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It was moments like this, that made Clint doubt his ability to stay calm. It was bad enough that Nico was still horendously screaming about how they killed his precious Will. But the two unconscious teenagers; not to mention the kitchen, which had been luxuriously demolished by a rampaging drunk 15 year old, was probably too much for Steve to handle. He stared open mouthed in disbelief, the viens at his temple throbbing and his jaw clenched in instant anger. He surveyed the damage, before turning abruptly towards Tony and Clint.

And Clint felt his hope crumble.

Normally in situations like this, Clint would have just kept quiet and waited for the storm to blow over. Steve rarely got overdramatic in his rage. He would talk sternly, like a dissapointed parent. But would barely ever yell.

But Clint could see that Steve was having trouble keeping back his anger at this moment. And Clint honestly couldn't blame him.

"I LET YOU OUT OF MY SIGHT FOR FIVE MINUTES, AND YOU KILL TWO KIDS?" The tone in Steve's voice was clashing between anger and shock. Like he couldn't decide whether to freak out or be mad at them.

Clint winced half heartedly at the assumption. But Tony inched forward wearily and kicked Nico in the butt, as if that would make him stop yelling. Not that it worked, but Tony seemed slightly more satisfied. "We didn't kill them, we simple accidentaly gave them too much alcohol, and accidently knocked the other out with an illegal drug we found in a mysterious looking bottle in the lab."

How to be reassuring 101.

Steve didn't look impressed.

He marched over to Will and lifted up his head, much to Nico's protest. He crouched for a moment, his finger resting against the boys neck as if checking for his pulse. Clint wasn't sure if it was because he didn't believe Tony or he was just being extra careful. Slowly, he slipped a steady arm under Will's armpits and hauled him over to the nearest couch.

Tony and Clint stayed silent, the strong stench of alcohol lingering in the air above them. They remained motionless for a while, awaiting Steve's punishment; as he pulled Rachel into his arms and brought her to the couch beside Will. He seemed to hesitate, before placing a sturdy hand on Nico's shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Steve's tone was soft, but his stance was borderline awkward. As if he didn't know what to do for the child. Clint felt increadible guilty as he watched Steve pour Nico a glass of water. Biting back the urge to help when the man struggled with the ice despencer, muttered under his breath when a broken arrow tip came out instead of ice.

And now here they stood-Steve with his arms crossed waiting to hear an explanation, and Tony and Clint shrinking farther away from him. The shards of glass glittering beneath their feet.

"Explain."

Clint didn't have the words to reply. Because now that he thought about the whole situation; it all seemed kind of stupid. Tony on the other hand, spoke for the both of them. His eyes filling with a sort of pride, that lingered on his expression, much to Clint's annoyance.

"I found out what they are."

To Tony's obvious disappointment, there was a moment of weary silence. As Steve's gaze fluttered distractedly to the kids-his eyes morphing into confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"They aren't human."

Steves brows furrowed in disbelief. "Have you been drinking as well?"

Tony shook his head, his face alight with the realization of his discovery.

"No, listen. They aren't human! Nico told me, he told me that they weren't."

Steve sighed, pressing a finger against his temple. Behind them, Rachel rolled off the couch.

"Did you think that maybe he was drunk?"

Tony's eyes widened in sarcastic surprise, but he kept the same anticipating tone of voice. "No trust me, he was telling the truth."

"And what is 'the truth' exactly?"

Tony gripped the edge of the counter top. "They are like Thor....Except that he's from Norse gods, and they're from.....Greek."

Clint felt himself stiffen, it wasn't possible. There was no way there were more gods out there that they weren't aware of. But than he remembered the way Nico had dissapeared to find Will, the sword in his hand that had shrunk into a metallic ring. He remembered the way Will had said, 'Food of the gods' so casually....The whole situation seemed to be fitting together like puzzle pieces....but there was no way....there had to be no way.

"You're saying they are children of Greek gods?" Steves tone was dripping with honest disbelief.

"Yes....And that camp...It must be like a training camp or something for them!"

Clint could tell Tony was fully invested in this idea of his. Though Steve obviously wasn't buying it.

"Do they have powers or something? Are we going to have to take them in as a threat?" Natasha had appeared soundlessly behind them. Her bright eyes gleaming in the dull kitchen lights. The window hung carelessly open behind her, but it wasn't like she cared. Steve jumped and narrowed his eyes.

"We are not doing that again. You know how badly that went last time. We almost killed him."

Natasha leaned against the fridge, her red hair falling around her shoulders. Tony gave her an annoyed glance.

"We are not taking in my nephew again....We need to learn the answers from another source. We need to go to this camp."

"Yes, lets just walk into this invisible camp full of Demigods, and demand for them to tell you about your sick nephew." Clint kicked at the shards around his feet, watching as they skidded under the counter.

"We would need one of the kids to take us there. Its not as stupid as you're making it sound. We are doing this for my nephew-to understand what he is, and what he went through."

Steve gave an exasperated sigh. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Natasha put an arm on Clints shoulder. "No, but it's the only idea we have currently that we all agree on except you, Steve. So this is the idea we are going with."

Steve placed a hand on the back of his neck. His eyes darting from face to face, like he was trying to find a valid point to argue with. But Clint knew it was a hopeless thing to search for.

"We have to convince the kids to take us." Tony glanced half heartedly at the passed out kids on the couch. Than to Nico's slumped body against the counter. His dark eyes still watched them from underneath his arms.

"I will take you."

It took a moment for Clint to realize that it was Nico who had spoken. Considering the child was barely moving, a dark lump against the pale counter tops.

"Um that was relatively more easy than I expected?" Tony glanced at the child with new found caution. His eyes eyeing the glittering skull ring on his slim fingers.

Nico didn't reply.

There was a slam from upstairs.

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Has anyone checked on Percy?"

Steve glanced at the plastered ceiling above them. "I was just up there...He was asleep when I left. But I can go check."

Clint watched as Steve took off towards the elavator, before gesturing towards the other so called demigods on the couch. "What should we do about the other kids?"

Nico just laughed dully. "They'll find their own way there when they wake up."

Tony frowned. "What about Percy?"

Nico didn't reply.

From upstairs Steve yelled something incomprehensible. Natasha's fingers closed noticeable over her gun, her eyes flicking towards Nico. The movement so small, that Clint just barely caught it.

"What was that?" Tony frowned, his gaze momentarily on edge. Clint shrugged, giving Natasha a side way glance, before slipping a hand against her wrist and sliding her fingers away from her gun.

Above them, Steve was still shouting, but once again they couldn't make out any words.

"What's going on?" Tony nervously steadied his stance.

From his stool, Nico coughed, drawing their attention to his slouched figure.

"Are you stupid?"

Natashas hand pulled away from Clints, and lay once more on her gun. "What are you talking about?"

Nico slipped off the stool, his smile was cold and empty. "Why would I offer to take you to my home, when one of your intentions is less than friendly." He spun around to face Natasha. "If I didn't already know that you wouldn't dare blow it up."

Clint pulled himself away from Natasha, and glared at her. But her gaze was focused on the boy.

"And why is that?"

Nico gestured to Steve who had come running back out of the elevator, panic apparent on his features.

"He's gone, and so is Kalliope." Steve panted, his eyes wide.

Nico's expression was blank. "Because the only two things you wouldn't dare to shoot are already there."

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YES I KNOW ITS BEEN MORE THAN A MONTH. I AM EXTREMELY SORRY...This story has truthfully lost its interest to me. But I have kept on writing it for your sake. I for one, hate when Authors discontinue. Though I definitely understand why they would.