A/N: Holy buckets this fic has been well received. Nearly 300 reviews for 2 chapters.

Yay me :)

19/07/2016: Quick edit - for some reason my line breaks didn't post

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 pouring out of it.

Warnings: Some OOC behaviour, major plot change, implied slash (stony if you squint really hard, it's not major)

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or the Avengers (sadly) and I don't really own much of this plotline either

Chapter 3: Steve

Steve was confused.

Not to say that wasn't unusual, in fact he was ashamed to say that he was almost permanently in a state of confusion around Tony. His abrupt mood swings and continual deliberately provocative behaviour coupled with the fact that he seemed to speak a different language entirely when Bruce was around ensured that Steve rarely knew what he was talking about.

However, Tony had nothing to do with the current situation.

At least...he thought he didn't. Steve frowned as he recalled Tony talking about a horse on the comm link. Actually, come to think of it, that was rather suspicious.

Frowning, Steve contemplated the scene, 'the scene' being a civilian teenager who had clearly climbed onto one of the Chitauri ships and had only a baseball bat to defend himself.

Despite appearing rather defenceless, said teenager appeared to being doing considerable damage to the aliens he encountered. Somehow his ship seemed much more maneuverable than the other ships. And was that a shield? Where did he get that from?

And suddenly the teenager was looking at him.

Percy stared in bemusement at the figure in the corner of his eye that literally was wearing just red, white and blue spandex. Surely the thin material wouldn't give you much protection? He supposed that was why the man had a shield. But he couldn't for the life of him work out why he only had a shield.

As Percy ducked another laser beam thing and thrust Riptide into yet another alien, his eyes locked onto the figure.

Of course, the man didn't seem defenceless. His hand to hand combat was very impressive, but against aliens with long range guns and flying ships, surely none of the would bother getting close to him, thus his close combat skills were pretty much useless...right?

Or not.

Damn these aliens were really dumb.

What even where they? Why were they here? Was this because of that Loki guy? Hmm maybe he should go and check on him, he wasn't exactly sure what Thor had done after he had left.

He probably should have stayed a bit longer and talked to Loki, but Thor was kinda freaking him out. Percy didn't really like all the 'hero worship' stuff.

He shuddered at the thought of the Norse Gods bowing to him and reciting his titles. He fervently hoped that he would never really meet any of the Norse Gods...wait hang on.

Percy cast his mind back to his brief encounter with...Carter. From what he could tell the Egyptians were unaware of the Greeks' existence. Why would the Norse be any different? He had never heard anything about treaties between pantheons-

Percy yelped as his momentary lapse in concentration caused him to miss an attack from above that flung him backwards off Blackjack. He rolled as hit the ground, breathing hard as he struggled for breath. Fighting off an alien, he pushed himself up to standing.

Holy Poseidon! Boss are you alright?

Percy glanced at the huge swarm of aliens that he had fallen into. He was in the middle of the road so there was no way he was climbing onto Blackjack without them attacking him too.

I'm fine, you keep going. Try and raise the alarm in Olympus or Camp Half-Blood or somewhere.

But Boss! I'm not leaving you-

I'm not getting out of here anytime soon and we really need reinforcements anyway.

Okay so going back to his earlier thoughts, either these aliens were really dumb...or they were really dumb, Percy thought as he noticed that barely any of the aliens surrounding him were using their laser gun things. Which, by the way, Percy was not complaining about. They really hurt.

Percy wasn't lying about the need for reinforcements though, whilst the aliens didn't seem to know fight, there were more of them than there were ants that one time that he accidently spilled milkshake and forgot about it for a few days. Gods, Paul had been so mad. On the leather sofa as well. This was why Paul didn't trust him with drinks any more.

Percy sighed, deflecting a laser whilst trying to steer him mind onto more useful waters. Namely finding reinforcements.

Wait that spandex dude from earlier. He was a mortal right...maybe? Anyway, maybe he'd be able to bring in the police or something.

Steve's mind raced, moving on from whatever he had just been thinking about as his body moved on autopilot: blocking and returning blows, ducking laser beams and scanning the area. The fight was spreading rapidly through the streets. It was all very well fighting for his life, but what about the civilians?

There must have been hundreds, maybe thousands of people on the street, defenceless. How could they protected?

"Hey! Stars and stripes!"

Steve blinked, cocking his head in confusion. Tony? Why would he be yelling and not using the comm link?

"Yo! Over here Mr. Star Spangled Banner!"

Okay that didn't sound much like Tony actually. The voice was way too young, he didn't think Tony had ever said 'Yo' in his life. Steve frowned, trying to dispel the confusing mental image of teenage Tony as a rapper and find the source of the voice.

"Hades are you deaf or something? Over here-"

The voice was cut off suddenly something and Steve turned sharply in time to see a huge blast as an underground water pipe spontaneously exploded. Hurriedly, he hauled himself onto the ledge of a building, thanking God that he had already cleared the street of people as he watched chitauri battered by the fast moving water.

"Now can you see me?"

Steve started as the faintly exasperated voice came from very close to his left.

He turned and came face to face with the random civilian teenager from earlier.

To be fair, Percy had not blown up the water pipe deliberately. He was in one of those rare moods of thoughtfulness where he realised the inconvenience and expense of blowing up water pipes (it may have something to do with the lecture he received after blowing up the toilets in Hermes Cabin - however Travis' face made it all worth it) and tried to avoid it out of the goodness of his own heart.

Pity it was all for naught, Percy thought sorrowfully as his gut twisted instinctively as the alien attacks got a little too close. It was he was distracted by trying to call Mr Spandex and so didn't suppress the feeling enough. Yup, entirely Mr. Land of Liberty's fault.

He bend his knees slightly, bracing himself in the second before the ground erupted from beneath him in a spectacular spray of water. He commanded it to carry him up onto a nearby ledge where he watched from his perch with a detached sort of interest at the devastating effects on the aliens.

Nice, It seemed quite effective. Note to self - be near water pipes in future alien invasions. Or bodies of water actually, they wouldn't cause such an expense and thus there would be no lecture. Win-win situation.

Percy caught a glimpse of blue to his right and smelt the distinctive smell of justice. Of course, Mr Lawful was conveniently very close to him. He capped Riptide and double tapped his shield to make it diminish.

"Now can you see me?"

The poor man looked so alarmed that he nearly fell off the roof. Honestly, this guy was in the middle of a fight why was he so easily spooked. Although, Percy admitted he usually wasn't a fixture in most alien invasions (at least, not as fair as he knew) so he could be forgiven for being surprised to see a teenager casually sitting on the ledge that he was on.

He floundered for a moment before giving Percy a brief nod that seemed more to centre himself than answer his question, but he'd take it anyway.

"Good, so, the thing is, we kind of need reinforcements."

Mr American Poster Boy's brows drew together after hearing Percy speak as if he was trying to find the hidden meaning behind the words. Percy rolled his eyes and tried not to scream with frustration. Gods, how slow were these people? Like, hello there is a life threatening battle happening here whilst you're just standing here 1) Yelling at your kicked puppy adopted brother 2) Looking into the depths of Percy's soul to try and find the omens in his words.

The somehow-still-perfectly-styled blonde hair bounced as Mr Awkward Adonis nodded decisively - the action conved much more confidence than his facial expression. "Right, reinforcements." He agreed slowly.

Was this how Annabeth felt whenever she was trying to deal with Percy's lack of brain cells? He really felt for her. Especially because when Jason was around their combined IQ seemed to halve. Annabeth didn't appreciate how lit their banter was. Speaking of Annabeth, he really needed to wrap this up soon if he didn't want to die.

"Hey, do you know the time?"

The blue eyes narrowed, before glancing down at his wrist. He then obviously realised that he was not wearing a watch and flushed slightly.

Percy watched in fascination as his next actions were to bring his hand up and...poke his ear? This dude had to be on some crazy drugs, thought Percy in amazement as he then proceeded to ask to the empty air in front of them.

"Come in. Can anyone tell me the time?"

How had this guy survived this battle so far?

Steve stared uncomprehendingly at the teenager sat unconcernedly next to him as water swirled below them, dragging chitauri along. How was he so calm? He absently twirled a ballpoint pen in one hand, there was no huge metal shield that Steve thought he saw him holding earlier.

It then occurred to him that the boy had asked him a question. Steve nodded uncertainly as he tried to recall what the question had been.

"Good, so, the thing is, we kind of need reinforcements." The boy looked up at him and Steve studied his face carefully. He was tanned in a way that could only be natural but if he looked closely he could see faint white traces that looked like...scars.

Steve swallowed hard. The boy, despite being clearly muscled under his clothes, was also thinner than one would expect. In addition, even though outwardly he appeared to be relaxed, his body was tense and ready to move in an instant.

He may be young but this clearly wasn't his first battle. Steve recognised a soldier when he saw one.

Forcefully his took his mind back to the question, nodding in answer. "Right, reinforcements." The boy was right, some form of reinforcements could turn the tables in their favour and give them a window to get the civilians to a safer place. But why did the boy think that Steve had reinforcements? If Steve had, he would have called upon them ages ago.

Randomly, the lad, who had rolled his eyes then asked "Hey, do you know the time?".

What does that have to do with anything? Steve narrowed his eyes. Was this a trick? Was he trying to distract him? Who was this boy?

Actually, come to think of it, it would be quite useful to know the time. He glanced at his wrist and cursed internally (and by cursed he means he said 'damn') - he'd taken his watch off before putting on the suit and forgotten to put it back on.

He flushed as he met the teenager's unimpressed stare. Dear God, he probably looked like an idiot.

Steve reached up to check that his earbud was still in place and then asked onto the comm link, "Come in. Can anyone tell me the time?"

He diverted his eyes away from the incredulous mildly concerned gaze of the youth in front of him. Did this boy seriously not know what he was doing? He thought spy type things were popular in the younger generation.

Capsicle! You're alive!

Mr Rogers, the time is currently 15:30 Eastern Daylight Time.

"Thank you JARVIS." Steve said, ignoring Tony's chatter. He then addressed the youth who was looking at him in no less confusion or incredulity, "It's 15:30."

The green eyed boy's apprehensive expression remained momentarily before it gave way to something akin to panic. "15:30! Only half an hour. Shit-"

"Language."

They both paused and the boy blinked several times whilst Steve felt his blush return with vengeance. Had he really just said that? Heavens above, he really had just said that. Please forget that and move on..

Steve coughed awkwardly and said gruffly "Reinforcements." Please forget that and move on. Please.

The boy seemed to be in an agreeable mood as after several moments of peering gingerly at Steve he responded. "Yeah. I was thinking it would be great to tell the police or something. They might be able to do something or at least help. Maybe. I don't know. It was just an idea."

The police! Of course, why hadn't Steve thought of that? "That's a good idea son. But why are you telling me and not calling them?"

The boy smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "You see I would, but I don't have a phone."

Steve did a double take. "You don't have a phone?"

He had been under the impression that every person in this age had a phone or communications device of some description. And from what he garnered from Tony, teenagers were especially attached to them. Dang it! Was Tony feeding him lies again?

"Nope. Nada. Zilch. Nothing." The boy huffed, Steve couldn't tell whether it was in annoyance or amusement though. "I'm very glad that we cleared that up. Now, the police?"

"Yeah, we should let them know." Steve wasn't sure how he was going to do that. He'd have to ask Tony to ask JARVIS on the comm link for where the police were.

The boy raised his eyebrows and then pinched the bridge of his nose. "So...are you going to call them?"

"Oh, no, I don't have a phone."

"You don't have a phone?" The boy parroted his earlier words back at him with an expression of mock horror and then sighed longsufferingly. "This conversation has been a train wreck from start to finish."

Percy couldn't help but wonder whether this man/epitome of excellence had any idea what was happening. As good as his fighting was, socially he just seemed confused.

The bewilderment was etched on his face. "You don't have a phone?"

"Nope. Nada. Zilch. Nothing." Percy huffed, he really needed to get to Olympus. He was supposed to be there half an hour ago, now there was only 30 minutes until Annabeth opened the area and Gods, if Percy wasn't there for that...he wouldn't be around - generally - much longer. "I'm very glad that we cleared that up. Now, the police?"

"Yeah, we should let them know,"

Genuinely, this man needed help. Did he not understand how a conversation worked? Had he not quite grasped the concept of talking? Percy had basically told him to call the police and he had done nothing. How does Annabeth deal with this all the time, Hades, it's exhausting. What would Annabeth do? (probably sigh resignedly and then give up) WHAT WOULD BATMAN DO? Sadly, shouting 'I'm Batman' would only escalate the confusion in the current situation and so wasn't that applicable.

Percy pinched the bridge of his nose. "So...are you going to call them?"

Mr Land of Opportunity had the gall to look amused at Percy's words. "Oh, no, I don't have a phone?"

Seriously what the Tartarus? "You don't have a phone?" He expects Percy to have a phone but doesn't posses one himself? He gave a sigh akin to one Chiron would give every time they found Nico and Will in a compromising situation or Leo blew up a cabin (weirdly, they were both a regular occurrence)."This conversation has been a train wreck from start to finish."

Percy just needed to move on with his life. He pushed himself to his feet, twisting his gut so that most of the water on the street subsided. "Right so whatever. If you do see the police around, tell them to get people off the streets. Maybe build a perimeter or something to contain the fight at like 39th street."

Percy paused, internally screaming as he saw the blank face in front of him. "Or don't. Do what you want. Live your own life."

He cast one last glance at the uncomprehending face of America's-finest-spandex-wearing-alien-fighter and dived into the water willing it to carry him away, glad to leave the most awkward and useless conversation he had ever had, behind.

Steve knew he should probably respond, the young man looked like he was going to explode with frustration. He had been given some very good advice - a perimeter of policemen would be their best hope at containing the fight. But this only further cemented the idea that the boy had fought before. He knew tactics too, he must have partaken in some form of war.

Steve couldn't get over this - how young was this boy? He didn't even look 18, surely he couldn't have fought in a war? Yet he clearly had. There were memories of pain written into his skin and he fought and thought in a way that only experience can teach you. No doubt his story was a tragic one.

"Or don't. Do what you want. Live your own life." With these careless words of enduring wisdom, Steve watched in horror as he promptly launched himself into the street.

"Son! That's not safe!"

But he was already gone.

Steve hoped he was okay and hadn't just killed himself.

A/N: I know that the next most popular choice was Natasha but it would make more sense to the plot for it to be Bruce (or Clint) next as Natasha essentially ends the fight.

And hypothetically speaking (purely hypothetical here), if another demigod was to join the fight...who would you want it to be?

Reviews

Ok so shout out to .me for the 100th review and SwordOfTheGods for the 200th review (do you even appreciate how long it took me to work that out?).

Also shoutouts to Silmarwen Losshelin, Username1576, jody black, Vitaliciouscreations (I read your entire review [several times actually] I love long reviews also)and Martuki7 for seriously fantabulous reviews that made me happy I had written this story.

Thanks also to people who answered my question (or tried) about the meaning of 'kitten' (the general consensus was that it means cute/awesome [or somewhere inbetween]).

Those people who showed the fic to their parents...wow. I'm not really sure how to take that I suppose I'm flattered that you think my writing is that good.

Q: Thor's behaviour…?

A: Yeah, sorry, Thor's a bit OOC but that's how I like to imagine him

Q: Is Thor a real God or an alien?

A: Thor is an alien, Percy will find this out and some point (and I can assure you his reaction will be great).

Q: Am I British?

A: Okay ngl I had no idea you could like tell from my writing style but yes, Calliope Kvansnir, I am British

Q: Does Tony have Godly blood?

A: Tony is a legacy as aforementioned of Athena and Hephaestus (but yes it is diluted)

Q: Why couldn't Tony see the shield as it is partly titanium?

A: That's...actually a very good question. The honest answer is that I didn't think of that and I may or may not need to rewrite that chapter...shhh

Q: Am I planning on having Percy and his friends meet other marvel characters like the Guardians of The Galaxy?

A: Definitely not in this fanfic, but if I can ever get myself together I might do a sequel with other sets of characters. This fic is still set during Avengers Assemble so War Machine, Falcon, Scarlet Witch and so and so forth will not be in this fic.

Q: Can a demigod watch TV?

A: Well, yes they could but I think it would attract monsters to them

Q: Wouldn't Norse Gods be more hostile towards Greek and Roman Gods?

A: Well, most would e. , but in my head, Thor would not.

Q: Will there be any more demigods joining the fight?

A: I can't tell you that! You'll just have to wait and see (apologies if you have to wait like...years for me to update)

Q: How many chapters will this fic be?

A: I can't give you a definite answer but most likely seven chapters (each avenger plus Loki) with an omake of the aftermath (if I'm feeling particularly inspired I may write another chapter but it's unlikely).

Q: Would Percy not be a God of heroes at this point, couldn't he be using a loophole to interact with demigods and stuff?

A: True I suppose but I probably won't explore that much in this fic (key word: probably)

Q: Doesn't Percy have ADD not ADHD, meaning that he cannot sit still not that he can't focus?

A: Yup you are completely right but I feel like it would just be Percy's personality to think like that. Ok maybe him thinking about sneaking Blackjack into a movie theater in the middle of a war zone is a bit much, I conceed, but I do feel that Percy would get easily distracted.

Q: Have I already planned the basic plot?

A: Yes but honestly this fic is not much plot, more *Percy, meet the Avengers, Avengers, meet Percy*.

Q: Can Celestial Bronze cut the Hulk?

A: Ooh tricky question. I'll address that when I write Bruce's chapter (hopefully I'll have an answer by then XD)

Q: Will S.H.I.E.L.D find out about the existence of demigods really easily?

A: Nope, I'm not gonna make it easy for S.H.I.E.L.D. They may notice some discrepancies but they definitely won't find anything very concrete unless one of the demigods is feeling rather forthcoming.

Q: Wouldn't Percy be older than 17 by this point?

A: Hmm...most likely...shhhh

That was a lot of Q&As *There wouldn't be so many if you updated more than once a year* shhhh, my conscience needs to shut up.

Anyhow, thanks for your time.

Reviews are always appreciated (although no flames please).

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