Third Person POV

"The President wants to thank us on national TV!" Tony shouted excitedly, running through the tower. Percy rolled his eyes at his uncle and continued to fight with the swimming letters in the history book he was supposed to be copying terms out of.

"Stark, stop shouting!" Natasha bellowed from down the hall.

"Pot, kettle. Kettle, pot." Clint joked as he walked out into the hallway. Percy chuckled and the archer peeked through the open door to his bedroom. "What're you doing, PJ?"

"History homework."

"Ugh, history." Clint made a face. "Having dyslexia troubles?"

"How'd  you know?"

"You've got your face about an inch away from the page and you're squinting so hard you look like you're 70."

Percy flopped back, making his chair roll about a foot backwards. "I can't concentrate! We're reading about famous traitors and all I can think of is-"

"That girl who came over." Clint finished.

"-Annabeth, yeah. Her and the rest of them."

"Have they been bugging you? At school?"

Percy spun his chair to face Clint. "Only every chance they get. I'm so tired of them trying to interrogate me!"

"Your school do harassment charges?"

"No." Percy scowled. "And I don't want the school solving my problems anyway."

"We could always take it to a federal court..."

"I'd have to have a reason for them harassing me, which would require a Tony style reveal of who I am."

"I could threaten them into leaving you alone. Or Natasha could."

Percy had to smile for a moment at the mental image of Natasha and Clint standing in front of the cowering group of his former friends.

"No, that wouldn't help my case at all. Someone would see it and want to know why two super spies were issuing death threats to a bunch of teens."

Clint sighed. "I dunno how to else to help, PJ, but it's obvious that you aren't happy."

Percy shrugged. "I just have to deal with it, that's all. Keep my head up and stiff arm them whenever they get near enough to start poking into stuff."

"If you need any help with any of that, or just want one of them to disappear for a little bit, tell me."

"I didn't realize that you're in the business of kidnapping." Percy chuckled.

"I'm flexible." Clint shrugged. "Don't fry your brain trying to do that homework, kiddo."

"Thanks for the warning." Percy turned back to his history, growling as his phone buzzed for probably the thousandth time. Annabeth had started a group chat that he'd been invited in, which consisted of them bugging him 24/7 about talking to them again.

"You know what?" Percy grabbed his phone and unlocked it, opening the text messages. "I'm done with this."

He tapped a quick message into his phone.

'I'm blocking all of your numbers.'

Flicking to his contacts menu, he quickly did just that. His phone lay peacefully now, not buzzing anymore.

About two minutes later, Frank called him.

"Dude, what did you do? Annabeth's going ballistic."

"I blocked all their numbers on my phone. I'm tired of singing Telephone in my head each time I see one of their names pop up on my contacts."

Frank laughed. "That's actually a good idea, I might do that. What are you working on right now?"

"History. Did you finish it?"

"Yeah, I did that first."

"These fancy French names are Hades on my dyslexia, dude, I can barely read the page as it is."

"You want me to help you with it or something?"

"Nah, I'll work it out. What are you doing?"

"Waiting to see if Clarisse is in the mood to go to the gym."

"What are you gonna do if she is?"

"Beat each other up, basically. You're busy and I need someone to fight with for a while in the boxing ring."

Percy laughed. "Well, don't die."

"C'mon, she's mean, but she's not that mean." Frank replied. Percy heard a familiar voice yelling over the phone. "Sounds like she's home and needs to blow off some steam. Talk to you later."

He hung up and Percy set his phone on the desk, smiling a little at the sudden silence that came with blocking his stalkers.

"Maybe I can finally focus on my homework." He muttered, turning back to the book and scanning down to the next highlighted name.

It was at least 14 letters long, and seemed to be doing leap frog in front of his face.

"Nope. Nope nope nope." He shut the book with a loud 'thud.'

[A/N Percy is me when doing my homework. I just nope my way through study hall every day]