Chapter 13

Percy P.O.V

It had been about two months since I took my vacation.

It was nice to be back in work, visiting Peter and May, while also bothering Dad and Coulson.

Also getting to all the bad guys before they could do anything worse.

I liked it that way.

Currently I was heading to a little cafe in downtown NYC called Joe. I haven't been to the place before, and I only found out about it when I was spying on Peter.

Anyway.

I had my usual outfit on. The black suit with my silver mirrored sunglasses.

I continued down the sidewalk, weaving in and put of tourist and food carts resting on street corners.

I smiled it wasn't often I got to take a nice walk through my home city. I always had a sence over bewitchment walking through the 'Big Apple' as people called it.

I passed a zillion people just on one street. Which one could it be?

The food truck cook, the man giving out free hugs, the man in the alley selling weed, or even the woman in the taxi driving away.

Who knew, anyway?

I continued on, thoughts sneaking around in my head as usual. I was never able to really concentrate on one.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around, it was a teenage girl with a bunch of her giggling friends behind her.

She looked up at me through her eyelashes while I took my sunglasses off and put them on top of my head, nestled in my hair.

She was nervously biting her lip and playing with the ends of her two french braids flowing from her head.

"Um hi, sorry to bother you, but can I have your number?" She asked uncertainly, taking a step back in nervousness.

I smiled at her, she didn't look or act like the snobby kids giggling behind her.

She blushed and smiled nervously.

I leaned down to her ear making her jump a little,"Did those kids behind you, dare you to ask for my number?"

She blushed a darker shade of red, matching her Spiderman shirt, then nodded slowly.

My smiled widely, getting a great idea.

"Who would you like to meet in all the world?"

Her eyes widened slightly and she said really quietly, standing on her tippy toes to reach a little bit below my ear and whispered, "Spiderman."

I smiled. Maybe she would help get Peter over Gwen. I don't think she would want him to still be so sad, after so long.

"I'll get you a meeting with Spiderman. I'm going to give you my number, but you can only call me once, then you have to forget about that number and rip the paper to shreds. Ok?"

She nodded super excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

I quickly wrote down my work number and folded the paper into an origami.

I gave the paper origami to her and she did a little squeal. She held the piece of paper like it was a baby turtle, cradling it in both of her hands.

I turned to leave but then she gasped," Wait! How will I get a ride and stuff? I most likely won't be able to get away from my class group. We're only visiting." She said biting her lip nervously.

Well, that idea for Peter went out the window.

"Where are you visiting from? Also what's your name?"

"We are from So Cal, and I'm Cyerra Martin."

"All the way from Cali? Wow. What hotel are you in?"

"Actually," she paused," Were staying on an empty floor in the Empire State building."

I raised my eyebrows,"Now way. Really?"

She just nodded excitedly. "Ok then, he'll find you,don't worry. Now I have to get to work, ok?"

She nodded and then hugged me out of nowhere. "You have no idea how excited I am, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

She leaned up, while also having to do a little jump,and kissed my cheek and ran back to the group, pushing through them and ran away from my view.

I put my hand where she kissed my cheek. It felt so warm. Tingly.

I put my sunglasses down and continued walking towards the Joe cafe, as if I never even delt with this.

I opened the door and waited for the frail old lady to walk out. She looked up at me fearfully but I just put a warm smile on my face. She relaxed and before she fully left she had to pinch my cheeks.

Why do old people always do that?

I just smiled at her, 'cause I'm a nice person.

Most of the time.

Hours passed and I just relaxed in one of the booths near the back doors.

I ordered a blueberry smoothie and a double bacon boy burger, waiting around for my objective.

He came down the street. He is a taller man wearing a Back To The Future shirt while also wearing blue jeans,sunglasses, and a World War ll veterans hat.

He walked into Joe's and went into the middle of the cafe, sitting at my one o'clock; deciding to sit at one of the low table tops.

I pulled out my S.H.I.E.L.D cellphone and dialed up the number sent by HQ.

The man's cellphone went off, startling him, making him look wildly around the room before locating the ringing device in his front pocket.

After a while of fiddling with the phone he managed to answer.

"Hello?" He questioned, leaning forward on the wooden table.

"Hello Agent Rogers. If you will please look to your eight o'clock," while the man, Agent Rogers, turned to face his eight o'clock, " I need to ask you some questions."

After saying that I was 'Agent Johnson' he ordered his food and we ate silently. All the while Agent Rogers watched me with a trained eye.

I leaned forward, " Do not worry, I am an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Just be careful of the future. Yes?"

He nodded slowly, "Thanks Cap. I'll see you next time."

His mouth opened, but I was already out the door, all the while smirking to my self.

"Till next time Cap, till next time." I said softly.

He was kind of my first superhero to have learned about and to idolize, after my time in the coma.

Otherwise I didn't know who the hell superheroes were.

Yeah I know. I need help, I really do.

Peter Parker aka the Amazing Spiderman swung across the dark sky, the sticky webbing hitting the targets of tall sky scrapers as he went to his objective, all the while the city's twinkling lights, and car horns sounded throughout the air.

His objective: the Empire State building.

Going to the about 40th floor of the 102 story building, he stuck himself to the building, somehow being able to stay on the vertical climb of the building.

He took both of his hands off the building, grabbing webbing and manipulating the sticky string into letters.

The letters read: Cyerra. Knows how to party. California knows how to party, in the city, in the city.

It was early morning, with the citizens of New York looking up at the sky.

The girl Cyerra cried.

OK GUYS IM SO SORRY FOR NOT Updating IN FOREVER. RIGHT NOW IM GOING TO BOSTON AND NEW YORK SO YEAH.

By the way I used my own name cause kidding know who else to put so yeah.

IM GOING TO SEE MAGNUS CHASE AND PERCY JACKSON IM SO FUCKING EXCITED

Byeeee guys