Hey, guys! This is just something I've had bouncing around in my head for a while and I really like this pairing. If anyone wants me to do more with it, leave a review or PM me or both. I'm open for ideas/requests. Oh, and if anyone is in need of a betareader, I just made my profile and I'm ready to hear what you've got in mind. Hope you like this and unfortunately, I own nothing in this story. All rights go to Marvel and the brilliant mind of Rick Riordan.

Oh, and one last thing, Natasha is younger in this story but like a year or two older than Percy.

You would think that after living the life I've had, finding about your new girlfriend's secret life/job wouldn't be much of a surprise. Sorry, let me start over from the beginning.

My name is Percy Jackson and I'm a demigod child of the Greek Olympian God Poseidon. I know, that sounds crazy, but it's true. Oddly enough, I've just told all of you this and I haven't even told this to my girlfriend yet.

Now some of you might be thinking, "wait, isn't your girlfriend a demigod named Annabeth?" Yeah, that didn't work out so well. It was mutual, we just lost the spark and ended things on equal terms. We're not as close as we used to be, but we're still friends and hang out when I visit camp every now and then.

As for my new girlfriend, it didn't take me four years to ask her out, let alone kiss her; more like a few cute meetings in an old fashioned coffee house in good old Manhattan. The place is great, old school leather seats and delicious coffee ground in one of those old hand cranked coffee grinders. You know, like the ones you find in antique stores but are always too rusty to use and you never know anyone who can fix 'em.

We met a few days after Christmas, I was sitting in my usual seat next to the window that had the fishnet design that gave me a great frosty view of the Empire State Building. Then all of a sudden, this beautiful redhead wearing a black coat and dark jeans with a hand knit gray beanie came up to me with a cup of coffee in her hand and a glare on her face.

"You're in my spot." she said, I looked up at her and saw that she had her curly hair in a ponytail draped over her right shoulder and eyes as green as mine.

Naturally, I gave her a playful response, "I don't see your name on it." I joked, she didn't laugh.

"You're in my spot. Move." she growled.

"Easy there, Dr. Cooper." I teased, "Just let me finish my coffee and you can have it."

"Really?" she asked.

"Nope, I just started to get comfortable…bazinga!" I shot back laughing. After saying this, I finally managed to get a smile out of her.

"Alright then." she huffed still smirking, she then pulled up a chair and began to sip her coffee. "Since you're gonna be a total jackass about it, I have no choice but to join you."

"My prayers have answered, Aλληλούια!" I cheered sarcastically. To clarify, that last word was Hallelujah in Greek.

"Ah, Greek, huh?" she asked with a sly smirk.

"Half, actually." I replied, suddenly, this girl was peaking my interests. Hopefully, I was peaking hers. "Percy Jackson." I introduced with an outstretched hand. She then shook it and gave me a beautiful smile showing her pearly white teeth.

"Natasha Romanoff."

About a week after I had met Nat (my nickname for her), I found myself in the same situation as before. "You're in my spot." she said to me, though this time she had a more welcoming expression.

"Now before we go through this again, do I need to be a total jackass to get you to join me or to I need to be something else?" I asked.

"Don't push it." she warned still smirking as she pulled up another chair.

"Right, sorry. So, since this is our second rendezvous here, why don't you tell me about yourself?" I asked hoping to get something out of her.

"Fine, but only because this is what people normally do on second rendezvouses." Nat teased before taking a sip. This woman. "But you have to start."

"Alright, alright. I'm a Greek Mythology teacher at a local middle school. I'm twenty-four. I help out at my old summer camp during the summer, naturally. Um, I've got a younger half-brother on my dad's side who as a bit of Down Syndrome." Okay, that last part's not true, but I couldn't exactly tell her that Tyson was a young and less mature than most cyclops now could I?

"I also have a younger step/half-sister on my mom's side. I have ADHD and dyslexia and I like to swim and fish in my free time."

"Fascinating." Natasha nodded.

"Alright then, what about you?" I asked playfully.

"Okay, I'm originally from Russia. I work as a secretary for Tony Stark and Pepper Potts at Stark Industries. I've been an orphan since I was a little girl, I don't accept pity for that, by the way." she warned to which I nodded, "Let's see…and in my free time I like to read and spend time with my best friend and his family when I get the chance."

"Huh, well, I can honestly say I sound like the more interesting person." I joked, Nat then leaned in and asked, "Spell interesting."

Okay, telling a little minx like her who loves to tease that I have dyslexia may not have been the best idea. "…Damn you." I muttered in defeat. Hearing this, she gave out the most angelic laugh I had ever heard.

Needless to say, we did this every chance we had. Soon enough, I plucked up the courage to ask her out, she teased me at first but said yes just as I thought she meant no. After that, we had another which led to us officially becoming boyfriend and girlfriend.

For a while, I felt guilty about keeping my "special secrets" from her. That is until I saw the news footage on the Chitauri attack on New York! Turns out Nat had a few secrets of her own.

So after the attack, I waited for her at our apartment (yes we're that serious), which is where I am now. I'm sitting here in my chair waiting for her to come home so I can finally tell her the truth. Given what she just went through and who she fought alongside with, it shouldn't be too much for her.

The sound of the tumblers turning on the door snapped me back into reality. Natasha walked in and gained a shocked look on her face once she saw me. "Uh, hi, honey." she nervously greeted, "I'm home."

"Sigh, Nat, please sit down." I sighed as I pointed to her usual chair.

"Baby, please, try to understand," she begged, "I didn't tell you for your protection." But I just held my hand up to stop her.

"I'm not mad at you because you lied and kept secrets from me." I said gently, "I am mad because you made me worry, though. And, uh, I have something I need to tell you."

"Oh, my god-you're breaking up with me?!" she asked as tears began to form in her eyes.

"No, but I've been keeping secrets from you too and given what you just went through, I think you'll be able to believe it more than I originally thought."

"Okay." she nodded whipping her tears, oh, did it kill me to see her cry.

"Do you remember when I told you about that camp I used to go to as a kid?"

"Yeah."

"Well…it's actually a Summer Camp…for demigods." I admitted.

"…What?" she asked flatly.

"Well, you know all those old Greek myths? They're real-the gods are real."

"Uh-huh." she responded slowly.

"And…I'm a demigod too."

"…Really?" She asked, "Um…whose your, um…ya know…?" she asked awkwardly.

"…The Olympian god of the seas and earthquakes, Poseidon." I replied afraid of her reaction.

"Anything thing else?" she asked and I just let the dam burst.

"Well, my half-brother Tyson…he's actually a cyclops and a general in our father's Cyclopes army. I have a pet Pegasus named Blackjack and a pet Hellhound that looks like a giant Newfoundland named Mrs. O Leary given to me by Daedalus himself. I've fought and killed the Minotaur, Medusa and her two sisters, one of the three Furies, the Cyclops Polyphemus, and a hydra that creates monster doughnut shops when killed.

'I've also fought the God of war Ares, the Titan Atlas, the Titan Hyperion, the Titan Lord Kronos, almost all of the giants, and the earth Goddess Gaia. I've been to the underworld several times, I went to Tartarus and seen him myself. Personally met all of the Olympian gods and only a few of them like or at the very least don't want to kill me.

"My best friend Grover is a satyr, my cousin Nico is from the 1940s and is still young from staying in a Vegas hotel version of the Lair of the Lotus Eaters and is a gay son of Hades. My other cousin Thalia is a daughter of Zeus who used to be a pine tree for seven years and is the Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis. The current Oracle of Delphi used to have a thing for me, my godson is half dryad half satyr whose first word was enchilada. My niece is half cyclops half harpy and my sixth grade Latin teacher who I thought was crippled turned out to be the trainer of heroes Chiron who happens to be a Centaur."

After I finished, Nat looked at me with an unreadable expression and asked, "Is that all?"

"…My first day at camp, I accidently used my water powers to blow up the bathrooms when the camp bully tried to "initiate" me." I added sheepishly.

"And this camp is…where?" she asked.

"On Long Island Sound. And Olympus is on the 500th floor of the Empire State Building." I threw in, obviously, I couldn't stop telling her all the details. For a moment, she said nothing, then she started laughing to the point where she was crying.

"Um, puddin'?" I asked just as she came over to me and snuggled up into my chest with a content smile on her face.

"I love you." she whispered. That was the first time she had ever said that to me, and she just said it after I said what could be considered the most insane thing ever said by someone in the state of New York. And that's saying something.

"I love you too." I replied as I put my arms around her still a bit confused. "So um, does this mean you'll tell me your sec-"

"Shh, snuggle time." she whispered as she put her finger on my lips. Seriously?! I just told this woman practically all the inane crap that's happened to me since I was twelve and she gives me nothing on her?!

Sigh, gods I love this woman, secrets and all.

Even if she is a stubborn twerp from time to time.