Percy isn't THAT blind

A/N: Hola! I am indeed alive (slightly). And I apologise to those of yous that are waiting for me to update Legion of Chaos - I WILL GET ROUND TO IT.

I pwomise.

Oh, and this is intended to be a oneshot until I get round to updating it...which won't happen until I finish at least 2 of my other stories (which won't happen in forever)...or until I get writers block (which is extraordinarily unlikely).

So even if I do update, please don't expect fast updates :)

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Summary: People seem to forget that Percy lives in Manhattan. Sure he is a bit busy with demigodly stuff and okay, maybe he isn't the most observant person on the planet...but he isn't exactly going to miss a massive fucking hole in the sky, especially if it has aliens pouting out of it.

Chapter 1: Tony

It was a pretty normal day for Percy. It was Sunday afternoon and he was on his way over to the Empire State Building to visit Annabeth, who was working on Olympus.

For some reason Percy had had to carry on with his poor education after the wars. He was now 17 and his last year at high school really wasn't doing him any favours. He never even got basic education, what with his dyslexia and ADHD, but his father decided that he should at least try and stay in school for a year.

So he was back to living with his mom in Manhattan and going to Goode High.

A huge bonus to this arrangement was that he was very close to Annabeth. He would often stop by the Empire State Building on his way home from school.

In fact he went round so often the the desk manager had given him a permenant card up the elevator to the 600th floor where Olympus was situated.

Annabeth didn't need to stay in high school any longer no sir, she was already working so quickly that Athena herself was finding it difficult to tutor her.

Tonight was the opening of one of the Annabeth-designed areas in new Olympus, the Gods were having a celebration and Annabeth had ensured that demigods were invited as well.

Percy was going along early to help Annabeth sort things out.

She and Percy hadn't communicated that much since the war because seeing each other brought back flashbacks that even Apollo could not wake them from.

So, once the war with Gaia was over, Annabeth had thrown herself into her work, striving to forget and distract herself horrible memories of her experience in Tartarus.

Percy had done much the same with sword training. He practiced, he swam, he trained, he worked tirelessly in hope that he might exhaust himself enough that the nightmares would no longer plague him.

Both regularly forgot to eat and skipped meals until Percy crumpled I'm the arena from a lack of sleep and Annabeth collapsed on her desk from a lack of food.

Their friends became infuriated when they found out what they were doing to themselves.

Percy was furious with Annabeth when he discovered what she had put herself through.

Annabeth was furious with Percy when she found out what he had put himself through.

In the end they managed to sort things out and now they kept each other in check. Made sure each other was drinking enough, eating enough and sleeping enough, and they worked their way round the flashbacks with Hazel's help.

Percy hummed as he walked down the street, he remembered just how much they had tried to avoid each other once the final battle was over. That was, until Thalia knocked some sense into their brains (after both of them passed out from exhaustion and lack of sleep) and now they were closer than they'd ever been before.

He glanced up at the Stark Tower as he walked past it. Percy had heard way too much about Tony Stark.

Annabeth greatly admired his work, so he got free lessons from her about him whenever he visited. No seriously though, he could probably recite his entire life story off the top of his head now.

It didn't particularly help that Leo practically worshiped him, he probably even had a shrine for him somewhere in the Hephaestus Cabin.

So Percy got a free stream of random facts about Tony Stark wherever he went.

Percy grumbled under his breath about how Tony Stark was an arrogant, rude, girlfriend-distracting moron who was-

Percy was startled from his thoughts by a smash from above him.

He peered upwards in confusion as he tried to work out where it had come from. His hand immediately moved to Riptide in case it was a monster.

Squinting, he could just about make out a figure falling, eagle spread from the penthouse suite of Stark Towers, some 94 floors up.

His eyes widened in alarm and almost subconsciously gave an ear piercing whistle to summon Blackjack, before he realised that he wouldn't get there in time.

Some passers by have him a weird look and a cab pulled up, the driver thinking he had hailed him; that was until they noticed the rapidly-falling-to-his-death figure hurtling towards the ground.

Percy's throat closed up as the shape grew larger and larger, it had neared the 50th floor. Percy had no idea who this person was, he had no clue whether he had been pushed out of the window or he had jumped out voluntarily. He felt his chest become tighter as he realised it could have been a suicide attempt - which, by the looks of things, would be almost definitely successful.

He could hear Blackjack in his head

Yo boss. How you doin'? How's that Athena girl? And where you at by the way? I can't find you ah- I see you- wait nope, no I don't. I'm guessing you ain't at Camp? Hmm boss I can't find you anyplace in Long Island . Where are you? Is it serious? Do we need to do some saving the world shit?

Percy tried to ignore the constant stream of rapid-fire thoughts as he knew for certain that Blackjack could not get from Long Island to Stark Towers in the few seconds that it would take that man to reach the ground.

In a flash of scarlet and gold, another object shot out of the smashed open window from which the man had fallen from. It followed him down and Percy saw it latch onto the man as he neared the 20th floor.

It began to interlock over his body, coating him until he was covered in a red and gold suit of metal.

Just before the golden face plate snapped on, Percy managed to recognise the man.

Tony Stark.

Well, think of the the devil, and the devil comes, he thought bemusedly.

Seconds before impact, the now metal clad Toby Stark managed to manoeuvre himself into a standing position, and just before his feet hit the ground, his thrusters started up and he shot back up Stark Towers like a rocket.

The edges of Percy's mouth tilted downwards and nodded so that his expression said 'not bad, not bad'.

"Thank Gods Leo isn't with me right now." He muttered fervently, he could already hear Leo's hysteric fangirl squeal in his head if were to see what Percy just saw.

He squinted upwards to see if he could make out what was going on at the top of the tower. Sadly, he could only just see the blob floating in mid air that was Tony Stark.

"Well...there's something you done see everyday."

He shrugged and was about to turn around to carry on walking to the Empire State Building when he heard Blackjack again.

Hey boss, you called on me, don't leave me hanging! Where are you? D'you need my help at all? C'mon, answer me boss.

Percy rolled his eyes and replied under his breath.

"Don't worry Blackjack, false alarm. I'm at Stark Towers, I called you because I thought that Mr Arrogant-as-Shit Stark was falling to his death. But don't wor-"

Stark? I thought you hated the guy.

Percy paused for a second. "Hate is a very strong word. I would just say I dislike the fact that my girlfriend babbles on about him...a lot." He said.

Ah jealousy, that explains the irrational hate. Blackjack teased.

Percy growled playfully. "Jealousy? I'm not jealous of anyone! Especially not Stark. Do I look like I'm jealous of him? Do I sound like I'm jealous of him-?"

Yes. Replied Blackjack promptly. Anyway do you need me or not?

Percy smiled as he pictures Blackjack shaking his head in annoyance. "Nah, it all cool, false alarm remember. I'll see y-"

Percy stopped mid sentence, caught off guard by the sight in front of him. He stared at the top of Stark Towers in disbelief.

He blinked four times and opened his eyes, nope, there was definitely still a thick, blue laser beam shooting up into the sky from the roof of Stark Towers.

Boss?

"One second Blackjack" he murmured.

He watched as the beam stopped suddenly, still directly above Stark Towers.

From where it stopped, the sky began to change slightly. It seemed to distort like an image on the computer that became pixelated.

Blackness seemed to seep out of the tip of the energy beam. It spread out circularly, like it was poisoning the sky.

When it had reached about 400 meters in diameter, the inky blackness stopped spreading, but its edges still rippled like a wave.

Percy waited with baited breath to see what would happen - an event like this didn't just happen (he could tell), this was leading up to something.

Something was going to emerge from that hole in the sky and whatever it was, it wasn't going to be pretty.

What was the hole though?

The darkness looked like it could match the Palace of Nyx at first glance. But when Percy looked closely, he could see tiny dots of light shining through.

It looked like- like the night sky.

Like outer space.

He sucked in a breath at the realisation.

His body tensed as he saw some movement from way up in the sky; he was pretty sure that everyone else on the street was frozen in place as well. Then, the hole seemed to explode with shapes moving rapidly out it and streaking across the sky.

The hovering Tony Stark looked up at the hole in the sky in alarm. He then rocketed upwards to attack them.

Percy gulped when he figured out exactly what they were.

"Actually, on second thoughts Blackjack, get the Hades over here as fast as you humanly- pegasusly can."

Tony was actually quite enjoying his trash talk competition with Loki, until he got thrown out the window that was.

It was rather rude.

Just because he won the bullshit game, didn't mean that Loki had to get all touchy and stuff.

He was just a sore loser.

On his way l down, he couldn't hear much other than the air whistling past head. But when he was at about the 50th floor he heard an ear splitting taxi cab whistle.

He didn't have enough time to try and process what this whistle meant.

He looked down at the ever growing closer ground below him and heard a beeping sound as his suit recognised the bracelets he had just put on.

He sighed in relief and as the suit attached itself to him, he discovered that he was close enough to the floor to see the detail on the civilians faces below.

A boy standing on the street particularly caught his attention. He only caught a flash of his messy black hair and sharp cheekbones, but the thing that struck him was his expression.

All the other people on the street were screaming, panicking full on or running away.

However, the only sign that he was panicked or even scared, was the slight widening of his eyes, which might actually have been normal.

The rest of his face was completely stoic, his body might have been tensed but Tony couldn't tell, for all he could tell, the boy was completely relaxed.

He looked scarily like Natasha did when she was seriously panicked or scared: to an outsider, she seemed emotionless and gave absolutely no reaction to whatever the situation was, but if you knew her well enough, you could tell when she was afraid.

Slight changes in her posture, an imperceptibly clenched jaw and very slightly narrowed/widened eyes.

Such small things that were invisible to a stranger.

This boy seemed to panic in the same fashion.

Just before his faceplate snapped on, he made eye constant with the boy. Just as Tony predicted, his stance didn't change at all, but his eyes narrowed just slightly.

He blasted back up his tower to the Penthouse where he knew Loki was gloating about shoving him out a 94th floor window.

His mind wondered briefly back to that boy.

How could a civilian teenager could stay so calm when a billionaire was hurtling towards the ground and would most likely die?

He only looked about 17/18, why wasn't freaking out?

Either that dude had played way too many video games...or for some reason people falling from 94 floors up didn't scare him or...he had been trained not to react.

Maybe he was a spy. One of them ones that started young, Tony remembered that Natasha had said she started when she was 9.

Tony made a mental note to look him up the on S.H.I.E.L.D database if he ever survived this battle.

His attention was turned back to Loki as he drew level with the smashed window he had been thrown out of.

"And there's one other person you pissed off." He called, gaining Loki's attention. He couldn't resist getting the last word, and his grief for Agent Coulson still fresh in his mind. He held up the shooter on his arm, and held it out on front of him.

"His name is Phil."

He released a huge blast and it threw Loki backwards across the room.

Pepper was going to kill when she found out about the amount of redecorating they would have to do.

Tony was feeling pretty satisfied...until he saw a massive portal open up above his precious tower. His eyes followed the blue beam which opened it down to a different point on the roof where Dr Selvig had some strange metal contraption holding the Tesseract.

Suddenly aliens started to fly out of the portal and Tony's eyes widened in shock as he saw the sheer amount that flooded to sky.

"Right. Army." he said, suddenly remembering what Thor said about a Loki having an army 'not from their world' and Loki mentioning something about an army when he was blowing his trumpet in the penthouse before throwing Tony out.

He shot off into the sky, blasting and blowing up some of the weird alien things, trying to at least slow down the current.

Percy quickly ran up to a nearby building; after sneaking round the back, he scaled the wall so that he was on the roof.

He whistled sharply again to alert Blackjack of where he was.

His eyes scanned the city as he turned in a full circle, none of the aliens had reached the ground yet.

"Go!" He yelled down at the panicked crowds of civilians bellow. "Get out of here whilst you still can! Go! Quick!"

His eyes spotted a familiar black shape on the horizon.

So boss...1, 2, 3 or 4?

"4." He replied, tensing his legs, readying to jump onto him. 1 meant Blackjack would land on the building so that Percy could climb on with him stationary; 2 meant that he would hover in the air and Percy would jump on; 3 meant he would not stop but slowed down when passing Percy and he would leap on; and 4 meant that he would just fly past at normal speed and Percy would grab on and the haul himself up. Percy really didn't have enough time to stop Blackjack's movement, the aliens had passed the tip of Stark Towers.

Blackjack flew past, level with Percy's head height and Percy wrapped his arms round his neck so that he was dangling in the air. He then swung his leg over Blackjack's back so that he was seated on firmly.

They flew upwards and Percy watched several of the alien ships explode due to some of Tony Stark's missiles.

Percy drew Riptide and as the alien ships whizzed past, he simply held it out and it sliced through them, cutting cleanly through their armour.

Whatever the Hades these creatures were, they obviously had no defence against Celestial Bronze.

Well shucks for them then, thought Percy as he twirled his sword to deflect a strange beam of light that had been shot out of one of their gun things.

Blackjack, being the clever pegasus he was, had arrived in armour, suspecting that Percy was in trouble.

He was covered in (but not weighed down by) Celestial Bronze chain-mail. So the light things that were being shot at them simply bounced off him.

Percy however, obviously wasn't wearing any armour, the only means of defence he had was Riptide.

Been a long time since we did anything like this Boss.

Which was true enough, the last actual battle they fought together was actually the Battle of Manhattan - which was quite ironic seeing as they were now fighting once again in the middle of Manhattan.

Percy carried on decapitating the aliens or at least causing enough damage to make their ships to fall apart whilst he tried to think of a battle plan. At the moment the only ally he could seem to find that was capable of fighting back was the metal clad Tony Stark. He couldn't fight this alien invasion with just the two of them.

He winced as one of their light beams grazed past his left arm, burning the skin and destroying his sleeve.

"Wow. Rude." He muttered, trying to ignore the agony in his arm.

Blackjack flew down an alien free street to give Percy enough time to eat some ambrosia to heal his arm.

Every sensible demigod carried ambrosia and/or nectar with them at all times - you never know when a monster would decide to attack you.

Percy felt layers of new skin stretch over his burn. He was lucky that the burn was a very minor one, other wise it would take a long time to heal, even with ambrosia. That would be a huge setback so early on in the fight.

He wrinkled his nose. This was a massive handicap. He had no means of defence.

They had neared the end of the street when Percy cursed himself for being so stupid.

His watch!

His friends had made him an amazing new watch for him after the battle of Gaia, and it transformed into an incredible shield.

He double tapped the watch and it expanded into a large, round shield with an intricate engraving,the right half depicted Camp Half-Blood, the left showed Camp Jupiter,

It was fire proof, courtesy of Leo; bullet proof, advice from Annabeth; animal claw/ teeth proof, helped by Frank; electricity proof, aided by Jason and thoroughly tested by Thalia(who enjoyed it way to much); flying jewels proof, thanks go to Hazel; freaky shadow shit proof, thanks of course go to Nico; magic and charm proof, Hazel and Piper's work...and basically everything proof.

Percy wasn't even sure to what extent it's powers reached, but it was some pretty strong shit.

The metal it was forged from was completely unique. With Leo and Nico's help, Tyson had managed to somehow forge together Celestial Bronze, Imperial Gold, Stygian Iron and Titanium, thus making it basically indestructible.

He flew swiftly into back onto the road and carried on cutting a clear path of destruction in the alien forces, now even more so because he didn't have to protect himself with Riptide all the time and could properly use it as a weapon.

His mind focused once more on the fact that there was no way that he would be able to stop an alien invasion with only Tony Stark as help.

Should he call Hermes? Surely Olympus must have noticed this alien invasion under their noses. But then again their noses were so high in the air that they probably wouldn't notice when the whole of the isle of Manhattan was wiped off the map until they weren't anchored to the Empire State Building. And even then they would probably just look down and say "Oh what a shame, let's move to China."

Percy mentally slapped himself in the face, focus. Now was not the time to be ranting about the Gods, now was the time to kill these Godsdamnned aliens and stop them massacring everyone in New York.

He sliced the head off a nearby alien and thrust his sword deep into the underside of a ship, and then twisted it and the ship exploded.

In the corner of his eye Percy saw a black jet flying towards the island.

He watched a figure fly out of it and- wait a second, fly?

That person was definitely flying. But with no ship, no plane, no Pegasus, no nothing.

Percy frowned. Now that wasn't normal.

And then he almost laughed, what the Hades was he on about, nothing about this situation was normal.

He was fighting an alien invasion on a flying horse with ancient weapons with a billionaire encased in metal.

So, just go with the flow, he thought, watching the man.

He noticed that the man had a hammer, he was holding it out in front of him like it was dragging him along. He also had a red cape fluttering out behind him.

Stupid man, Percy muttered, shaking his head as he narrowly ducked a beam of light, had he never seen The Incredibles? Edna wouldn't be impressed.

It didn't escape his notice that he made a beeline straight to the penthouse of Stark Towers.

That made Percy think, why would he go there?

Maybe there was a person or something powerful that needed tending to. That made sense, Tony Stark wouldn't just jump off a building, someone must have pushed him.

You'd either have to be bat shit insane or inhumanely powerful, or both, to throw Toby Stark out a window, out his own window, and think you could get away with it.

One of the alien guns shot down the black jet that the man had flown out of.

Percy grimaced as he saw it crash land in the middle of the destroyed street. That must've hurt.

The man in the red cape had landed on Stark Towers' penthouse.

The door was pried open on the crashed jet and the hatch dropped onto the floor. Out of it walked three people.

From where he was a couple of hundred meters in the air, Percy didn't have the best view of them, but he could see that there was a man in blue with a circular shield, a man in black and a woman in black.

He flew off in a different direction as the three new people weren't doing anything interesting and he had about 27 alien ships tailing him.

He flew low over the Hudson River, glancing back at the horde of flying metal ships and beams of light that came way too close for comfort. Maybe he should try to put his water powers to work.

He turned and started to fly upstream so that all the ships following him were over the river, none of them could catch Blackjack.

He took a deep breath, it might take a lot of his energy. He then nudged Blackjack, who put on a sudden burst of speed, forcing the ships to fly even faster, at their top speed.

He then pulled on Blackjack's mane to halt them into a stop. He turned around and stared at the 35 ships flying straight at him. They were about 100 metres away when Percy lifted his hands slowly and his gut twisted.

A wall of water rose from the river, covering the width of the entire river and 4 meters thick.

The aliens screeched in alarm but they had no way to stop their ships in time. Percy had figured that it would take at least 300 metres for those ships to stop in an emergency, they were traveling too fast to stop any quicker than that.

Percy had made the most of his water abilities and practiced using it as much as sword training. His abilities were now extraordinarily advanced and could do so much more complex things without merely relying on his instincts.

The aliens flew straight into the water wall, they passed through front of the wall like it was normal water, but once they reached the middle they got stuck and the water held them in place.

Once every single one of the ships was firmly lodged into the water wall, Percy dropped his hands and the water collapsed back into the river, dragging the aliens with it.

Percy felt slightly guilty about the mass killing he had just caused, 4 aliens had been on each ship, he just destroyed 150 aliens in one go.

He had no time to ponder it though, he went straight back into the fight.

As he was flying off the river back into the melee, Tony Stark whizzed past him yelling "Who the hell are you kid?"

Percy looked up at him, trying to think of something to say, but he was distracted by something else emerging from the hole in the sky.

Percy gulped at it.

It looked like a flying, metal, non acid spitting drakon covered in aliens.

A drakon was pretty big and Percy still remembered how terrifying the one in the Battle of Manhattan was. And he hadn't even done much to stop it, it had been Clarisse who took on the drakon.

This one could fly and boy, fly it did...straight into any buildings in its path.

Tony Stark muttered something like "Still believing." And shot off to follow the beast.

Percy could have wondered how that could possibly relate to their current situation or who he was talking to, but instead (curse his ADHD) his mind was drawn once again to the man he had seen flying in the red cape.

He was still curious so...

"To Stark Towers Blackjack." He muttered.

Tony flew down a street, launching missiles and blasts of power at alien ships as he went, cursing every time the guns caught him.

He watched as Natasha, Clint and Steve's jet approached, Natasha started giving him targets.

What took them so long? "What, did you stop for drive through?" He asked sarcastically.

He could literally feel Natasha rolling her eyes at him.

Tony started to give them targets in return. "Imma lay 'em up for you." He muttered.

He turned and into their direction and flew past the jet; it's guns came alive, blasting all the ships following him.

Now, without any aliens deliberately following him, he flew up to scan the area, cursing as he saw Loki shoot Cap and the Assassins out of the air.

He hovered above a large office block, trying to pinpoint where he was needed most.

His eyes came to rest on a strange sight.

A block or so away from where he was, a a large black shape with wings flew gracefully down the street.

He saw a flash if metal and Tony realised that it had a rider who was systematically killing a path through a swarm of aliens.

Tony frowned, there was someone helping them? He used his suit to zoom in on the spectacle.

His jaw dropped as he saw that the black shape was a horse.

A horse.

With wings.

A Pegasus.

Since when did they exist?

And the rider!

It was the messy black haired dude with a stoic reaction to people dying who Tony nearly fell on earlier.

He held a baseball bat that somehow seemed to decapitate the aliens ruthlessly and a huge circular dustbin lid as a shield.

It appeared to be causing plenty of damage, Tony made another mental note to keep a baseball bat handy in case of any further alien invasions.

Tony flew up in his direction, who the hell was he and how did he get a flying horse?

In chainmail?

The Pegasus was wearing metal chainmail! Like the medieval horses wore when charging into battle.

As Tony drew closer to the boy, he could see him watching Clint, Natasha and Steve climb out of the crashed S.H.I.E.L.D jet.

He wrinkled his nose, looking unimpressed, obviously deciding that they weren't worth looking at, and flew off.

Tony blinked and cursed loudly. "What the hell? How the fuck does that horse move so fast?"

He sped off after the Pegasus and the baseball guy.

"Tony..." Crackled Clint's voice over the comms. There was a pause.

"Yes?" Tony muttered, ducking under a large billboard, trying not to loose sight of the flying horse whilst blasting at nearby aliens.

"You feeling alright?" Clint said, slightly warily.

"Just peachy." Tony hissed as an alien ship flew into his back. He twirled around and used his repulsers in his hand to blast it away. "Why?"

There was another pause and Clint cursed loudly and then exclaimed. "Ha take that motherfucker!"

"You were asking oh so kindly about my welfare?" prompted Tony and he took a sharp turn to the left, almost crashing into the open window that was directly in his path by an alien ship thing.

"Mmhh... its just...correct me if- ah! fuck-correct me if I'm wrong...but did you-crap-just say...horse?" replied Clint.

After a brief dispute with Clint about the probability of a teenager on a pegasus helping them kill aliens with a baseball bat, Tony came to the Hudson River and 'screeched' to a halt midair.

His mouth fell open under his faceplate and he whispered "Sweet Jesus, JARVIS am I hallucinating?"

As far as I can tell sir, your pulse is regular, your sweat production is nothing out of the ordinary considering the amount of exercise you are currently partaking in, your head appears to have no less damage than usual and thus there is nothing to suggest you are hallucinating.

Tony wasn't really paying much attention to JARVIS to be perfectly honest, he was however, staring at the 4 meter thick wall of water rising out of the river. About 35 alien ships were hurtling towards said wall of water.

He could hear them trying to break or swerve away, but unfortunately, the ships didn't have great maneuverability and so smashed straight into the water...and were stuck.

He gasped as the wall suddenly collapsed and took all the alien ships with it back into the water. He flew towards the wreckage in the river and was astounded to find every one of the aliens dead.

He looked up to see the pegasus dude flying off to join the fight again.

Had he raised the water?

What the fuck dude.

"Who the hell are you kid?" he yelled as he sped past him.

The kid merely smiled and opened his mouth to reply and...froze. He stared up at the sky in disbelief and Tony followed his gaze to see an impossibility.

A huge flying ship snake thing the carried hordes of aliens. It was ma-hoosive.

Jesus fuck.

"Are you seeing this Stark?" crackled over the comms line.

He let out a huge breath and muttered, "Seeing, still working on believing."

He took off after the huge flying thing and all thought of baseball wielding teenagers flew from his mind as he saw the monster crash into a huge office block, no doubt killing people.

A/N: If anyone's curious as to why Tony can see Blackjack but not Percy's sword and shield, its because he is a legacy of Hephaestus and Athena, but his Godly blood is diluted enough that he can only large things through the Mist.

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