Alrighty folks. This is my newest story inspired by the stories of Percy becoming Tony. While obviously I'd LIKE to say it's original its not. I love the idea so I'm using it. Only thing thats original is the plot.

This is TomSphynxAva coming at you live from my bed room this Thanksgiving. Happy Turkey Day!

Did it hurt? More than anything. Did I cry? More than a man should. But I sucked it up and kept going with my life. I stopped caring about myself and sought to poison my liver with alcohol. I ended up growing a beard and looking more like my father. I wondered if anyone ever knew that under the alias of my grandfather's choosing that I had graduated MIT after entering at 15. I sat on the couch of my Malibu home my feet kicked up on the coffee table looking through the photo album my mother had given me sipping my scotch.

I tossed it down and walked over to the front door shirtless grabbing a tee shirt pulling it over my head so that the arc reactor was hidden under the fabric. I threw open my front door oly to find a few kids who looked scared out of their wits, disheveled, soaking and dead on their feet. I caught the orange of their shirts and pulled the first kid inside. "Get inside. Hide. NOW!" I grabbed the last one ushering the to the stairs as a huge shaped barreled into my yard. It was raining hard as I stepped outside. "Just like the first time we did this huh beef brains?" And like that first time I was once again swordless. He heard the doors and windows lock. "Thank you J.A.R.V.I.S." I muttered before launching myself over the stupid beat snapping one of his horns off again flipping back over him landing right in front of him as he charged for the house. His own horn embedded itself in his ribcage. "You never learn do you?"

I walked back into the house as he dissolved as entered completely dry. A small girl's face dropped as she saw me. "You're dry!" Another cried. "Holy Hades! You're Tony Stark!" I raised my hand before they could speak. "Most of you are injured. and I'm guessing you've come from the Sea of Monsters?" They all nodded. I went to my kitchen muttering. "J.A.R.V.I.S where did I put the godly foods?" ~In the refrigerator sir. second shelf at the far back. brown flask and the blue lidded tupperware.~ I grabbed both items and padded back into the living room to find that there were three half bloods and one satyr looking through the photo album. The children's heads snapped up. "You are a half blood Mr Stark?" I nodded and set the godly food down. "J.A.R.V.I.S get some pizza delivered." I looked at them and gave them a small smile. "You can rest here for the night. Tomorrow I'll take you back to long island." A boy with blonde hair and big green eyes looked at me. "Mr. Stark?" The kid couldn't be older than seven. "Yeah kiddo?"

He bit his lip and looked at one of the photographs. "This one hangs in Chiron's office. But...that's not you. How come you have it." I chuckled and stood pulling my contact case out of my pocket walking over to a window easily taking the hazel colored contacts out facing them with my sea- green eyes and my half smirk smile. "It is me kid. I'm just choosing to hide." I slipped the contacts back in as the doorbell rang. I paid the pizza guy and set the food down. "Eat up, get some rest." I grabbed the album from them and went to my room. "Jay make sure the Hermes kid doesn't get in here." ~Yes sir.~

The morning found me still awake prodding the half bloods awake. "Come on we have a long drive and a short time to get there." Once I had the four questers in the truck I decided to take them in. Within a day and a half and a few hundred annoying questions, stories and songs later I pulled into the driveway of the camp. "Can you drop us off at the big house?" I sighed and thunked my head on the steering wheel. "Fine. Damned demigods." I pulled up to the big house stepping out of the truck helping the satyr, Gimli, as I learned his name was, out of the truck. He scampered into the big house as I froze hearing those dred words. "Have you returned my boy?" I turned and looked at Chiron. "Perhaps for now Chiron. But I cannot stay." Chiron sadly smiled and held out that familiar ballpoint pen. "Please take this with you then P..Tony. Might I suggest relocating to the Tower?" I nodded and pointed over my shoulder at the truck. "I had my bags packed the moment the brats went to sleep." Chiron laughed shaking his head. "Ah my boy. You've grown wise in your days away." A soft voice that made me cringe. "Chiron who's this?" I sent him a look and he shrugged. "I'm Tony Stark miss. I picked up a group of hitchhikers and brought them here. Nice strawberries by the way." The blonde I had once given my heart to smiled and nodded. "It was nice meeting you Mr Stark." I nodded and got back in my truck cursing as I saw the campers edge closer as the sun rose higher. I pretended ignorance a backed down the driveway.

Who am I? I am Anthony Edward Stark Ironman. But I used to be Perseus Achilles Jackson, Hero of Olympus.