So I know that a lot of you already read and finished this story. But after FORVER I finally edited the heck outta this thing (and it still needs more editing, I know, I know). But when i was fixing the last chapter I remembered how much I hated the way I ended it. SO! I fixed the ending a bit. hope you guys like it!

Capture the Flag Gets Stepped Up a Few Notches, and We Get a New Staff Member (and we hope this one doesn't have an ulterior motive):

"Percy, are you sure this is a good idea?" Annabeth asks as I strap on my armor.
"Sure, why not?" I answer with a grin. "It'll be fun!" Annabeth just shook her head and sighed.
After my 'showdown' with Mr. "too awesome for one cabin', we went to Chiron and gave him my idea. A huge, blowout, capture the flag game, with the entire camp vs. the Avengers. Originally, we wanted to split up the camp and the Avengers, but they would just spend all their time fighting each other, and that would be no fun at all.
So here we were, 150 or so campers, versus one super soldier, two gods, two accomplished assassins, and one demigod with an ego problem. The big, green, and scary doctor decided to abstain, for obvious reasons. He was acting as battle side medic, along with Chiron. I think he was a bit relieved not to have to morph into 'the other guy' as Dr. Banner called him.
"Heroes, and, ummm, Avengers. Gather round!" Chiron called. "These are the rules. You may not spill blood. You may use magical items, but please, Thor, refrain from injuring anyone too much with your hammer. If any rules are broken, I'm sure our camp director will find a suitable punishment for you, mortal, half-blood, or immortal. Dr. Banner and I will be acting as medics. The winners will have bragging rights on this planet, and on all others. I believe that is enough of a prize. Heroes, this is additional training for you. We will be dealing with things we have never dealt with before more and more often in the coming months. Avengers," Chiron paused, and then shrugged, "have fun." And with that, he left us to set up our battle stations.

Before the game, me, Annabeth, and all the other senior counselors had made extensive plans. It was strange, all of us being on the same team for capture the flag, but it was good having a variety of strengths to play on.
We had placed Will and his Apollo brothers in the trees. They were our eyes in the sky, and were instructed to shoot down anyone they could. Apparently, celestial bronze could hurt the Norse gods too. The Demeter cabin was in the trees with them, ready to bend nature to their will.
We posted all of Hermes cabin right on our border, acting as a human shield against anyone who tried to break through. They stood with the Hephaestus cabin, who had layed out traps of Greek fire and carefully hidden pits, in case any of the members of the opposing team made it through our border.
The Athena cabin was on inner defense. We knew that no matter how strong our outer wall was, someone would make it through. They spread out, covering our entire ground, with their main base where we his the flag.

The Ares cabin and everyone else was on offense. Their job was to barge into the other team's territory, and attack anyone they saw. When I had given Clarisse her orders, she looked excited. She couldn't wait to have revenge on the people who had hijacked her battle.
Annabeth, Nico, the Stoll brothers, and Butch, the head of Iris cabin, and I had a seperate mission. Our sole job was to find the flag, and attack anyone who got in our way.
I thought it was a pretty good setup. I didn't know how much space 5 people could cover. I constantly had to remind myself that it wasn't just 5 random people; it was two gods, a superhuman, a Camp Half-blood trained demigod, and two trained assasins. But still. I was feeling pretty confident.

I was standing at the border with Annabeth when the conch horn blew. Annabeth reached for her invisibility cap.
"Good luck, seaweed brain." She said, giving me a peck on the check.
I grinned. "You too, wise girl." She pulled on her hat. I raised my sword and got ready to charge. And then all Hades broke loose.

I had already run deep into the other team territory, to far to see what was happening at the border, but later on, the Hermes cabin told me that about twenty or so Loki duplicates appeared in front of them, and attacked. Many of the clones went down from the Greek fire, and some other fell into the pits, making them easy targets, and they apparently weren't that good fighters. But somewhere in the mix was the real Loki, and he was like a machine. He kept on appearing and disappearing, never staying in one spot for too long. Any time someone got close enough to do some actual damage, he would vanish, and then reappear with a huge grin on his face. It drove them all half mad.

The Apollo and Demeter cabins didn't fair well either. In the middle of all the chaos, the archer guy slipped through the border, and began shooting the demigods off their trees. Stark was flying overhead, sawing off branches with campers in them, and scouting for the flag. Thankfully, we had prepared for this, and placed it somewhere that was visible, but not from up high.

Back on the Avengers ground, our offense team was met by Thor and the Russian assassin. Between the two of them, they knocked out about half of the Ares cabin, and most of the other cabins. I tried to intervene on a few of the fights, but there wasn't really much I could do. At one point, I saw Thor and Clarisse locked in an electricity battle with Clarisse's spear, and Thor's hammer, Meowern, or something like that. I decided to stay out of it, and let them battle it out.

After a while of running, I came to the stream that runs through the forest. I grinned upon seeing it. While it was the place of my absolute humiliation in my first game of capture the flag, (thanks, Clarisse) it was also the place where my dad claimed it. Ah, happy memories. I trudged along for a little while longer, feeling almost bored. I hadn't seen many of my other teammates in a wile. Some had most likely gotten stuck in the traps that I had avoided, but it still seemed eerily quite.

Suddenly, I looked up, and saw the flag. It was hanging on one of the lower branches of a tree only a couple of feet away. But where was the person defending it? I reached out for the flag, and immediately, got hit over the head and knocked down to the ground by something heavy. I groaned and peeled my face of the forest floor. I stared up at a tall man dresses in red, white in blue, shield in hand. Of course they put the captain here. He had the best defense against our swords. I mentally sighed. This was not going to be easy.
I jumped off the ground and picked up Riptide from where it had fallen.
"Ready for a rematch, Captain?" I asked.
He grinned. "Always." And then he struck.
Someone, presumably Stark, had gotten the man a Celestial bronze sword, which he handled with surprising grace.
"Have you ever fought with one of these before?" I asked, between strikes, my breath short. Gods, this man was good, and I was getting tired.
"Nope." The super soldier answered, slipping in a slash towards my upper arm. I knocked the sword away, trying to disarm him, but his grip on his sword was firm. "I never even thought of using a sword before today, when Stark brought me one. He said that everyone on the team had to have weapons made from this metal. He made Hawkeye cover his precious arrows with the stuff, and all of Natasha's bullets are covered in the stuff, too."
I winced. Not out of pain, but from the surprise that all of the campers no doubt had when they got hit by one of the arrows or bullets.
We continued fighting for a few minutes in silence, each one of us barely landing a blow on the other.
"So Stark is the leader of your dysfunctional band of misfits?" I asked, breaking the silence.
Rogers shrugged, and blocked one of my blows with his shield. "Not normally. But in this particular incident, he's in his comfort zone, and all of us are dealing with stuff we never new existed." He thought for a minute. "Actually, most of the time we're dealing with stuff that I never knew existed until a few months ago."
I snorted. "That how I felt. I was twelve, and suddenly was introduced to a whole new world where I wasn't supposed to be born, and had to rescue a lightning bolt from the Lord of the Dead himself before my uncle started World War III."
The captain gave me a quizzical look. "Is it always like that around here?"
"What? Crazy?" he nodded.
"Uhhh, yeah, pretty much." I said. "But you get used to it."
"So what about you?" he asked. "Are you the leader?"
"Nah, I'm not smart enough." I answered. "I leave that to my girlfriend."
"Who?" Rogers asked, but before I could answer, I heard a clang, and he fell unconscious at my feet. I grinned. "Thanks. I was getting a bit tired."
Annabeth removed her hat. "No problem, Seaweed Brain. Now lets grab this flag and get out of here!" And so we ran.
Needless to say, despite everything, we won. I couldn't help but grin as I heard the god of thunder lament, "We have been defeated by a band of Midguardan children!"
I couldn't help but laugh. It probably would seem pretty pathetic for him, back home, when they heard that he lost. His brother didn't seem to mind, though. I saw him in the infirmary helping heal some of the wounded campers, and much to his embarrassment, Hawkeye. He apparently had been ambushed by a daughter of Aphrodite who had stayed back in the trees he had almost reached the flag. I don't know what she did to him, but since he couldn't have nectar or ambrosia, he was stuck in the infirmary for the next six hours. It was pretty hilarious.
I didn't stay around that long to celebrate, though. After the long game, and my fight with the Captain, I was done for the night. I had forgotten how much sleep I needed after a battle like this. I headed back to my cabin soon after the victory, hoping to catch a good night of dreamless sleep.
Unfortunately, just as I was drifting off, my privacy was invaded. I sat up in my bed, annoyed.
"What are you doing here, Stark?" I asked in an irritated voice. "I need sleep."
"Oh, I'm just here to offer you congratulations." Stark answered in a hearty tone.
I narrowed my eyes. "No, you're not. What do you want?"
He sighed. "So jaded. But seriously, I'm just here to apologize."
I mock gasped. "Apologize? The great Tony Stark is apologizing?"
"Hey, this is a once in a lifetime thing, Jackson." He growled. "Don't waste of it. You might want to record this, byt the way, because some day, this will be worth millions." He took a deep breath.

"I, Tony Stark, apologize to you, for A. trying to kill you B. trying to act like I understood what I missed in the Battle for Manhattan and what would have happened if I was there and not in some cave in Afghanistan in a cave, under armed guard, fighting for my life," I glared at him, and he continued on. "and C. for not giving you the respect you deserve. You have truly earned the title hero."
I stared at him for a minute. "Wow. That was almost sincere and slightly touching. Now, who from the Hermes cabin were you stupid enough to play dare poker with?"
Stark smirked. "I haven't been away from camp that long. But apparently, Gramps and Gran weren't to appreciative of the fact that I went AWOL either, so I've been ordered, errr, asked, to help out here on weekends, when I'm not busy, you know, saving the world."
I stared at him. "They're making you teach?"
Stark nodded, though he didn't look too happy about it. "And some of the others from the team said they might stop by from time to time, help train you guys and whatever. I think the Capsicle seemed particularly excited that he's even going to be allowed back. He seems to like you guys, for reasons that I cannot possibly fathom. You're all just bunches of sniveling brats."
I raised an eyebrow. "You sound like Mr. D."
Stark turned pale. "Oh gods, I do." He injected a look of mock terror into his eyes. "I've been here too long already!"
"Well, you might as well get used to us, seeing as you're going to be here pretty often." I paused for a moment. "I would welcome you, but I think 'Welcome home' is a bit more appropriate."
Stark got an almost far away look in his eyes then. "Yeah," he whispered softly. "Home."