It took three months for general repairs to be completed city wide in LA. Two for the media to stop reporting stories on it. A month for the hate mail and pointless lawsuits to stop coming in from business owners. Life returned to normal. Or as normal as it could get. Percy supposed a wedding was the epitome of normal.

The venue was beautiful, and Percy knew he shouldn't have expected any less from Annabeth, after all, she did aim to do things better than the gods. The reception was in an old warehouse, renovated into a function hall by the bride herself. Colum's of marble decorated the wall periodically; paintings littered the roof depicting Eros and Aphrodite, the epitome of love. The floor was hardwood, and resting on it were tables filled with guests invited by the happy couple.

Percy had been seated at a table close to the main table of the couple and family. Close enough to see the way Thalia would beam at her best friend, and the way Annabeth would nuzzle into her husband's neck, smiling as if she had just received the best gift in the world. For once Percy let himself smile at Annabeth's happiness. He hadn't been able to make it in time for the wedding itself, but he had somehow managed to arrive in time for the reception. Darcy was waiting for him, as usual, sitting at the table, already happily having a conversation with Travis, who had been placed at the table also.

"It's a wedding, not the Oscars," Connor had commented as Percy sat down at the table.

The spy touched his grey tie as if uncomfortable with it. He had worn his best suit, created by some designer he couldn't remember, because the others all had various singes and holes. Kissing Darcy on the cheek he smiled at her before responding to Connor.

"Only one available at the time," Percy replied as he politely offered his hand to the twins respective wives.

"You have more than one?" Travis' wife elbowed her husband, "it's hard enough to get this one to contemplate wearing one."

Grabbing a champagne flute off a passing waiter, he turned to Darcy, who was watching him with keen kind eyes. Offering her a lopsided smile he couldn't help but feel a bit lighter.

"Why were you late?" Darcy questioned him.

"Got a bit held up down at Stark Industries," Percy rubbed her arm, "nothing to worry about."

As the night carried on the mood began to grow happier. After the meal the bride and groom began making their way around tables as everyone else began to mingle. Percy stayed at the table with Darcy, who seemed content on sitting and observing, while Percy rubbed circle on her hand with his thumb.

"I'm so glad you could make it," Annabeth appeared at their table, a little out of breath, holding a fizzy flute, her husband close at her side, "I didn't see you at the ceremony."

Percy stood up, Darcy following, and answered happily, "got held up at work," he shrugged before sticking out a hand, "you must to Harry."

"Indeed I am," Annabeth's new husband was about Percy's height, with sandy blonde hair, vivid blue eyes, and a strong but understated appearance. He looked like a Californian beach boy. He matched Annabeth's look perfectly, "and you must be Percy, I've heard a lot about you."

Plastering on a smile, Percy replied; "I'm sure you have," releasing the man's hand he wrapped his arm around Darcy's waist, "this is my girlfriend, Darcy Lewis."

"Nice to meet you," Annabeth beamed, "do you work with Percy?"

"No, we met through friends," Darcy smiled a little bit as she said it, "congratulations, by the way."

"Thank you," Harry smiled brightly and wrapped an arm around Annabeth's waist.

"I'm just going to duck to the ladies room," Annabeth broke away, "I won't be a moment."

"Do you mind if I go with you?" Darcy questioned.

"No problem. You can tell me more about how you met Percy on the way," Annabeth smiled warmly and lead Darcy away.

A silence remained between the two men as they stood next to the table. Percy sipped his wine and watched as Travis and Connor chatted with Malcolm a couple of tables away. The room was filled with Demigods. Percy could even see Chiron up at the head table next to Annabeth's father.

"So, SHIELD?" Harry questioned as he stuck one hand in his pocket, "that's a pretty important gig."

Percy did a re-evaluation of Harry. He looked normal enough. His suit shirt was a bit big though, Annabeth wouldn't have allowed that unless it was for a reason. A weapon perhaps?

"What are you? CIA? FBI?" Percy questioned conversationally.

"CIA," Harry smiled a little bit, "looked up your name. Fairly classified in the database. Couldn't even get a date of birth."

"I don't like surprise parties," Percy joked lightly, "happy to meet a fellow agent."

"Same here," Harry's smile seemed genuine, "we should catch up for drinks sometimes. Share national secrets."

"I might be able to schedule it in," the son of Poseidon laughed, "but you never know when you'll be called to duty."

"Tell me about it," Harry chuckled, "they wanted me to work today, even though I scheduled it off six months in advance!"

Percy talked with Harry until Annabeth and Darcy returned. They offered their goodbyes before going off to start the first dance of the night. Slow music began to play through the speakers and the married couple danced beneath the lights. Slowly others began to dance and Percy lead Darcy to the dance floor.

Placing a hand on her waist he pulled her close.

"Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" She questioned as she leant against him.

Percy nearly blushed as he let go of her waist and moved his gun further around the waistband of his pants.

"You're adorable when you're embarrassed," Darcy chuckled lightly as they began to dance again.

"And you're the only one who can make me embarrassed," Percy pulled her closer, "a wonderful gift you have, Miss Lewis."

"And I'm very proud of it, Agent Jackson," Darcy laughed lightly a smile gracing her face, "where would I be without you?"

"Probably in a dusty studio in New Mexico," Percy swayed in time with the music.

"Sadly its true," the brunette gazed up at him, "if it weren't for a brave man in a suit I would be slaving over research papers right now."

"You're welcome," Percy said affectionately as he kissed her lightly.

"I hope this never ends," Darcy whispered so softly that Percy nearly didn't catch it.

"Me too," was all he managed to say.

Tada! Finished! I left some parts open for a sequel if I feel like doing one.