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Annabeth was walking down to the cabins, just finished the debrief to Chiron at the Big House. All of the cabins' lights were on, excited talking filling the air with a pleasant buzz as every demigod got their costumes on. The kids were bouncing and the elder campers were getting ready to hand out candy. She smiled, humming at seeing all of the kids happy, proud of all that she had accomplished for her camp in the past few years.

Wait... All of the cabins had their lights on... That wasn't right. There was one cabin thats lights were always off. Permanently.

There were kids and young adults alike gathered around the cabin, whispering worriedly about what was going on. No one was allowed in that cabin. Ever. And now there were lights on and people were clearly talking inside.

Annabeth was looking forward to a fun night giving candy to her fellow camper trick or treaters. But now she had to deal with more bullshit. She tapped a camper's shoulder- an older one who was more than likely bound to know what was actually going on to ruin such happy festivities.

"What's going on?" Annabeth growled out. The camper in question paled and stuttered.

"Um- I think there was um... I think there was a group of kids rushing out from the woods. The one leading had a fire in his hair and a table was running next to him with a letter on it. Most of them had Camp Jupiter shirts on and I... uh think the two Praetors was in that group too. Some of the campers tried to stop them but a girl just told them to back off and they did. Are they the ones that still support the..." The demigod looked around, cautious. "The traitor?" The last word was whispered as the kid talked about the one who betrayed them all.

Huffing once more, Annabeth dismissed all camper to attend the festivities as she marched up and knocked on the awful cabin door.

"You aren't allowed in there, no matter who you are! Its been banned from anyone entering!"

The door swung open, Thalia standing in the doorway, tears running down her face and disappointment directed towards Annabeth in her eyes. "I don't see Lord Poseidon striking any of us down." Annabeth could tell that the Hunter was holding back a degrading name. "You're the only one not allowed here. Walk away Annie."

"Don't call me that. You lost the right to call me that after you stood up for the man who betrayed us. Why are in here, why are you even here, much less crying?"

"I can call you whatever I want, but you lost all rights to even ask me things just like you lost the ability to call me sister."

At that moment, just as Annabeth flinched back at Thalia's venomous words, Hazel was there tucking Thalia against her. Surprisingly, Hazel's normally warm gold eyes were sharp and looking like they wanted blood, despite just being as red rimmed as Thalia's.

"We are here because we have to be, Chase. Because something happened and it made us all so happy. Percy joined us all together, even in death and for once in these past six years are we truly happy. Beware Annabeth the unwise, for somethings coming. Beware your hubris because the oceans are trembling at the thought of the message we received. Beware Annabeth Chase- and be wary of the water."

With that, Hazel closed the door to the cabin, leaving Annabeth stunned.

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The next morning the Guardians were called to join the Avengers in the main meeting area. Everyone gathered together, ready to try and bond together. They of course didn't have the same amount of time that the Avengers had together but that didn't honestly matter.

When the six Guardians arrived, they were welcomed into the circle of Avengers on the floor. The couches, TV, and coffee tables were gone, blankets and pillows replacing them. There was quiet music playing in the background and in the center of the circle there was breakfast foods and drinks.

"The first thing that I want to address, is that we have one person here that you need to meet that you won't see." Tony said, over a cup of steaming. "He is my pride and joy- JARVIS, with all capital words. It stands for Just A Rather Very Intelligent System. No matter what I make, I think that he will be the best thing that I have ever created. JARVIS is an AI, or an Artificial Intelligence. Which means that he has the intelligence of a human although he is only a bunch of code. He runs the building and is always on our comms to help us. Just start talking to him and he will answer. He has feelings and can express emotions so he can help a lot in many ways. Say hi my shining baby boy!"

"It is a pleasure to meet all of you. I do hope that you will all be happy with your stay in the Tower. If you ever need help, just ask, even if it is just the most trivial of things. But if you choose to threaten Sir or any of the Tower's inhabitants I will not hesitate to set you in your place. With that being said, if you are nice, I shall be happy to help you during your stay."

Tony started to laugh. "Sorry for that, JARVIS is just super protective over me. He has a possessive streak at least a mile wide and I don't doubt that he would hack into the all of the universe's systems in order to be able to get me back home. He lost me once, which we will get to, and so I doubt that he would let anything happen to me. I don't know where he got his homicidal streak from but I think that Rhodey had a hand in it because my other bots, who all have their own AI's, have a homicidal streak when it comes to protecting me. One even likes to keep control of a blow torch. Luckily another always has an extinguisher on hand. If you want you can meet them at some point. Anyways, getting off topic. We thought that it would be a good idea to share each of our roles in our groups- not like what we do fighting wise but what your personalities fill. Kind of think of it like who is the mom friend, the kid, the one who is the most pure, the quiet one, etcetera."

There were stares of confusion from the Guardians. "Alright. How about we start and then you can join in. Just move to the middle if you think that applies to you. The mom friend. The one that takes care of the group and reminds everyone to be think logically and not behave recklessly."

Percy moved forward along with Rhodey and Sam. After a moment, Gamora also stepped forward. They all introduced themselves to one another and then sat down, a new found respect forming between the four.

"The misunderstood one who was used as a weapon or pawn slash the one who has a mysterious backstory full of pain." Percy, Gamora, Natasha, Clint, Bucky, Loki, and Rocket all stood up and traded names once more.

"The ones where you would literally kill everyone and then yourself if they even got slightly hurt." Peter Parker and Groot were pushed forward. "On that same note, the kids or the ones that are very pure in nature or character." Wanda and Pietro were then put forward as the young adults/kids and Mantis went forward seeing as she was a nice pure soul. When going back to sit and continue eating, Groot went and sat next to Percy, grabbing her hand and playing with it.

"The kind ones." Scott, Mantis, Peter Parker, Percy, Wanda, Pietro, Sam, and Rhodey all went forward.

Natasha then took over the calling. "The smart ones that deserve more recognition." Tony, Rocket, and Bruce were pushed forward.

"Daddy issues." Tony, Quill, Loki, Thor, Bruce, and Clint went up.

"The strategists." Tony, Natasha, Steve, Gamora, Loki, and Percy.

"Super powered." Loki, Thor, Mantis, Groot, Percy, Vision, Wanda, Peter, Pietro, Steve, Bucky, and Bruce stood up and moved to the center.

"Non-super powered." Quill, Gamora, Drax, Rhodey, Stark, Barton, Romanoff, Sam Wilson, and Scott Lang.

"The dad of the team." Tony, Steve, and Quill.

"The one with actual kids." Rocket, Quill, Gamora all stepped up for Groot. Scott Lang for Cassie. Tony also moved forward. 

"Who is your kid Tony? Should we tell Pepper?" Rhodey asked, acknowledgement shining in his eyes.

"Well there are of course my bot children, JARVIS, DUM-E, U, and Butterfingers, but also I have basically adopted Harley and Peter. Harley from a few years ago from the whole thing with Killian. Also my suits tend to each have their own personality. 

This went on for quite a while as everyone got more comfortable with each other, they started to get sillier and sillier. Yet even as the laughter died down, Tony became a bit more serious.

"I know this may have come out of the blue, but I really wanted to let you all know something, something that I have struggled with for a while. Everyone does face this at one point or another in their life. I want to preface this with the fact that I have dealt with this for the most of my life. Being in the public eye tends to make you put on a mask. Being a superhero makes you put on a mask. But I want you to know that you need know that being a superhero isn't something you can separate from yourself. You are and always be your superhero title. If you believe that you aren't a superhero without your suit, without your weapons, then you aren't deserving of being one. You don't get to endanger yourself nor your teammates with that mindset. You need to believe in yourself- you are a hero no matter the fact of if you are in the mask or not. If you think that the suit makes the you the superhero then you will be easily hurt, easily defeated if it gets taken and that makes you dangerous to everyone else. What makes you the hero is the actions that you take, the decisions that you make. Despite my awful parents and what they put me through, I had Jarvis and Aunt Peggy to help me. When I was put across tabloids despite my young age, I created myself to be Tony Stark. When I was Afghanistan being tortured I built my way out, I became Iron Man. I ended the weapons manufacturing and I rebuilt Stark Industries to become the leader in alternative energy. No matter what people said I stayed true to myself and who I really am, not caring what the tabloids are saying. I am Iron Man and Iron Man is me. Someone else may become Iron Man, someone else may branch off of it, but I am and always will be Iron Man. Take away the suit will always still leave me, Iron Man, but to take me away from the suit makes it null." 

Everyone sat stunned for a moment, blinking up at Tony. Then Percy stood up and clapped her hand on Tony's shoulder. "I totally agree. If you can't trust yourself then others cannot trust you." 

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The Guardians are all sitting out on the platform of STARK Towers, looking out over the skyline. It was a bit odd for them, so weird for Gamora and Quill especially. Quill was back on Earth for the first time in years, and he couldn't stop thinking on how Earth had moved on without him. He knew that it of course would- he was just one person after all but it still hurt- especially the fact that a Zune wasn't actually that much of a hit as Yondu had said. To help though, Stark had given one of the phones that he had made- and showed him the basics of how to use it, especially how to operate the music app which stored thousands of songs.

It was hard to be on Earth for Gamora because of the circumstances. Her adoptive father was going to kill half the universe on a perverse thought that Death would love him. She honestly didn't get him, didn't get how corrupt Thanos had become. It hurt to know that she had to fight the one that she had thought of as a father. She was coming to terms with it but it was unbelievable that such a moment was coming. 

Mantis on the other hand sat solemnly off to the side, quiet as she processed the feelings that seeped out from everyone as they told their new guests their life stories. It was a bit overwhelming especially with the fact that she had only known Ego and only had to really deal with his feelings, and occasionally his child's whenever he brought them to where she was. 

Groot was sitting quietly, playing with some of his branches and blooming flowers, weaving a much more intricate bracelet for Percy. Rocket was happily fiddling with some scraps that Tony had graciously allowed him to have, especially after being sternly told off to not take the man's metal arm. 

Finally, Drax was sitting off to the side, happily cleaning his knives, uncaring of the new place, just focusing on the chance of being able to kill Thanos. 

A door opened and all turned to look at whoever joined them. It was Percy, Natasha, and Clint. The trio all sat down on the edge of the platform nest to Quill, their feet dangling down into the air. 

"I know how it feels. To be totally up rooted, to have the feeling that the world left you behind. I am, as you know, a demigod. I fell into Tartarus, the thing that is like the Christian version of the Cage but worse. It is for the worst of the worse, it is for the unimaginably horrendous to suffer. Its where the monsters go to reform and where the most evil beings live and thrive. I fell into Tartarus for who I thought was my soulmate. It felt like years had passed for me after I fought these monsters that inflicted curses upon me. Each time one died a cure was placed upon me, one that someone else, either person or monster, had inflicted upon me. My soulmate felt like only days past but I could feel the years slip by, enough horrors to justify the passing of time. When we got out, I felt like the world left me behind to my torment. I felt that everything changed even though it was the same. I felt like everything changed, yet I was, at the same time the only one who was different. What was worse is that my soulmate wasn't who I thought she was. She had been drugging me for years and using me to gain a position of power by pretending I was her soulmate. I had sacrificed everything for her, especially my sanity and in return she had me declared a traitor and was I murdered by my uncle. Somehow I survived the attempt and was saved. My friends, Clint and Natasha brought me back. They opened themselves up and shared themselves, letting me take comfort in them."

Natasha then smiled at Percy and bumped shoulders with her. "I always felt lost. I was raised to be the best assassin, the Black Widow. A bunch of young girls were raised to be killers, and if one was weak we had to kill them. Clint didn't have a good family life and ran away to the circus with his brother Barney. Later on he and Barney had a falling out, causing Clint to leave and eventually be recruited by SHIELD. On one of his assignments he was tasked with taking me down. He made a different call."

Clint then picked up the story. "I knew once I saw her that I was bringing in a stray- her being my soulmate just sealed the deal. I snuck up on her and she whipped around and pointed a gun at my head. Do you know how frustrating that my words were so regular- 'What do you want?' I have those literally words hundreds of times in my life. So I just didn't blink an eye. I then said 'I was ordered to kill you and I made a different call.' It was the only point that Natasha broke her facade. I think she stuttered for a second before she tackled me and had a knife half an inch from my eye with her growling out that I had said her soulmate words. We found solace in each other when we felt lost. We were able to stop each others more self destructive tendencies and to find better ways, more healthy ways of dealing with our thoughts and feelings. We found our own world in each others."

Percy then leant back on his hands, head tilted back, smiling up at the sky. "You may find your world shattered, especially in this time in the universe. By finding your own world, find your own place, you can stay grounded. Find your center and grow from there."

The sun rained down upon her face, highlighting the curves of her face as her eyes closed. The door opened to the platform and Mrs. O'Leary bounded towards her, tail wagging so hard her whole body wiggled with it. 

"OH MY GOD YOU CAN I HOLD YOUR DOG AGAIN?"

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Hello it is I Tug! I am back! Sorry it took so long and that this chapter is so dialogue heavy. I just wanted to set up some things and thus this chapter was created. Some silliness and some seriousness plus the Clintasha reveal that I had planned for a while. I hope that you enjoyed their words for each other!

Anyways, I wanted to let you all know that suicide is never your last option. There are always people willing to listen and offer their support. Some things aren't as much of a problem as you thought, but it isn't wrong to think of it as a problem. You just have to understand that you may just need to seek help. Harming yourself in anyway is never the option and I wanted you all to know that you can PM me and we can just talk. I'm always ready and willing to lend an ear, especially as the third party. 

Stay safe my lovelies and know that you are loved by many people, even me.

-Tug