Sorry that it has been so long. It probably will start taking me longer to update with school and all my activities start in the fall. This chapter I think is the most important one I have written so far.   

So much Foreshadowing. 

"Did you see what I just saw, or am I going crazy?" Clint asked, staring at the now blank screen of what used to be playing footage of Percy. The Avengers had gathered around the small table in the common room while I had flown around the tower once in search of Percy. Apparently they found the situation just as confusing as I did.

"A boy and his Newfoundland just jumped out a window and disappeared." Bruce said, looking a little greener around the edges as he cleans his glasses nervously on his shirt.

"So I guess the world is going crazy, not me." Clint muttered not so quietly under his breath. Next to him I snorted internally.

You have no idea, I thought, High school mutants, super soldier serums, and you and me a couple guys with some pointy sticks and things that go boom.

"The kid didn't jump out of the window." Cap's voice came from across the table, breaking me out of my pessimistic thoughts. Though his words were spoken softly they captured the attention of the room immediately.

"The intruder on this creature disappeared," Steve spoke again. Steve's brows were furrowed with confusion, but he seemed sure nevertheless. "and I don't think that thing was a dog."

" It's final, Cap's gone off his rocker." I announced to the group, trying to laugh off Steve's comment, but as I thought back on the previous event it was hazy and distant. It was like trying to recall a memory from years ago, not minutes. My brain said Percy jumped out a window, and it seems like the others thought so too, but I couldn't recall what window you jumped from, nor any glass falling to the floor as he crashed through it.

Looking around the table, I could see similar scrunched expressions of confusion on both Bruce and Clint's face, yet Natasha seemed completely fine with this new information.

"I'm not so sure Tony," Bruce spoke up hesitantly, "Maybe Steve saw something we didn't."

"You really believe that he saw the dog disappear, while everyone else saw it jump out the window." I replied, because there was no way. I needed something to be at least the tiniest bit sane. But as I looked around the table everyone seemed to agree with Bruce. I could feel myself starting grasping at straws. "If they really did disappear in the window would it be broken."

"Right..." I turned one of the corners of the room where I had installed one of Friday's sensors, hoping that my voice didn't get away with the desperation that curled inside.

"Friday, pull up a photo of-" My words were cut off by a jingling tone coming from my phone. It was the sound that always accompanied a call. Around the table the Avengers sent me looks of varied degrees of annoyance. They're not gonna like this very much. I thought, not feeling the slightest bit of guilt as I stood up from the table.

"Duty's calling" I announced, trying to keep a air of confidence and calm as the phone in my pocket continued to ring, because there were only three people who could be calling right now. Pepper, Rhodey, and Peter.

Pepper was in a meeting with some important but snotty businessmen right now. Rhodney was also in a meeting, but with the military, so neither of them would be calling right now unless absolutely necessary. But if it was Peter... If it was Peter then something was wrong.

Peter never called, he still sent brief updates about interesting patrols every once in a while, but those were always through Happy, and he never ever called because he was in trouble. There have been times or Friday would send me an alert that Spider-Man had been gravely hurt, and I would ask Friday to notify me if his condition got worse, but he never called.

So why did his name glow brightly on the screen as I pulled out my phone, in the refuge of the hallway after I fled the meeting before anyone could object. I stabbed the accept call button, heart in my chest as I slammed the phone to my ear.

"Kid? What's going on?" I called into the phone frantically.

"Mr. Stark! Oh, hi!" Peter's voice rang through the phone sounding normal, if not a little breathless. His words caught me off guard, I expected a pained help, a bad guy talking about ransom, or at least a "Hi Mr. Stark. I'm being chased by about a million criminals, and I could use some of your help because you're so amazing." But I was not expecting Peter to sound like he didn't expect my voice to come through his phone.

Had Peter Parker just butt dialed me?

I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"So, why do you call me?" This seemed to flip a switch, because in an instant Peter was rambling into the phone.

"So you know how you told me to watch Percy. Well I watched Percy, and didn't confront him or anything, like you said,and nothing was weird, I mean beside the long sleeves and the swimming," he was talking so fast he could give Eminem a run for his money, but I could already see where this was going. After all, there's only one reason why Peter would call about Percy.

"If you're calling tell me that Percy is going to break into the tower, you're a little late, Kid." I drawled into the phone, panic ebbing away.

Nothing was wrong, well, at least no more wrong then my dumpster fire of life already is. A long pause came from the other end of the car, and I moved to hang up.

"What happened!?!" Peter screeched, and it was my turn to pause.

"What did you call me about then?"

" Percy's half God, a demigod."

In an instant my brain shut down, it was unlike anything that ever happened before. My hands went numb and the phone slipped out of it, but the sound of it hitting the ground seems oddly muted and far away. My knees buckled in a collapsed to the carpet, as memories cascaded over me, threatening to drown.

               My footsteps patterned gently on the wooden floors, my small eight-year-old body nearly silent as I snuck in to Howard study. Pushing up the open the great mahogany doors I slid inside, curiosity overcoming the guilt and nervousness that curdled my stomach. I had never been allowed inside Howard's study. No, I am never allowed in Howard's study. I had only caught glimpses of him when he strode out of it, but today Howard had gotten a phone call. I could hear a little of it from my spot in the second living room, but he had left in a rush, forgetting to lock his study door behind him. Against all my instinct screaming at me not to, I snuck into the room.

The study wasn't as grand as I thought it would be, nor as messy. Howard would spend days in his study, asking for food to be delivered outside the door, but despite the time spent in the room it was adorned with only a large desk in the corner with a few scattered papers, and bookshelves lining every wall. I was ready to head out of the room when a buzzing noise caught my attention, I looked around to see where the noise was coming from, and my eyes landed on a large house fly between is it from the bookshelf.

Before I knew it was happening I was running at the fly, trying to swat it out of the air, because why should it be here? This was Howard's study, nobody was allowed in Howard's study. What right did this stupid creature have that it could buzz around while I couldn't even-

My thought screeched to a halt as one of my hands hit a book in one of my frantic attempts to hit the fly. I quickly rushed to make sure the book was unharmed, the fly forgotten. Howard would kill me if he found out I had broken into his study, and destroyed one of his signed books that he had never read. But as I cautiously pulled the book out from its place to make sure it wasn't damaged, the book stuck in place, making a little click as it slid halfway out of its spot.

I took a step back, and the whole bookshelf swung in words, revealing a step of stairs that descended into olarge room filled with tables covered in papers. One was lined with dozens of small cages, about 3/4 of them empty, the others inhabited by squeaking white mice. I took a step into the room, trying to get a better look at the lab. Behind me the bookshelf closed with a thunk, but I couldn't bring myself to care, because my eight year old dream had just come true. I had a freaking secret door in one of my houses, and not just a secret door, a whole lab!

I buzzed around the lab, trying to take in every detail, The papers covered in scribbled out formulas, the screen that looks to be comparing two different samples of blood, one labeled Steve's in the other Iris. There were two notebooks lying on the table, one with Howard's recognizable handwriting across it, the other in a handwriting I didn't recognize, and written in German. Above the two journals was a German to English dictionary. I bent down to look through them when my eye caught on a big door on the wall across from me.

It looks like it could withstand a bomb without a dent. It was metal with a big wheel in the center, the kind you turn to open the door. On the wall next to the door

white box with the keypad numbers below, the blocky words ENTER PASSWORD flashing on the screen.

A sad sigh pushed it way out of my lips, my curiosity was alight, but there was no way I'd be able to get the password. He barely talked to me enough to know his favorite sport, much less his super secret door password. I moved to turn away from the intriguing door when a gust of cold air made me shiver, but if I was underground how was there a gust of air? I swiveled around, was there a fan somewhere?

The cold wind came again, and this time I pinpointed where it was coming from, the door. I rushed to it, checking the side nearest to the password box. It had been blocked from view previously, but now a sliver of white light shone from the door that opened a crack. I pulled against the door hard with a giddy rush of joy. It moved slowly, not made for the ease of a skinny eight year old. Once I opened it a foot or two I slid inside, my excitement a bubble burbling around my throat, but as I looked around the room it was soon replaced with confusion.

The room felt like the inside of a meat freezer, it was cold, with bright white light shining from the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. Along the walls were metal racks with a sign on each one. The first one stating children of Hermes, next one children of Venus, each of the signs had the same format, children of, a Greek or Roman god, but it wasn't the signs that created the fear that stopped me in my tracks, nor was it the metal racks, because in between the sighs, hanging on the metal racks were bags of bright crimson blood.

I gagged, only the fear of Howard learning I had been in his lab stopping me from upchucking my lunch. I stumbled towards the door, frantic for escape, but my tratious eyes couldn't help reading the words on the back of the door as I fled the room.

B.O.G.

Blood Of Gods.

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