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Percy POV

I plop down on a bench next to some middle aged man.

I had been walking through Central Park just to ease my nerves. With everything that had been happening recently, I really needed it. A taste of normal life. I guess I can thank my 'friends' at Camp for that.

"Nice out here, isn't it?" I say as I take a breath of the fresh park air. The guy beside me shrugs, and proceeds to take something out of his coat pocket. A shining black touch screen remote radiating a blue glow, matched with a red and gold car. "Well aren't you a ray of sunshine," I mutter, staring into nothingness. My bench partner seems to hear that, and glowers at the car as it zooms back and forth, while he furiously attacks the buttons on the remote. "Jeez, don't take the anger out on the car, man. What did it ever do to you?" He finally looks up.

"Do you know who I am, kid?" the guy asks, his eyes boring into me. He has brown eyes, brown hair, and a goatee. I feel like I should know him, but I haven't seen this guy before today.

"No. Not really."

"Well, let me enlighten you." He pockets the remote and leans in towards me. "I own a company that is worth billions. Billions. Stark Industries. Sound familiar?" I shake my head. "Well, let's just say I have some very powerful friends in the government, that you do not want to mess with. So watch your words." With that inspirational speech, he goes back to playing with his car.

"Yup, got it. No problemo. A-Okay. 10/10. A+. Fant-" I'm cut off by a fierce glare from the arrogant billionaire, and shut my mouth. All I need is the government and camp on my back. I sigh, and stand up only to step on the remote-control car, sending sparks in the air. I wince. If he disliked me before, he's really gonna hate me now. He shoots me another glare. Watch your back, kid. It seems to say.

I roll my eyes, and stalk away. So much for a peaceful day in the park. Thanks a load mysterious billionaire bench dude.

I walk back to my Mom's apartment, hoping she made blue cookies. (Or something of the sort). I knock twice on the door, waiting for a response. No-one answers. They probably just turned the TV on.

So I enter anyway. But instead of smelling the aroma of baking cookies, or the sound of the TV, I catch the scent of something burning and welcomed by an eerie silence. I walk farther in, and I hear a splashing sound beneath me. My head snaps downward, and I stumble backwards careening into the couch.

I close my eyes, hoping it was just a horrible, realistic, nightmare. Then I count to ten.

1...

2...

3...

At ten I cautiously open my eyes. And I cry out in agony at the sight of Mom and Paul's dead bodies. Soaked and lying in puddles of blood, I can't look at them any longer. I don't know what to do. This wasn't the work of a mortal. Beads of sweat roll down my forehead as I pace back and forth. I reach out to touch my Mother's face. My hand comes back bloody. Then, I run.

Run out of the apartment. Away from my street. I just keep running and running. Away from camp. Away from everything. Until I'm stopped by someone. I run into the same guy I met before. Tears running down my cheeks, and hand soaked in blood, I probably look like a wreck.

"What the f-" The billionaire stops when he sees my condition. His eyes soften. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing!"I exclaim, my throat choked up with tears . "Nothing. I-I have to get home." I turn and run back to the apartment. Not noticing the man silently following behind me.

Tony Stark/Iron Man POV

I watch as the tear-stained kid runs away from me. I have to know what's going on. So naturally, I follow him.

He may be annoying, aggravating, and he broke my new remote car but I can't ignore the suspicious behavior. So I quietly walk behind him. Hiding behind the occasional building or lamppost.

The teen reaches an apartment building, and enters. But I'm not dumb enough to just barge in. I scan my surroundings. If only I had my suit...

I eventually spot a fire escape, and climb up the creaking staircases. I peer through each window until I see my target. He's weeping over two... bodies? I gasp and step back. I quickly take out my phone.

"Yeah... eyepatch? We have a little situation here."

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After a few minutes, the Avengers meet me at the fire escape.  One quick look inside, and everyone's eyes widen.

"Is that... blood?"Bruce asks, his face contorted in shock and fear.  I nod gravely.

"Do you think he killed them?", Steve says.  I shake my head.  

"Well, we should probably go inspect it," Natasha claims. She starts walking to the door, but Clint grabs her forearm.  

"Not the best idea, Nat.  What do you think that kid would think of six strangers barging into his apartment, and interrogating him about his dead relatives?" 

"We should probably just call the police," I cut in.  

"Wow, I'm so impressed,"  Hawkeye states, a devilish gleam in his eye.  "You actually had a decent idea for once." I glare at him, and take out my phone.  It beeps as I dial the number. 9-1-1.  The police answer right away, and promise to be here as soon as possible.  We all head downstairs to meet them when they arrive.    

Sure enough, sirens ring through the street only minutes later.  We follow them up to the apartment, as the officers ram on the door.  We hear the shuffling of feet behind the door before it opens.  

"Yes?" The boy asks tentatively, not seeing me yet.  

"We received a call earlier.  Someone said they saw... bodies." A female officer says, reaching in her jacket pocket for a pen and notebook.  The kid's face pales. 

"I don't think you have the right to do that," he states in a shaky voice, his hand poised above his frayed jean pocket.  

"Actually, we do." Another police says, pushing past him.

"Hey! You-" His sentence is cut short by the gasp of the male officer.  

"Why don't you sit down, son?" The officer asks the kid, dialing his voice down to a kinder tone.  The kid obliges, and sits down on the couch, a blank look on his face.  "What's your name?"

"Percy," He replies, staring at the blood-ridden bodies.  "Percy Jackson."

"Is Percy short for anything?" The officer inquires.

"Yeah.  Perseus." Percy mumbles, breaking his gaze with the dead bodies.

"How old are you?"

"17." Percy says.  I step into the apartment, and his head snaps in my direction.  "You... you followed me, didn't you?" His eyes fill with rage.  "Didn't you?" 

"Well, I'm sorry if I was a bit curious about the same kid who ruined my morning was tear-stained and covered in blood," I state, not being able to stop myself.  "What else did you expect me to do?"  

"Stark!" Steve chastises, giving me a painful punch in the shoulder.  But Percy and I ignore him nonetheless.  

"I don't know, maybe leave a man to mourn in peace?"

"Well-"

"Mr. Stark, please stay out of this," The officer says in an exasperated tone.  "Percy, were the victims related to you in any way?

"My mom and step dad."

"What were their names?"

"Sally and Paul Blofis." Percy explains.  Weird.  My sister's (It used to be step sister, but I changed it for the sake of the story.) name is Sally.  I just shrug it off though.  About a million Sally's in New York.

"OK, just let me see if there are any living relatives." The police types rapidly on her computer, the keys making audible clicking noises.  She raises an eyebrow.  "Well, you're in luck.  You have an uncle."

"No," Percy says in an uninterested tone.  "All my relatives are dead."

"Actually, your mother had a step-brother." She explains.  Percy's attention snaps to her.  My stomach churns.  I think I know where this is going.

"Yeah?  Who?" 

"Mr. Stark, would you please step forward?"