Family
Tony was sitting in his lab making upgrades to his suits when he got the call.
“Sir, you have a phone call from the police department.”
He just rolled his eyes and continued working.
“Well tell them I’m busy.”
“But sir, it seems that something bad has happened to your half sister.”
This made him stop. He and Sally lost contact (well more like he stopped talking to her and she stopped trying to contact him) years ago, before the whole Iron Man business.
“JARVIS, what happened to her?”
“It’s been reported that her apartment was broken into and she and her husband were killed.”
Tony put his hand on top of his mouth, tears forming in his eyes. This was not how he wanted to hear of his sister. Of her death. He wanted to talk with her again but he was always afraid to. But now he lost his chance of even seeing her again.
“Sir the police are calling again.”
“Put them through the speakers.”
He waited a second before an officer’s voice came from the speakers.
“Hello, is this Mr. Tony Stark?”
“Yes. I know what happened to my sister, so you don’t need to tell me that.”
“Oh. Um well I offer my condolences but that’s not exactly what I called you for sir.”
“Well then what is it?”
“Your sister has a son who wasn’t killed. He’s only 17 and needs a place to stay. You’re the only person that we found who is related to him. We need to know if you are able to take him in.”
Tony went silent. He has a nephew, whose alive. He mulled over what to do when the officer interrupted.
“Uh sir?”
“Yes I’ll take him in.”
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Tony stood in front of the police station. He was trying to prepare himself to meet his nephew. He walked in and saw two people in the waiting area. One was an officer and the other was a teen. The teen held a mug of hot cocoa and was staring at the ground and the officer seemed to be silently comforting the teen. The officer looked up and noticed Tony and stood up and walked over.
“My name is Officer Marchand. I presume you’re Mr. Stark?”
Tony nodded.
“Is that my nephew over there?”
Said teen still hasn’t looked up. Marchand looked at the boy and back at the man.
“Yes but know that he’s still upset. He’s the one who found his parents in their apartment. He hasn’t said much. But I’ll need you to sign some papers to confirm you looking over him.”
“Of course.”
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Now Tony found himself in his car with the teen in the back. Tony looked over his shoulder a bit then back onto the road.
“So uh… sorry never caught your name?”
“Percy.”
The answer came quickly and shortly that the millionaire almost missed it.
“Well you could call me Uncle Tony, Tony, or Uncle, ‘kay kid?”
Percy nodded and humming a yes. Tony knew that this would be one of the longest drives in his life.
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“Well here is where you will be living now, Percy.”
He gestured towards the Avengers Tower and looked at the raven haired teen. Percy was looking at the tower with interest in his eyes.
“I know, cool right? I made it myself.”
Percy looked at his uncle and muttered, “Annabeth would’ve liked this.”
“What was that?”
“Uh… nothing. Just was talking to myself.”
“Okay…”
Tony led Percy to the elevators and went in. He pressed a button to where the Avengers would be staying.
“We’ll be living with the rest of the Avengers if you don’t mind.”
“The who now?”
Tony whipped his head around to look at Percy so fast that he was worried that his neck would snap.
“You’re telling me that you don’t know the Avengers?!” Percy shook his head no and he continued. “You know, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes?!” Another shake of his head. “Have you been living under a rock? We saved the Earth from an alien evasion about two months ago! It’s probably still on the news!”
“I don’t have a phone…”
“What teen doesn’t have a phone?!”
Percy raised his hand and Tony barked out a laugh. The elevator dinged as they reached their floor. The two of them walked out to see the other Avengers in the room with an argument going on between two of them and a woman and two men sitting on couches reading. It seemed that the argument was about Pop Tarts.
“Why would you eat them cold?!”
“They’re tastier that way!”
“But that’s not right!”
“The Popped of Tarts are delicious when they’re cold, Eye of Hawks!”
One of the men on the couch looked up and saw Tony and a look of relief came over his face.
“Thank goodness you’re back Tony. These two have had this argument going a little while after you left, which was a little over an hour ago.”
Said man chuckled. The man stood up and noticed Percy who was behind Tony and looking at one of the men arguing over Pop Tarts.
“Tony, who is that?”
“Oh this is my nephew, Percy…”
“Jackson. Percy Jackson. Jackson-Stark? I don’t know.”
This caught the attention of the others.
The woman spoke up. “Why is he here Stark?”
Tony sucked in a breath and Percy froze. The woman felt a wave of regret wash over her.
“I’ll tell you guys later, after Percy gets settled in. But first, introductions?”
The man who stood up spoke first. “Steve Rodgers. Captain America.”
The woman went next. “Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow.”
The other man on the couches went. “Bruce Banner. The Hulk.”
The man who said that Pop Tarts are better cold went next. “Thor.”
“Just Thor?” Percy asked. Thor nodded. Percy could see something in the man’s eyes. Excitement?
The last one who went was the man who was opposing Thor. “Clint Barton. Hawkeye.”
Tony clapped his hand on Percy’s back. “This is your family now kid. Expect constant arguments, a whole lot of jokes, and more!”
“What are you, a commercial?”
The group all laughed at Percy’s sass and Tony’s gaping face.
“Persassy strikes again!”
Now that comment made everyone, except for Thor and Steve who still haven’t grasped the 21st century quite yet, almost collapse in laughter. After it died down, Tony guided Percy to his new room.