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(If you don't know that song in the media....listen to it now. It is literally the saddest song in existence-don't try to fight me on this...(CANCER by TØP....Im pretty sure the original is by MCR....correct me if I'm wrong)

3 hours earlier

The low annoying beeping of the heart monitor sung softly through the air like a dying pigeon. Steve sat silently in one of the padded chairs he had dragged into the temporary quarantine from the opposite room. And he watched Percy's 'friends' sashay their way over to Percy's sleeping body and fall upon it like they were being reunited with their lost puppy.

It seemed strange that Tony would willingly let them near the only thing that drew his attention away from his suits. Steve couldn't tell if his motives were good or bad, though he doubted Tony actually thought it through.

Nico seemed to be trying hard not to cry. The broken look in his eyes seemed to seep slowly into his emotions as he tried to hide them away. But he appeared almost angry. Though Rachel's gaze was far more hostile.

She marched up to Percy's sleeping body; encased in the folds of the sheets, and slapped him across his sickly pale face.

Ow....

Steve winced, as Tony skidded across the laminate floors and grabbed Rachel by the wrist.

Percy didn't stir.

"What the heck are you doing?" Tony voice was hushed like they were in a room with a dying person.

Though they didn't know just how true that was.

Rachel gave Tony an annoyed look. Her bright green eyes tired, but burning with a growing flame.

"You would do the exact same thing if you knew what he did to us. How he left us when we needed him....When he needed us." Her gaze hardened as she gazed at the red splotched handprint on Percy's skin.

"Where's Kalliope?" She glared at Tony, who quickly let go of her wrist. Clint sighed and left his dangling perch on the wooden table and hurried to find the child in the next room over.

Nico had glanced up at hearing the name of Percy's child. His eyes were red, though to give him credit, he hadn't cried.

To Steve's surprise, the teens had taken Percy being in a coma quite well. In fact it seemed as if they went through this regularly. That thought make Steve wince. To think that the boy had to endure this often...he didn't want to think about it.

He wondered if Percy had gotten like this during the great slumber of Manhattan. It must have been some sort of Norse god/goddess who had created the havoc...everyone in the world assumed that......Though they also assumed that it was the avengers who had destroyed them. Since the little security footage they managed to salvage was not released to the public. Only of course the Avengers knew it wasn't them. But it had to have been some Norse dispute....How did Percy get involved in it though? He must have been apart of some organization that used teenage assassins instead of adults; that would explain the fighting and the mysterious 'camp'. But why would a 17 year old have anything to do with things like that.

Steve wished he knew.

But he didn't.

"So....How do you know Percy?" Tony's voice jarred Steve from his lingering thoughts. His voice suddenly innocent....

Way to innocent.

Nico and Rachel glanced once again at each other. Their eyes locked in conversation that they obviously weren't willing to share. Finally they broke eye contact and faced the remaining Avengers.

"At summer camp."

But they didn't realize they had said too much.

"You mean the non existent summer camp?" Said Natasha who was until now silent.

Rachel narrowed her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"We've read Percy's file." Natasha reached into one of the draws in the cabinets, and pulled out the overstuffed file of Persues Jackson. "His past isn't exactly what you'd call normal for a teenage boy...We know it's not a real summer camp-so I would just spill what you know before things get complicated."

Rachel coughed and pulled her knees to her chest though Nico just stared at them as if they were dumb.

"No, really, it's just a summer camp."

"I'll believe that when somebody tells me the Greek gods are real." Tony scoffed from the bottom of the bed where he had plopped himself upon the floor. Nico gave Rachel a sidelong glance.

"Don't you dare say it."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I wasn't going to."

"Are you guys part of the assassin group thing Percy's obviously part of?" Clint appeared in the doorway; a small cooing child wrapped in his arms. He flounced his way over to the bed and dropped the child into the bewildered arms of Nico.

"A summer camp that trains teenage assassins?" Tony pondered....ignoring Nico, who was so obviously freaking out in the corner, his arms clasped awkwardly around the baby, having no idea how to hold her. Panic welling in his eyes.

Clint snorted.

Rachel ignored the boy also-which Steve thought was pretty impressive. Considering Nico kept nudging her with his foot trying to get her attention. Begging with his eyes for help.

Natasha tapped her foot. "Now that I think of it....your name is in the file too Dare....at the Empire State Building during the great slumber of Manhattan. What were you doing there may I ask?"

Everybody's head in the room snapped towards Rachel at those words. The great slumber of Manhattan was a mystery to everyone-if they finally realized what it was about....

Rachel sighed, but didn't look at them; her gaze centered on Percy's hollow face.

"How long has he been out?" Rachel abruptly changed the subject-as if her nervous look wasn't enough to assume the worse.

"That's not answering the question." Natasha slapped the cover closed on the file.

Rachel ignored her.

"How. Long. Has. He. Been. Out?" She spoke through gritted teeth; a terrifying glare morphing onto her features. It was as if she suddenly realized the crucial condition of Percy. Conveniently at that perfect moment.

Natasha must have realized she wasn't going to get any information and gave a flickering glance at the other avengers; which could only mean one thing.

We will settle this later.

Clint quickly was the first to answer Rachel's fierce look...though he looked uneasy. "Almost five days."

Rachel took a sharp intake of breath and turned around to face Nico. "We need Will."

Nico glanced up blushing-his arms still holding the child at arms length like he was afraid of it.

"Um-why...Why are you telling me." He stumbled over his words, his cheeks tinted a dark scarlet. Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"It could be because your the only one currently in this room who knows Will...and the only person in this room who can go get Will. But I don't know-whatever your thinking could pass as well."

Nico glared, "Fine I'll get him-take this-this uh thing." Nico dumped the child into Rachel's arms.

"Um-what exactly are you doing?" Tony stood up abruptly from his crisscross applesauce position on the ground. And pointed at Nico with exaggerated flare.

Nico once again stared at him like he was stupid. "Getting Will."

Which would have been perfectly fine if he said it normally...but Nico decided to say each word with extra pronunciation; like he was talking to a toddler and not THE Tony Stark.

Like there was any difference in Steve's opinion.

"Excuse you...who the heck is Will-and why are you bringing him into my tower."

"Our tower." Clint coughed from the corner. Though Tony-to his credit-ignored him.

"He's a doctor-a friend of ours." Rachel said as Nico slipped under Tony's outstretched hand and scrambled out the door before anyone could react.

Clint ran after him.

"We've already had multiple doctors check him-I seriously doubt your doctors will be any different." Tony placed a hand on his hip.

Rachel rolled her eyes once again. "Will's highly experienced trust me...also he's been dealing with Percy's episodes for much longer than you think."

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Does he work at your nonexistent camp?"

Rachel gave her a pointed look. "Yes he attends our very much existing summer camp."

Tony dropped his arm which was still dramatically pointing at the air where Nico no longer stood. "He attends it...Wait! you mean as a kid?!"

Rachel sighed. "He's fifteen-but that doesn't mean he's not experienced...he's probably more experienced than any of your pitiful excuses for doctors."

Natasha slid off the desk and cut in before Tony could strike any more dramatic poses.

"Was Will perhaps at the Empire State Building during the Great Slumber of Manhattan performing all that complicated medical work?"

Rachel was about to come up with another excuse, but Clint saved her by running, panting, back into the room.

"He's gone-I've looked everywhere...The kid just freaking disappeared!"

But just as those words left his lips-as if by some coincidence, Nico walked back into the room-pulling a cursing blond haired boy by the scruff of his collar.

"What the-," Clint pulled himself upright from his awkward panting-and stared at the two children in awe.

"I'm a very fast runner." Nico responded and sat back down beside Rachel.

Now the new boy stood alone. He was very much 15- his sparkling blond mop of hair curling up on his forehead, the white sweatshirt and Basketball shorts not going well with his bright orange flip flops. Tony probably would laughed, but he must have seen the urgent look that burdened the boys gaze-and the empty tired look in his eyes that all four teens held.

His sharp blue gaze met each of the avenger in turn and he shook his head.

"I'm not even going to ask why the Avengers are here." He sighed. "Thank me later."

Steve stared in wonder as the boy analyzed Percy.

"Just in case you were wondering." He said in a rather annoyed voice after a minute or two. "I'm not just going to ignore the freaking bullet wound in his side."

Rachel and Nico's heads snapped around to glare at the Avengers.

"Not our fault!" Tony weakly mustered-though Steve wasn't sure the teens were willing to buy that excuse.

"Well...it's an easy enough fix." Will continued. "But you guys totally dressed it wrong."

"An easy enough fix?" Clint choked. "He has a gaping hole in his side!"

Will gave an annoyed glance at the archer and started rummaging in the small fanny pack he wore.

He pulled out a golden square of some mystery food and popped it into Percy's parted mouth. Steve assumed it was some medicine of some sort.

"What was that?" Tony demanded as if the boy was trying to poison his nephew.

"Food of the gods." Will said not even glancing up.

"Really?" Clint asked.

"No." Nico replied sharply.

(//one hour later•Present time)

He was going to kill his cousin.

Even if it completely sabotaged the point of the rescue mission....The rescue mission that turned out to be a bust anyways, because it didn't involve any cool skeletons kicking butt like Nico originally planned. Instead they talked it out like civilized people...which as surprising as it might seem-was not something Nico was good at.

*gasps*

Truthfully though, the only thought that was racing through his mind at the specific moment was how to get the sharp scent of vomit off himself, without going through full out surgery. He tried desperately to fan the disgusting smell away from him with the crochet magazines someone had left on the toilet seat. The brightly lit tiled bathroom that surrounded him echoing with the repetitive slaps of the magazine hitting the air.

Nico scrubbed his face again to make sure it was completely clean. But he honestly still didn't know what to do about his shirt that was coated with-

You know what? It's best he not talk about it.

He pondered the available options. He could always take his shirt off....but gods no.

Not with him here.

"That's disgusting...You reek like vomit." And speak of the devil-Will appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, his thumbs in the waist band of his basketball shorts. His eyes decorated in heavy bags-his hair messy and tangled on his forehead. He adjusted the hem of his sweatshirt and wrinkled his nose at Nico. "Take your shirt off."

Nico choked. "Um-what?"

The boy rolled his eyes. "You heard me Deathboy...you are not coming near me in that shirt."

Nico scoffed....he was tempted to purposely throw his vomit stained shirt up Will's nose get him to shut up. But thought better of it-He had better things to do than calm down a pissed son of Apollo.

"Who said I want to come near you?"

Will winced like the comment generally hurt him. Though if Nico didn't know better he would have thought Will was having a face seizure.

"If your honestly going to keep up the annoying Everybody hates me and I Hate everyone act, Than you can just borrow my sweatshirt-so you don't have to go around topless like an Abercrombie and Fitch model." Will removed his sweatshirt and held it out to Nico. But Nico made no move to take it.

He decided against pointing out that Will had technically just compared him to a male model.

"I don't want your sweatshirt Solace." Nico glared at the blond haired boy, who was waving his sweatshirt in front of his face as if seeing it would make Nico change his mind.

"Oh come on, stop being so contradicting and just take the sweatshirt-Doctors order." Will held out the soft material...the cloth still warm from being worn. Will took ahold Nico's hand and placed the sweatshirt upon it.

And Nico couldn't help but realize that Will's hand was strangely warm-like a burst of flame. Nico promptly dropped the sweatshirt.

He frowned as he bent down to retrieve it.

"Does being the son of the sun god make you unnaturally hot."

Nico face flushed a splotchy scarlet as he realized how that sounded. He would have sunk into the shadows right than and there-but he doubted a comment like that would blow over Will's head.

"I-i mean your skin-is really-um warm".

Will raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you dare laugh-you know I didn't mean it that way."

Will shrugged. "Whatever you say Deathboy."

"Stop with the Deathboy thing."

Will smiled-though Nico wasn't sure if that was supposed to be assuring or not. "I need to go change Percy's bandages....So you'd better change your shirt quickly."

Nico scowled. "You are not staying here."

"Why? Are you embarrassed? You shouldn't be you know. I just want to see how the sweatshirt looks." Will waited, his foot tapping an off beat melody.

Nico grunted and pulled off his shirt in embarrassment-he didn't look at Will. As quickly as he could he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, and glanced back up at the son of Apollo, who was frowning.

"You need to eat more."

"You need to stop telling me I'm unhealthy."

"First of all, you've had like what? One happy meal in the last three day? What are you...a freaking addict."

"Just shut up Solace I don't need any more of your stupid pestering, okay?" Nico glared at Will; who just gave him a long hard glance.

"Aren't you going to ask how I think you look."

"No."

Will rolled his eyes. "Fine but I'm going to tell you anyways....clearly I'm not the only one whose hot."

Than he winked and strolled out of the bathroom-leaving Nico frozen on the spot.

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