouted from where he was sitting relaxed in the sand.

Feeling excited, I returned to Tony and fake growled at him when he tried to take the ball from me. Seeing him give a small smile and shake his head slightly, I heard him speak another command. "Drop it," he said with a grin.

Instantly complying and watching Tony catch the ball before the wet ball collected sand that was underneath them, I waited impatiently as Tony put the ball back in the thrower and cock it back again.

Dancing between steps, I watched him throw it once more and chased after it, ignoring the wetness of my fur and the slight tiredness I was getting.

Finally, after nearly 30 minutes of doing this, I dropped the ball at his feet and plopped down beside him and ignored the way the sand was suddenly collected on the ball and on my fur that was going to cause itching soon enough.

"Ugh, bath time," Tony muttered disdainfully as he noticed the clinging sand. "Come on, let's go home," he said as he carefully stood up and stretched his muscles, noticing that while they still hurt, he felt like he could finally move again without wincing with each step.

I debated on getting up before deciding that a bath would probably help and I can always sleep afterward, I trudged myself up and followed Tony back toward the house, feeling sleepiness return with each step. Yawning as we finally got to the house, I felt Tony lift the pack off my back and place it aside to be cleaned from the sand later before taking me toward the bathroom in his bedroom, knowing the room would make me feel less claustrophobic than the other bathrooms in the house.

Watching him run the bath, I ignored my human instincts for the moment and leaned over the tub to swallow some of the water rushing from the sprout. "Percy!" Tony said in exasperation as technically I wasn't supposed to do that.

I looked up after licking my lips, feeling a bit more awake and could tell the water was truly clean as my Son-of-Poseidon did its thing to make sure I never got sick from any water I drank.

"Come on, in you get," he said as he leaned over the tub and turned off the faucet after half of the tub was filled.

Not needing to be asked again, I carefully got into the tub and made sure not to splash and used the room of the tub and heated water to sink to my belly and just relax in the heated water. Making a content sound, I rested my head over the tub's side and lazily closed my eyes as I felt Tony rub his hands through my thick fur.

The motion and heat luring me into sleep and I happily let it take me, knowing the motion of cleaning my fur was just as relaxing for Tony.

I heard the knock on the door and lazily opened my eyes to seeing Pepper standing there, a soft smile on her face as she took in me and Tony, "Hey, I have some papers you need to go over and sign," she said, placing the papers on the counter of the sink after making sure it was dry before walking toward Tony. "Want my help?" she asked.

"Sure," Tony said as he made room for Pepper to sit next to him.

I gave a happy moan sound as another hand joined in rubbing the sand out of my fur. "I wanted to ask about the hole in the ceiling leading to the car garage in your workshop?" Pepper said with curiosity especially when Tony winced and had a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Uh, probably shouldn't," he said awkwardly as he rubbed the top of my head.

Pepper just shook her head, a smile dancing on her lips as the three of them enjoyed the rest of their day in relaxation.

I knew that my idea to get Tony to relax for the day worked.

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