I twisted the pegs of the guitar, shifting the weight on my lap. I took a deep breath, singling loudly, and clearly into the mic. The sound echoed off the walls, captivating the audience. I could imagine the screaming, the cheering. After the music swam through the room, I came to the end of my song.

"That's good, Percy." Annabeth smiled at me, her gray eyes crinkling around the edges.

"Thanks, Annie." I replied, taking off the headphones, and getting up, setting the guitar in front of the wall. "Did you want to give it a go?"

Annabeth smiled lightly, playing with the buttons on the pin pad. "All right. I suppose it is a duet, after all."

"Well of course it is." I hummed. "We can't have just my singing on there. It's not any good without you."

She leaned in for a kiss as I sat in the seat beside her. She was wearing a white shirt with long sleeves, and a pair of plain white jeans. "Thank you, Seaweed Brain, but I still think you have an unfair advantage over me."

"No I don't." I scoffed. "Just because I am related to the sirens, that doesn't mean I get all of my skills from there."

"Of course not." She said. "But it definitely helps."

She got to her feet and walked through the door, where I had been sitting a moment before. She put on the earphones, clearing her throat before starting to sing. The words came through the media clearly, and I could tell she was putting her soul into it. I smiled as she stopped singing.

"That was beautiful, babe."

She took a swig of water before getting up and heading back over to the panel. She pushed a few more buttons before the tape of the recording came up. When both recordings mixed together they blended in a beautiful song, the melody's matching the pace and setting the scene for a cliché love song.

"I hate this song." I complained.

"So do I." She said. "But our manager seems to quite like us singing love songs."

"Mmm. Someday we'll get a real gig." I turned to look up at her, and she laughed a bit before reaching down for a kiss.

"I'd really like to know the definition of a 'real gig' to you, Percy. I think having millions of fans and sold out concerts for two years clarifies as a 'real gig'."

"Ah, well, perhaps world recognition?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Please. We all know you'd hate being globally famous." She scoffed.

"Got me there." I stood, grabbing my coat. "Coming?"

"Are we going back to the café?" She asked.

"Nah, I'm not in the mood for coffee right now." I said. "I was thinking about shwarma."

"Mm. All right, but this this once, okay?" She also grabbed her coat from off the chair.

"Sure thing. Next time we go out we can go to that other place you like."

Her gray eyes lit up with delight. "Okay, that's a deal."

I pulled on my jacket, grabbing her small hand in mine as we made our way out the door. It was snowing outside; there was something serene about how the white puffs swirled out of the sky, settling on the ground below us as we walked.

"Tourist." I heard Annabeth say.

I turned to meet her gaze. A man with a thick blue jacket had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, and was very busy taking pictures of them. I flashed a brilliant smile at the unknown man just as his camera flash went off. He seemed pleased with the picture, giving a small wave as he left.

"You know, there was at one point that I would've hunted that guy down just for trying to take pictures of us." Annabeth sighed happily. "I love this change, don't you?"

"Yeah." I said. "Being able to be out in the open without any fear. It's anyone's dream."

It had been eight years since the war with Gaea. In that time, Annabeth and I had decided to become singers. We both had already loved to sing, and with a little extra help, we had become one of the best duo singers in America. In the eight years since the war we hadn't had one monster attack, and while at first it was unsettling, we had become accustomed to not having to look over our shoulders constantly.

Eight years ago the gods had promised to leave us alone, and it seemed as if they intended to keep their promise. All of the gods, Zeus included, agreed that the two of us more than deserved to have some time off. We had saved the world on more then one occasion, and were more then happy to leave the lives they had led for over six years.

I blew out my breath, watching as it looked like a huge puff of smoke.

"You're still a big kid, aren't you?" Annabeth giggled.

"Of course." I replied. "I try to be childish."

"Sometimes I swear you do." She rolled her eyes. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I dunno…" I hesitated, as if trying to think about some major thing for her to do.

As we walked, I noticed several other people taking pictures of us as we went. I didn't pay them any attention, until we had reached the shwarma place. I pulled the door open for Annabeth, who stepped inside, rubbing her hands together to try and warm up from the cold.

Her cheeks were red from the cold, but otherwise she was fine. "How about next to the heater?" I suggested.

I turned to look at our usual spot, halfway surprised to see the table occupied by a large group of people. I recognized them instantly: The Avengers.

"Looks like its taken." She said, my observation of the group not going unnoticed to her. I knew that she also knew who they were, but decided not to bring any more attention to ourselves then we had to.

"Let's just head over by the window." I said, and we sat at a booth to the right.

"Can I take your order?" The waitress came over to us immediately. She had curly brown hair, paired with honey-colored dark eyes and a splash of freckles across her nose. "Hey, are you two from the band Pegasus?"

I smiled. "Yes, we are."

"I love your songs!" The waitress squealed.

"Always nice to meet a fan." Annabeth agreed. "But can we place our order now?"

"Oh! Of course." She said.

After giving her our order, she walked away, presumably to put it in. Annabeth's hands were in front of her on the table, and I reached one of my hands out to grab hers. I pulled her hand to my lips, placing a kiss upon the diamond ring sitting on her third finger.

She smiled again, and for a moment we stared into each other's eyes. Her startlingly gray eyes that had always captivated me from the day I had met her eleven years ago. The eyes that could send fear down an enemy's spine, or give off lust, or as they were right now, radiating with love. A stray blond hair had fallen in front of her face, and with my other hand I tucked it behind her ear.

"Hey." A voice said to my left.

I turned, pulling my hand away from Annabeth's face. A tall man stood there. He had short cropped brown hair with a fine-cropped goatee. I recognized him instantly as Tony Stark.

"Hey." I said cautiously.

"I saw you two sitting here and quite honestly, I had to come and tell you that I'm a huge fan." Tony said.

"Thank you." I said. "I didn't think you listened to a lot of music, Mr. Stark."

"I don't usually." He said. "But ever since the first concert you two played at I have been a fan."

Tony shuffled to the side as our dishes were brought out. I grabbed my fork and had began to eat, but I noticed that Tony was still there. "Did you want to take a picture together?" I asked him politely.

"Would you mind? I didn't want to ask." He pulled out a flashy cellphone and scotched beside me in the booth. I used the sleeve of my jacket to wipe my mouth as he pulled the camera up to our faces.

I flashed another brilliant smile as the camera flashed, and looked over to Annabeth. Her gray eyes were calculating the situation. Typical demigod reflexes.

"Thank you." Tony said again, putting the cellphone in the pocket of his suit.

I looked up as I heard footsteps again.

"Tony, would you quit bugging this lovely couple?" Steve Rogers said, a slight hint of annoyance across his young face.

"Take my card." Tony said, placing a small business card into my hand. "We'll catch lunch sometime, just the three of us. I'd love to get to know you two."

"Of course." I looked at the card in the palm of my hand.

Tony Stark

CEO of Stark Industries, Founder of the Avengers

Billionaire playboy philanthropist

Tony had gotten up from the booth and had returned to his table, along with Steve Rogers.

"That was weird." I said, eying Tony from afar.

"Yeah." Annabeth said. "You notice how he only talked to you? He completely ignored me."

"Yes. Most of the fans are all over you." I rolled my eyes.

She sighed. "Let me see the card."

I handed the card to her and began to eat the shwarma as fast as I could. I knew that even after all these years of being unchallenged, Annabeth still got nervous. I couldn't technically blame her, because I had been paranoid at the start too.

"Honey, you've got to eat." I told her gently. "Quit staring at the card."

"Percy, we need to go now." She said, her tone of voice catching me off guard.

"What? We just got here. Eat your shwarma, I promise it's not that bad."

"No. Percy look at the card." She handed it back to me, and I read it just as simply as before.

"It's a card, Annabeth." I said, confusion creeping into my voice.

"Take a good look at it. Look at the letters." She said quietly, lowering her voice.

"What?" I looked at the card again. "You're being paranoid."

I looked at the card. I wasn't having any trouble reading it. I hesitated. I focused my mind and read the card again before realizing what Annabeth saw that was so strange about the card.

The card was written in Ancient Greek.