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This chapter is dedicated to Bfisk004! I hope you enjoy!

Thank you so much for waiting, I hope this lives up to your standards. Let me know what you thought and if you have any ideas for upcoming chapters.

--Yuki

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"Tony! Tony!"

The billionaire looked up in surprise when his boyfriend busted into his lab, the demigod barely managing to stop himself before he collided with a table, "What's up?"

"I like sewing!" The nineteen year-old grinned brightly at the twenty four year-old, brandishing a gray beanie with red and gold tridents carefully stitched along the bottom.

Tony carefully grabbed it, turning it over in his hands and inspecting the tiny tridents and how the colors didn't even clash together one bit. He put it on his head and smiled softly when he realized that Percy had made little identical black beanies for his bots and was working on finding a way to keep them on their heads. Gods, he loved that man. "Are you sewing for Eden?"

The son of Poseidon looked up at the question and smiled shyly, "Yeah, actually. I was thinking about trying it out since he said that it was weird for guys to sew."

"Ah," The Stark nodded. "Then, can you teach me how to sew?"

Percy beamed widely, "I don't see why not."

--

Tony and Percy were at the kitchen table sewing together some shirts back together for practice when Steve and Clint walked in. The archer was singing some song at the top of his lungs and the super soldier looked fondly exasperated.

Without looking up from his work, Tony spoke, "You got the lyrics wrong."

Clint raised an eyebrow, lowering the wooden spoon he had picked up sometime after walking in the kitchen to use as a microphone, "How would you know?"

"Because it's Whitney Houston," The Stark said like it should be obvious.

"Everyone loves Whitney," Percy chimed in, humming. "Plus, you were singing 'I Wanna Dance With Somebody.' I freakin' love that song."

"Clock strikes upon the hour and the sun begins to fade. Still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away," Clint was waggling his eyebrows ridiculously as he sang in falsetto.

The demigod rolled his eyes but quietly sang the next part. They went back and forth, the swordsman slowly getting louder the more confident he got. Soon, both were belting the lyrics and they, surprisingly, sounded kind of good singing together.

"Don'tcha wanna dance with me baby, don'tcha wanna dance with me boy," Percy grabbed Tony's hand and spun him once before kissing him on the mouth with an exaggerated "muah!"

The Stark laughed and danced with his boyfriend, not even noticing when JARVIS started playing music and Clint tried to teach Steve how to dance.

--

Percy sat across from Nick Fury, his eyes narrowed dangerously at the spy. They sat in the cafeteria of the Hellicarrier, well aware of agent's eyes watching them. No one came near the two, choosing to keep a large berth.

"Well?" Fury raised an eyebrow impatiently.

The demigod smirked and shook his head, "Go Fish."

"Dammit," The spy cursed and the other agents had to stop themselves from dropping over in shock. They were playing Go Fish?! Why did they look so serious then? It wasn't like they were playing Poker.

"Got any threes?" Percy asked as he moved around the cards in his hands. He looked at the agents for a brief second before looking down at his cards and whisperings, "Team H says that they've managed to get 82% of the classified files. They're still working on the other eighteen. As for our cold case," He paused, thinking of how to word it. They called it a cold case for a reason. "I've elected to not tell Steve for the time being."

"Your reasoning?" Fury looked at the agent, "Go Fish. Any fives?"

"Gods dammit, I thought I had you with that one. Steve would only act irrationally if he knew that we were aware of where Barnes was. Besides, you saw how he acted when he found out he was still alive. It was like he was all that Steve could think of. If it wasn't Natasha with him, he could have seriously endangered another agent." He passed over the five of diamonds.

"Point proven. Give my thanks to Team H. I know they don't have to do this for SHIELD. Got any aces?"

"I'll hold off on giving them that thanks," Percy said. "Any form of compliment from you would only give them heart attacks and I kind of need them working right now. I will later though. Oh, and go fish."

"Whatever works," The spy would have rolled his eyes if he hadn't seen Phil walking towards him with a pinched expression. "We'll continue our game later, I have paperwork to file."

"Sure," The demigod gathered up the cards, carefully sliding them back into their box. "Have fun dealing with Philly. I'll be in touch."

--

"How was your meeting with Fury?" Tony asked as he and Percy sat together on the couch, an episode of The Office playing on the TV.

"It was okay," The nineteen year-old shrugged. "We talked. And played Go Fish."

"You played Go Fish with the director of SHIELD. Somehow, I'm not surprised. I noticed you don't have your bell on anymore," Tony gently ran his hand on the agent's neck.

Percy shivered for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, I had Phil shoot it off. It was getting annoying. What season are we on?"

"The first one. I was watching this earlier with Steve. He actually likes it." It was a testament to how much Tony was used to the demigod that he didn't even question why he resorted to having Phil shoot the bell off. At least it was gone now and his boyfriend could stop grumbling about it every time he forgot it existed.

"That's surprising," Percy snorted before cuddling up in the Stark's arms. "How's your sewing?"

"Pretty good actually. I made mittens. I gave 'em to Steve cause I ended up using my blue and it goes with him."

"Cool," The demigod nodded. "Hey, next time you should come with me to play Go Fish with Fury."

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