Kidnapped
Harley didn't mean to be kidnapped.
He was testing out his “Iron Lad” suit when the portal opened in his garage. His hands sparked with fire and he screamed, hoping to alert his AI, D.O.R.A, to the intruder.
“Shush.” The big, burly man that stepped through the fiery portal covered Harley’s mouth with his hand. “Quiet, boy.” and Harley Keener was taken.
“WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!” Harley screamed, thrashing in the big man’s strong grip.
“Your father. Now hush before we both get in trouble.”
Harley looked around in confusion as the man eased up.
He was in a magnificent palace meant for something a lot bigger than him, surrounded by dazzling people on thrones that looked like giants.
A child or teen stood at the foot of each throne, including an empty throne behind a small elfish boy who was fidgeting with a chunk of metal. “Leo.” The man who had taken Harley greeted with a small smile.
“Hi dad.” The elf-boy grinned awkwardly.
“Dad?!” Harley demanded incredulously. The two looked nothing alike!
“Harley Keener, son of Hephaestus.” A stone-faced woman in the second largest throne spoke to him.
He glared at her, reassembling his suit of armor. “Who are you people? What do you want with me?” Harley demanded again.
“We are the Olympian Gods. Show some respect, boy.” The big man in the biggest throne with a rod of lightning in his hand sneered down at him.
“I don’t believe in the Greek gods. Thor and Loki, sure, considering they trashed New York, but not the Greeks. Try again.”
The eleven year old figured he should have held his tongue, but the side of him that was connected to Tony Stark urged him to put these people in their places.
“Insolent boy-” the woman who knew his name stood up in rage. The blond boy at her feet looked annoyed.
“I’ve been called worse.” Harley aimed his repulsor at her face.
“Woah! What is that?!” The boy Harley’s kidnapper had called Leo stared at him-or his suit-in awe.
“My Iron-Lad armor. I built it.” Harley boasted proudly.
“Iron-Lad?” A black haired, green eyed boy asked in confusion.
Harley sighed. “Tell you later.” He grumbled.
“Harley, you’re my son. You’re safer here, with your siblings at Camp Half-Blood.” Hephaestus (Harley assumed) knelt to look him in the eye. “You’re special.”
Harley snorted. “I’m not special. I’m weird. I set myself on fire and I can’t sit still if my life depended on it.”
Leo perked up at Harley’s words. “You have fire powers?” he demanded excitedly.
“I guess. I don’t use them.” Harley bit his lip. “I prefer to build stuff.”
Hephaestus grinned at that.
“It runs in the family.” Leo informed him.
Harley perked up a little.
“I think we’re going to be great friends, little brother.” Leo wrapped an arm around Harley’s shoulders.
Harley didn't think he was going home anytime soon, but Leo seemed to like him, and that was okay.
Maybe.