It's okay to be saved once in a while too.

Percy basically made Peter sit in his lap while he changed his bandages. It wasn't entirely like that, but it kinda was. Percy was supporting Peter's body weight, and changing the bandages from that angle helped.

He did admit though, it was a bit strange. Peter was a little weak from deciding to be an idiot and jumping from 11 feet, so he kinda just leaned into Percy. The only person Percy had ever held in his lap was Annabeth.

The gash was still pretty nasty looking, but Percy was sure Peter wasn't a demigod. There wasn't much more he could do for the other boy. No ambrosia or nectar could be used. He didn't want his new friend to burn up.

And Holy Styx! This guy was Spiderman?! Percy kinda felt bad that he was so oblivious to superheroes and other crazy events, but he was a bit busy with his own thing. He couldn't even research it though. All the answers he had were probably on the internet, but, being a demigod he can't use the internet.

He decided he was going to ask his mom later, maybe she would have some old newspapers that could tell Percy more. Especially because he had heard some kids at school discussing all these events, like some kind of alien invasion on New York a few years back. And now Captain America was a fugitive. Who? The guy from WW2? Wasn't he dead?

Percy guessed he could even ask Peter about some of these things. But he had been pretty shocked to see a bloodied superhero on his neighbor's fire escape. Luckily he had played it off cool.

He was broken out of his hyperactive thoughts when Peter coughed. Percy looked down at the wound and saw he was almost done rewrapping it. He had zoned out a bit there.

Once he was done, Peter moved to sit up on his own. It felt weird. The body heat leaving left Percy feeling cold. He was just the slightest bit disappointed.

Peter turned his body to look at Percy, "So, you aren't at all freaked that I'm a normal nerd by day and a superheroing webslinger by night?" the look on his face said it all. He expected Percy to hate him or something.

Instead Percy laughed, "Of course I'm freaked out, but I'm not all that surprised. I knew there was something different about you. I just didn't realize that you were a vigilante."

"So we're cool?"

"Yeah we're cool," Percy could practically see the relief on Peter's face.

Peter slowly stood up, Percy was still on the floor, "Need help unpacking?" Peter asked and offered a hand.

"As a matter of fact, I do. But, I feel like if I took your hand, I'd pull you back down." Percy smirked at Peter.

Peter laughed, "Probably." but still gave him a hand. They began unpacking.

Almost half an hour later, Percy finally asked, "No offense, but I don't even really know who Spiderman is. I'm a bit out of touch. And before you ask, yes, I know a bit. A microscopic bit, but still a bit."

Peter laughed, "Let me start from the beginning. Do you know who the Avengers are?"

"...uhhh"

"Oh man, you're hopeless,"

***

Percy and Peter were sitting on Percy's counter top in the kitchen munching on ham sandwiches. Peter had explained all he could about the Avengers and the multiple times they had saved the world and all these other events. Like how he was a Stark Intern, Natasha Romanoff and Pete had a 'Mama Spider,' 'Baby Spider' joke, etc.

There was a lot of information, and Percy felt bad, because if he couldn't remember his own Greek Mythology heritage, which he had known about since he was 12, how was he supposed to keep track of all these superheroes and crazy events.

He explained this to Pete, and thankfully the other boy had taken the knowledge so understandingly. Then only thing Peter hadn't taken amazingly was when Percy told him he honestly couldn't tell Star Wars and Star Trek apart. Peter had nearly fallen over, then announced that they had to have a marathon of both.

Percy thought Peter's response was pretty cute, especially when he explained that Star Wars knowledge had saved him on the battle field once of twice. Pop culture references had saved the world.

Percy only laughed at that and told Pete that he was going to have to prove it. Pete swore he would.

The two were becoming pretty good friends in the span of 3 crazy days.

"Hey, Perce. What did you mean when you said Sally knew I was here yesterday, but assumed I was a DG. What's a DG?"

Percy fell silent. he took a sip of coke. After swallowing, he began to respond, "It's only fair since you told me you were a hero for me to tell you what I am. You have to swear that you won't tell anyone though. Not a soul."

Peter looked at him incredulously, "Man, are you serious? You think I would willingly tell you my secret identity if I didn't trust you? Of course I'm never going to tell anyone."

It was a reasonable argument, so Percy decided it was safe enough to not make him swear of the River Styx.

"I'm not entirely human."

Peter almost coughed up soda, "What?! That was the most vague-arse answer I've ever heard! I literally told you I was bitten by a radioactive spider and all you tell me is that you're not fully human?"

Percy winced, "Yeah, that does seem kinda jerk-y of me. I'm going to explain it in fully detail dumbass. I just had to get that out of the way,"

Peter rolled his eyes, but could see where Percy was coming from, "Yeah, I guess that's justifiable."

"So you're gonna let me finish?" Percy asked, but didn't give time for Peter to respond, "So, you know how Paul's not my real dad? Do you know the ancient Greek myths?" a simple nod, and 'yeah' were the only indications Percy got, "Well, Poseidon, the Greek god of the ocean, and the Earthshaker? He's my dad."

Percy looked at Peter for a reaction. Peter's was golden, "Man, what the fuck?"