This chapter is dedicated to Abbyh2007! I hope you enjoy this! Let me know if there's anything you all want included in the story. I accept prompts!

Love you lots!

--Yuki :D

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"No! I call bullshit! You're cheating!"

Nick Fury smirked as he laid down his cards, "Royal Flush."

This was a usual occurrence at the Hellicarrier. Percy would randomly show up with a worn out deck of cards, Clint and Tony occasionally following him. Sometimes, Natasha would appear to bring the demigod lunch, acting like a worried sister while also making fun of him when he messed up on a card trick. 

While this was happening, files were being returned to the S.H.I.E.L.D. database but it was a slow process. Team H and Team A, recruited by Percy, were working into the early hours of the mornings working to retrieve them after Steve and Natasha dumped information onto the internet. Everything was hectic and the demigod and S.H.I.E.L.D. director found themselves drinking more coffee and coming into the Hellicarrier to discuss picking up the cold case and how to proceed from there almost twice a week. There was little process made on that front, unfortunately.

"Mail's here," Bruce said as he walked inside the Avengers' common room holding a stack of envelopes. Steve and Thor followed behind him obediently with more, both looking pleased with the amount for them that they could see.

"Yes!" Percy cheered from his spot on the couch cuddled with Tony. "Throw it here, Tones and I'll sort it out."

The scientist paused for a moment before shrugging, "Alright." He tossed it at the son of Poseidon, who, honest to the gods, squealed with happiness. He watched as Percy proceeded to throw each envelope to their specific owner as if they were throwing stars. He kept hitting Clint in the forehead, so he figured that he was doing that on purpose.

Tony, however, was aiming for Steve, though it seemed like he was aiming for his hair more. His tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration and he frowned whenever he managed to only hit the super soldier on the chest- though it was funny when he hit the blonde in the face.

Finally, the letters were passed out and the Avengers went through them, putting aside any gifts they received to look at in detail later. They looked pleased with the letters, even showing each other some of the drawings they were sent.

"Clint!" Percy grinned widely as he held an envelope, "N'Jaku wrote back!"

"Really?" The archer sat next to his best friend and looked over his arm to read it, "Wow, someone actually wants to write you."

"Shut up, fuck face," The smile never left the demigod's face. "This is exciting! I've never done anything like this before!"

"Well," Tony smirked at him. "Are you going to open the letter or what?"

"Oh, right!"

Dear Percy,

Hello, it is nice to make your acquaintance. I truly appreciate that you have taken the chance to write to me. I find myself sitting by myself most of the time, so your letter was wonderful to receive. 

Here is a little about myself: I am 22 years old and live with my father, mother, and sister. My family is nice but I find myself living in my father's shadow. I greatly respect him and all that he does to support us, but it is difficult none the same.

I enjoy cats and would love to have a pet one day. Sadly, we are not able to have one since we are all so busy. My sister is smart and likes to tease me a lot but she means well.

I know what you must be thinking; why do you live with your family if you're 22? Well, we support each other and we care deeply for each other.

Thank you for reading my letter. Should you write back, I have a few questions for you:

1.) What is your favorite color? Mine is silver.

2.) What is your favorite animal? You already know mine.

3.) What job do you have? I assist my father with his business in trade.

That is all I have for now. I hope you write back.

Sincerely,

N'Jaku

"Wowzers," Percy grinned. "He wants me to write back!"

"Then write him back," Tony smiled at his boyfriend.

"I will but I have to finish reading my letters. Can't keep them waiting!"

--

"If it takes you more than an hour to get ready, you might not be as cute as you think you are- just saying."

"Fuck you, Percy," Clint said as he exited his room. "I didn't take an hour."

The demigod leaned on the archer's doorway, eyebrows raised, "Well, I feel like I've been standing here for hours."

"That's because you're lazy, dude. What do you think of this shirt," He gestured to the one he was wearing, a blue button up with white buttons.

"I hate to say this, but it sucks," Percy shrugged.

"It doesn't sound like you hate to say it."

"Ha, yeah," the son of Poseidon grinned before walking into the archer's closet. "Here, wear this one," He tossed a purple button up with black buttons at his best friend, hitting him on the face.

Clint grabbed it and looked down, "Purple? Why purple?"

"Clinton, please," Percy gave him an unimpressed look. "Everyone knows purple is your favorite color."

"Don't call me Clinton. Thanks, Percy."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Hey, do me a favor and not blow up anything today," The demigod started walking down the hall.

"Uh, excuse me, you're the Crown Prince of collateral damage!"

"Hmm, yeah, true," Percy waved as he went inside the elevator.

--

"Why do you hate me?" Clint asked as his best friend as the demigod threw a waffle at him for the third time. Luckily, it didn't have syrup on it.

"I don't exactly hate you but if you were on fire and I had water, I'd drink it."

"Percy, don't be mean," Natasha smacked him lightly on the back of his head with a flip flop. "Where's your button up? We're leaving in ten minutes."

The demigod gestured to the couch, "It's over there. I'll go put it on."

"Good and, while you're at it, go bring Tony up from his lab and find Steve. I'll get Bruce."

"Right-o! Steve! Get your patriotic justice locks down here! We're leaving!"