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Chapter Xviii – Finalem rem

Warning: this chapter is definitely rated T.

Quick note- last night I may or may not have been visited by three ghosts who demanded that I change my ways, so I decided that it was high time I got my butt in gear and cranked this out. Enjoy! This chapter is liable to be a bit different from the rest. Hope you like it!

-ψ—

"So if you want to catch a break," Tony slurred, pouring himself another shot, "I could take you downstairs and show you my suits." He paused. "Of course, that's not the only thing I've got downstairs." The billionaire winked suggestively, seemingly forgetting his happy relationship with a certain Ms. Potts as he chatted up the sole female Avenger in his drunken stupor.

Natasha Romanova smiled icily and accepted the drink from Tony, who in turn poured himself another shot of whisky, a triumphant smirk plastered across his flushed face. The assassin grimaced. Tony Stark really was one of her least favorite people, and had this been any regular occasion she would have walked away in disgust at his antics. Not that she would show her disgust, of course. Nothing passed through the Black Widow's immaculate mask and she preferred it that way. As it were, she had already mostly tuned the play boy out, instead allowing her attention to wander across the room to the insufferable man's nephew.

The boy was an enigma. Not the first thing that would come to mind looking at him, for his outward appearance was relatively normal, albeit handsome. He presented a laid-back attitude, an easy, if lopsided and disarmingly charming smile, and he dressed casually. Overall, he wasn't so different from any other teenage boy with admittedly good genetics. And to the regular person he would appear just that- slightly more handsome than was normal perhaps, but nothing to suggest that he lead a life outside the ordinary. However, Natalia Romanova was not an average person. She was far from being normal, in fact. Since childhood, she had devoted her life to becoming extraordinary, and as such she noticed things. Little quirks, like the way the boy's eyes constantly flitted around the room. Like the scar and taught muscles that peeked out from the hem of his shirt when he stretched, and the way he constantly fiddled with the golden ball point pen in his pocket.

Natasha's eyes narrowed as Perseus 'Percy' Jackson left the room after conversing with Steve Rodgers. It wasn't the action itself that drew the Spy's attention, but rather the shifty attitude that accompanied it. She'd been keeping an eye on the boy even before her boss, Nick Fury, had ordered her to "Find out everything she could about him." Finally excusing herself from Tony Stark's company, the formerly Russian spy discreetly tailed the boy as he left the room.

-ψ-

Percy headed down the debris littered hallway of the 65th floor*, and upon reaching the end descended the flight of stairs there because the elevators still weren't functional in lieu of the attack. Natasha tailed him sticking far enough away to remain inconspicuous but close enough to observe any of Percy's more minute actions. Noting a miniscule shift in her 'target's' musculature, Natasha ducked into a doorframe mere second before Percy cast a wary glance over his shoulder. Her suspicion growing, the super spy analyzed the situation. She didn't want to believe that Percy was potentially a threat, and deep down she didn't, but for years she had been forced to accept the brutal reality that the biggest threats came from within.

They were a floor down, which while perhaps a bit out of the way was the nearest such room left relatively undamaged in the 'kerfuffle' with Loki. Either Percy had an honest reason to want to use the rest room, or he was looking for a place to do something else that required he be away from others. While to the common person the first scenario may seem more likely, in her gut Natasha knew better. She had been in the game for far too long, and she knew when a person was hiding something. The door clicked closed behind Percy, and she made her move, slinking down the hallway until she reached the door and cautiously pressed her ear to it.

Natasha made out the sounds of a person's feet shuffling on the linoleum floor on the other side of the door, and then the soft squeak of faucet handles as, judging by time it took the water pouring out to hit tile, the shower turned on. From there, even to Natasha's enhanced ears, the sounds made inside the bath room became harder to discern. It dawned on the spy then, and she cursed, more sure now than ever that Percy was hiding something. It was ingenious- the boy was using the sounds of the falling water to muffle his conversation. And effective. Even with her enhanced hearing, Natasha had to strain to hear any of the words passed between speakers. And what she did hear left her oddly baffled. With what she had pieced together, Natasha discerned that Percy was talking to another boy, probably around his own age. "Rainbow…. Offering….. Nick.. Percy! …. Discussing you… Capsicle… tell them?... No way!... No faith…" the spy frowned. For the first time in a long time, she really had nothing to run with to say Percy was flat out malicious. The water clicked off, and Natasha slipped away unnoticed by Percy, who emerged moments later. Returning to the bar, the spy decided that she would wait this one out, biding her time- for now.

-(Percy)-

Nico was incredibly excited. His obsidian eyes, usually rather macabre and somber, now glowed with an inner light that I hadn't seen in ages. In that moment it wasn't hard to imagine him as the naïve Mythomagic playing, not-yet monster slaying 12 year old Thalia Annabeth and I had retrieved from Westover hall all those years ago. Unable to contain his excitement, my cousin looked around and asked, "Where is he?!" I cracked a grin. It had been a while since I'd seen him anywhere close to this enthusiastic about something, or rather someone. "Upstairs. Come on, let's not keep the good Captain waiting. I hope you brought some paper and a pen."

Nico covered his squeal of delight with an unconvincing cough, and followed me up the stairs to the pent house. (Or what remained of it.)

Before we entered, I stopped. "Okay. So here's the thing- before I left, Tony had already had more than one too many 'beers.' I wouldn't be all that surprised if he's passed out in some corner right now, but in case he isn't, I'll warn you now- he's not as good at stomaching alcohol as he claims. So if he vomits all over your shoes, or the carpet.." I trailed off, letting what I had said begin to sink in, "or actually, if he does anything embarrassing at all… Take lots of pictures so we can blackmail him later. Pepper really hates it when he gets like this. Okay? " I asked.

Nico nodded, smirking. "Alright."

I grinned, and opened the door, leading my cousin inside. As I had expected, Tony was passed out on the floor behind the bar with only his feet visible from my angle. "Called it."

Nico snickered, and then froze, having caught sight of his long time idol. I gave his shoulder a clap and almost shoved him forward.

"Steve, this is my cousin, Nick." I introduced Nico, pointedly exaggerating his alias. Captain America smiled his 'all American smile,' and I had to resort to biting my tongue to keep from outright laughing at the look of pure awe and hero worship that crossed my younger cousins face.

"It's nice to meet you. Percy speaks highly of you." Steve extended his hand to my cousin, who shook it reverently. Nico then turned his admiration onto me, and I'll admit I was a bit touched by the look of gratitude he flashed me. I scratched my neck, a little embarrassed. I introduced Nico to Bruce next, and then to Natasha who had joined us while the earlier pleasantries were exchanged.

For the next few minutes we exchanged words of small talk between our groups before Bruce's curiosity won over and he popped the question I knew he had been dying to have answered.

"Percy also has told me that you, like him, are a mutant." Nico discreetly raised his eyebrows at me, and I shrugged. "What are the extent of your powers? In my experience, I've never seen the likes of your form of teleportation. You use the shadows, yes? And what of your fighting skills?"

Nico blinked, and thought for a moment, relatively guarded. "Well, to be honest I'm really not that scientific of a guy. I act more on instinct than calculations, if that's what you're asking. I'm not entirely sure of the 'extent of my powers,' although it is true that I use the shadows to transport myself places. Finally, as for the fighting skills, Percy and I have trained together since we were younger."

Bruce nodded, seemingly satisfied although I could tell he wanted to ask more questions but was holding back for the sake of being polite. Our conversation from there turned into Nico 'interrogating' the good Captain, who was a very good sport I might add. It was amusing at first to watch Steve's initial discomfort, but after a while the two's conversation began to flow more readily and I grew disinterested. You know, ADHD and all I couldn't focus on one thing for very long. Sighing, I glanced around as I was accustomed to do no matter where I was –constant vigilance- as I had long since learned never to let my guard down. I noticed Natasha was watching me with interest, and I flashed her an easy smile, my guard already raised. I knew she had followed me to the bathroom. I wasn't sure how much she heard- not that anything discussed between Nico and I would be useful to her.

She wanted to figure me out? Fine. But not before I figured her out. After all, it was my mission to infiltrate SHIELD, was it not?

-ψ—

I returned home that evening to face a mother sick with worry, and a stepfather almost sick from trying to comfort her. Needless to say, they were both relieved, to see me. "Perseus Achilles Jackson! You scared us half to death! There were freaking aliens attacking New York and for all I knew, you were dead! I mean, you wouldn't answer your phone for Zeus's sake!" cue thunder. I sighed and hugged her. "Mom, first things first- New York was getting attacked by Aliens. Where do you think I was?" She thought for a moment.

"Oh."

I nodded. "Mmm-hmmm. And secondly, I don't have a phone."

Her eyes widened. "OH! That's right. I totally forgot." She stared at me thoughtfully for a moment, before throwing herself at me and tackling me in a giant bear hug. "I'm just glad you're alive."

"Me too mom, me too." Then it dawned on me. "Wait a second- you said you called me what, a million times?" Paul nodded.

"More like a billion times." He chuckled.

I raised my eyebrow. "Well, since you left a billion messages, I'm assuming you called a real phone. In which case, the question is, whose phone?"

My mom's mouth formed an "o" in understanding. Giving her one final hug I headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Gods knew I needed one.

-(Several thousand miles away)—

Annabeth looked wearily at her phone. The clock read 6:00 a.m. Her alarm wasn't due for another hour, so why was her new STARK phone buzzing continuously at her? Entering her pass code, she read the number of missed calls and her heart nearly stopped.

"743…" she breathed, eyes wide.

And all of them were from Sally Jackson.

She quickly re-dialed her boyfriend's mom's number and waited anxiously for the woman to pick up.

"Hi, who is this?"

"Mrs. Jackson? It's Annabeth. Umm… My phone says I have 743 missed calls and messages from you. Is everything ok?"

"Ah! Annabeth! How lovely to hear from you. As for all the messages, well, as you may know yesterday there was an alien invasion…"

Annabeth listened closely as Sally Jackson spoke, her mind spinning with ways to kill her boyfriend for almost dying when she wasn't aware he was in danger as she packed her bag for her flight to New York the following morning.

-ψ-

A shiver ran down my spine, along with a sense of impending doom and I sneezed. I couldn't help but feel as though someone wanted to hurt me. Shrugging the feeling off, as it was far from a new experience for me, I switched the water off and instantly dried myself with wave of my hand. Slipping on the pair of boxers I had brought with me, I left the bathroom and headed down the hallway to my room where I finished dressing. Not one to pay much attention to my outfit as I wore pretty much the same thing every day, (something that drove the Aphrodite kids crazy mind you) I pulled out the first pair of jeans my hands found, and one of my lesser wrinkled shirts, which happened to be the Green Day one Thalia had gifted me on my most recent birthday. Satisfied that I didn't look too disheveled to pass as normal, I ran a hand through my hair and turned to leave when a throat cleared behind me. I jumped, instinctively going for Riptide in my pocket, and spun to face the intruder.

"Hermes?!" I exclaimed, relaxing immediately. The god grinned, leaning easily against the wall, clad in his usual joggers get up.

"Well excussssse usss then." A voice I recognized as Martha's hissed from where she and George curled around the messenger god's Caduceus, or rather in this setting his smartphone.

"Martha. George." I nodded, greeting the two snakes in turn.

"I'm sstill waiting on thossse ratsss you promisssed usss lasssst time." I sighed. Some things never changed.

"Sorry guys. I've been pretty busy recently." I apologized, still somewhat unsure of how serious the snakes actually were about getting their rats from me. Perhaps Hermes didn't feed them? I would hate to have to report the god to the ASPCA for animal abuse. Damn my ADHD mind.

"It'sss okay. I'm sssstilll full from the guinea pig we had in Chile lassst week."

I paled slightly, and the snakes hissed with laughter. Amusedly, Hermes chastised them, only serving to make me more embarrassed. "George, Martha, you know that was quite traumatizing experience for poor Percy here."

"Hey-" I began, but was cut off.

"However, as amusing as this is, we didn't come here to discuss rodent delicacies. So if you two don't mind, I believe you have something for Percy?"

I watched in morbid fascination as George groaned and started hacking. I half expected to see partially digested guinea pig remains, and so was relieved when instead an official looking scroll was coughed up in their stead. Hermes handed it to me, and I broke the golden wax seal that depicted the Empire State Building. Looking up to thank Hermes, I found he wasn't there. I shrugged, used to the god's antics and proceeded to unroll the scroll. The papyrus crackled almost with electricity as it was unwound, and I had a feeling I knew who had written it.

Perseus A. Jackson,

This is a summons to the seat of the gods': Olympus,

600th floor, Empire State building New York.

The details of this summons shall be explained on your arrival.

I raised my eyebrows, slightly jolted by the abruptness of it all. Well then. I rolled the scroll up and turned to head out the door, when there was a flash of light and a letter appeared on my bed. Shrugging, I picked it up, and smiled. It was addressed to me in my dad's hand writing. I broke the seal on the envelope, and immediately a soft sea breeze seemed to waft around my room. Pulling out the letter, I began to read.

Percy,

Since Zeus's letter is brusque at best, I thought that I might put things into easier terms for you. With your assistance in the recent battle against the alien race known as the Chittauri and the Norse god Loki, there are some things that must be discussed. Your presence would be appreciated in an hour in the Olympian throne room. Nico will be there too.

The letter dissolved into mist once I had finished reading it, and I had to smile. I tucked the scroll into my pocket and headed out the window and up the fire escape to the roof, where with my best taxi cab whistle I called a certain flying friend of mine.

Blackjack was there in an instant. 'Yo boss, what's up?' he greeted me as per usual. I patted him on the neck.

"For the millionth time, don't call me boss. And can you please take me to Olympus?"

Blackjack snorted. 'Sure thing, boss.'

I rolled my eyes and swung up onto his back, moments before he launched us both into the air.

-ψ—

Flying was exhilarating. While it didn't take long at all to reach the tallest building in New York and subsequently Olympus, in the minutes for which we flew I watched in undying awe as the buildings, cars, and people of the city shot by underneath us. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the moment as I was seldom able to do. We landed just outside the gates of Olympus moments later, and moments later were waved through them, the scroll I clutched in my hand evidently enough to buy us passage.

I swung down from Blackjack's back and while the Pegasus happily trotted off to graze (presumably), I strode off to the hall of the gods. The massive doors opened to allow me entrance, and I found myself faced with a throne room full of twelve foot tall beings. Opposed to when I had made my debut here, there were more gods and goddesses seated around the room, making for an even more intensive scrutiny of myself as I entered. However, the looks I received were mostly unhostile, save for the glare I received from Ares, as many of the gods had me to thank for their seat here.

All chatter died upon my entrance, and I walked to kneel beside Nico, who was already there, in the center of the room.

"Father," I greeted Poseidon first as per usual, much to Zeus's ire. "Lord Zeus. Lord Hades." I continued addressing each god and goddess, which took a good deal of time more now than it had before my wish had been granted. Nico had already done the same.

"Rise Perseus, Nico." Zeus thundered.

We did so, and went to stand at the foot of our fathers' respective thrones. With a flash, everyone of divinity shrunk until they reached their mortal height. And the meeting commenced.

"As you are all aware," Zeus began, "these two… Heroes have once again aided in the salvation of New York, and thus our seats of power." I allowed myself and internal smirk at the King of the God's obvious distaste for the sons of his two brothers. "And as such, I suppose we will have to offer them a reward."

Murmuring rose around the room, before Zeus called for silence once more. "However, first we have a more pressing issue to discuss."

More murmuring, louder now as the gods and goddesses put in their ten cents of what the issue possibly could be.

"The Tesseract, an object of power and one of the seven infinity stones, has been returned to Asgaurd where once more I trust that Odin shall be able to keep its power under wraps. Although he did allow it to be stolen once." Zeus muttered the last part under his breath, earning several snorts from neighboring gods. "Subsequently, with its power no longer in the hands of the corrupt mortal organization SHIELD, I believe that the quest issued to these two demigods," He gestured to us, "in which they were to infiltrate said organization, is no longer necessary."

I raised my head to protest, but Nico beat me to it. "If I may, Lord Zeus, I was not under the impression that SHIELD was a corrupt organization. Yes, from what I have seen their director can be a bit nosey, but I can read people. He only has the best intentions at heart."

I was slightly surprised at my cousin's diplomatic skills, to say the least. The council thought about his words for a moment, before not Zeus but Athena responded, "indeed, the director may have the best intentions at heart. However, what Zeus means is that his higher ups are not to be trusted. As such, I can contend that while before it was in our best interest for you two to keep an eye on SHIELD, now without the Tesseract, which we believe they were attempting to utilize to make weapons with, the higher ups will seek out a new power source to extort. Therefore, it is imperative that they not learn about your and subsequently our existence, as such knowledge would only lead to paranoia."

Nico and I nodded in understanding. "So what happens now?" I asked. A slight fear that I would be unable to visit Tony anymore crept upon me.

It was my father's turn to explain. "We have decided that your connection with your uncle should not be severed"- the glare Zeus sent him didn't go unnoticed by me- "and instead Hecate has agreed to weave the mist in a way that any suspicions the 'Avengers' have about your status as anything outside of what you have told them may be abated. It was after all, remarkably clever of you to pass yourselves off as mutants." He winked at me and I grinned. "After all, should any problems arise in the future, it would be in our best interest to have someone in lieu with 'the Earth's Mightiest Heroes.'" I nodded.

"Now that that is settled, Perseus, Nico, name one thing we can grant you and it shall be yours." I blinked, and Nico's eyes went really wide.

Intelligent as always, I stated, "ummm…"

In response to which Apollo quipped, "Sorry. Last I checked 'ummm' wasn't on the extensive list of things we can grant." I blushed, and the assembled council chuckled.

"Can I have Bianca's hat?" Nico's voice was faint, but all laughter stopped immediately and the mood became somber once more.

Hades waved his hand and the green floppy hat that Nico's sister had been wearing when I first met the two appeared in my cousin's hand. He clutched it to his chest reverently, and my heart melted a little. Everyone sat in silence for a few moments, before Zeus cleared his throat. "Perseus?" he asked.

I blinked. "Err, could you guys maybe help speed up the rebuilding of New York?" Zeus snapped his fingers, and the city was returned to its state before the attack, much to the amazement of the mortals.

I nodded my thanks, and left with Nico.

-ψ

As we rode down the elevator, some 80's rock band playing in the background, I noticed Nico was oddly silent. "You alright man?" I asked, concerned. He offered me a halfhearted smile, and clutched the floppy green hat closer to his chest. "Yeah. It's just- this is all I have left of her now. She's moved on. You know?" 'She left me' was left unspoken.

I shifted over and threw an arm across my cousin's shoulder. "It's rough."

We rode in silence the rest of the way, and when the elevator doors dinged, we stepped out into the lobby. I immediately cast my senses around, reaching out for potential threats instinctively. Not finding anything, or anyone showing hostility, I led Nico outside and into an alley.

"Hey, you're more than welcome to stay over at my place any time. My mom and Paul love you."

Nico smiled. "Yeah, thanks. But my dad might miss me." He turned to leave, but had only gone several steps before he stopped. "You know-" he broke off, his face shadowed but he voice displaying levels of emotion, "I only became a 'fanboy' after she died. Before I couldn't care less." I frowned, confused. He went on. "Captain America. He's the only thing in this day and age that hasn't changed. It's not just that Bianca was a huge fan- it's what he represents." Nico took a rather shaky breath, "he's my childhood." I nodded in solemn understanding, and we stood once more in silence before the shadows enveloped my cousin and drew him away.

I let my head hang slightly, before adopting a determined persona and drawing myself straight. Nico was right. He had had his childhood ripped away from him. But he still had family- me. He was my little brother. And I would do whatever it took to make him see that eventually.

-ψ

Two days later, I was back at Goode.

"Hey Perce!" a voice called, and I faltered in my stride as Rachel jogged to catch up to me. I smiled at her. "Hey Rache," I responded in kind. The red headed part time Oracle linked her arm through mine and dragged me away to my first period class, which happened to be English with- You guessed it- Paul. Despite it being the first day back at school from summer break, the class was abuzz with chatter, everyone excited about the events of the past few days. Guess what the hottest topic was? Me! Apparently the media had gotten a whiff that Tony Stark had a nephew. Not only that, but there were speculations that he was one of the masked vigilantes. And somehow it had leaked that we were 'mutants.' Needless to say there were all kinds of rumors floating around, some more… elaborate than others.

I overheard one girl whispering to her friends that Nico and I, or rather Current and Shadow were incredibly dreamy, and that she had heard we were star crossed lovers who also happened to be long lost brothers. Eww. No way. I was very tempted to inform her that I was in a very happy relationship with a very pretty girl who was not related to me. At least not too closely. Rachel smirked at me upon hearing that one, and I glared at her. No, this was absolutely not funny. Who wants to hear a hormonal teenage girl's speculations of what my COUSIN and I were doing behind closed doors? Ok, not thinking about that moving on-

I thought the most abstract of the rumors was this one about Nico and I being the secret love children of Loki and Tony. I really did not want to think about that one, thank you very much- I mean perhaps Loki could turn into a woman? Urgh damn my ADHD brain. Loki was a villain I had just helped put away, thank you very much, and Tony was my UNCLE. I really didn't need the mental image of them doing- UGH make it stop!

Overall however, there was a surprising lack of talk about how the city had miraculously fixed itself. I felt that this was due more to Hecate's interference than the mortals being incapable of noticing a disaster of the scale of the one that had swept through New York disappearing in under 24 hours without any labor on their part. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth I let the matter slide, and attempted to block out the chatter going on around me, instead focusing on Rachel's enthusiastic rant about Orca whales in Sea World and why they ought to be set free. I made a mental note to investigate the matter later. After all, whales fall under my father's domain and I knew he would be furious if he found out something detrimental to their health was going on behind his back. I'd witnessed firsthand his reaction to being told about the countless hippocampi and other sea creatures I'd untangled from seine nets on my almost nightly excursions with Blackjack over the summers.

By the time lunch rolled around, I was well informed on world matters, and more caught up on the latest gossip than I would have liked to have been. Of course the biggest stink came when a rather flashy car was seen nearby, allegedly belonging to my one and only uncle. (On my mother's side of course.) I groaned and Rachel, from her constant place at my side throughout the day, grinned wolfishly at me. I punched her playfully in the shoulder, groaning, as by this time she was well caught up in the hopelessly tangled web that was my life. Really though, she'd handled the whole 'Tony Stark is my uncle!' thing pretty well, although I guess a lot of that could be pointed towards her not-so-normal life. "Wish me luck!" I groaned as I slipped my backpack onto my shoulders and dodged around the crowd of High school kids and a few teachers wielding phones in the hopes of snapping a picture of the infamous playboy.

It wasn't hard to escape, as I was pretty much the only one who didn't want to see Tony Stark. Of course, my luck caught up with me several blocks away from school and low and behold, there was my uncle gesturing at me to get in to his Outie R8, looking all the world like the cat who had eaten the canary. Glancing quickly around and weaving a quick veil of mist to disguise my face, I obliged.

"So, good first day back at school kid?" he asked.

I groaned. "My brain is having trouble processing half the things I heard today in regard to us vigilantes and Avengers."

My uncle grinned. "Spill."

I raised my eyebrows at him disbelievingly. "Umm, I'm not sure that's such a great idea."

His face lit up. "Oh, good gossip?" he waggled his eyebrows, his grin widening.

I blanched, recalling several of the worse rumors I'd been privy too. Then shrugged. He asked. "Well you see…"

Needless to say the drive back to the tower was a little rough, but by the time we reached the tower, I knew that there was no hostility between Tony and me any longer. It was a good feeling. Pepper welcomed us home exuberantly, and that night, Nico and Annabeth came along with us when we went out for Italian. After the later 'killed' me for almost dying on her, of course.

As Artemis pulled her silver chariot across the sky, I looked around at the faces of my family and it dawned on me. Being a hero is pretty great, but my friends and family are what make saving the world worth it.

*Finatem*

Hello my lovely readers,

Well, this is the end. I suppose it's a bit sad. But never fear! Upon rereading this story, I've decided that it could use a bit of a cleanup as it's a bit rough around the edges. Especially the first few chapters…. Ugh. I'm so sorry you had to trudge through that muck to get here. And here you are! Finalem rem. The final thing. I just want to say that I love you all and this story would not have been nearly as fun to write as it was had I not had all of you been reading, favoriting, following and reviewing HiaFT. I really really appreciate it, although it might not seem that way as I seldom updated. I apologize for that. A lot has been going on in my life, and as things settle down I want to wrap this up. As I said, I will be editing it a bit to make the story fuller and tie up some loose ends, so if you've been holding back any ideas that you would like to see in this story now's the time to shoot them at me.

If anyone would like to Beta this story with me through its revision, shoot me a PM. Thanks!

There may or may not be a sequel to this, depending on if I get around to it as I have plans laid out for a new fanfiction I plan to start as soon as I am able. It will be called the Ides of March, and will be my first non-crossover fic. Look for it under the Percy Jackson tab in months to come. (yeah, it won't be out for a while.) Points to anyone who can figure out where the title comes from (and subsequently what it's going to be based off of.)

Well, my friends, it has been great.

Goodbye.

But wait! There will be an epilogue, so stay tuned.

P.S. if I do write a sequel, anyone following will be the first to know.

*I'm not sure how many floors there are in Stark's tower.