Percy was walking towards his apartment with his two cousins trailing behind him, deep in conversation. It had been three months since he had changed his appearance and name. He was currently living in an apartment with Nico, Thalia, and Hestia, who he called 'Aunt May'. He would have kept referring to her by her godly title but he didn't want to slip up in case someone came over. Nico and Thalia called her that as well. Their records showed that they were Hestia's foster children.

It was about two months ago when Percy had decided to take her advice and become a hero. He had made a suit and created his own type of spider-web that he used to get around. He mostly helped with small things around the city and never stuck around long enough for them to get a decent photo of his suit. He was eighty-seven percent sure that his cousins knew it was him in the suit but had decided not to say anything. He was one hundred percent certain Hestia knew but she didn't know that he knew she knew.

Lost in thought, Percy idly heard Thalia comment on the expensive car outside his apartment complex. As he unlocked the door to the apartment, he shoved the DVD player he had been carrying into Nico's arms, forcing him to hold it.

"Hey!" Nico cried, indignantly.

Percy walked through the door backward, his tongue stuck out mockingly. The three made their way through the small space, calling out greetings to Aunt May as they went.

"Hey, did you see the crazy car parked outsi-" Thalia started to ask before trailing off, speechless at the man sitting by Aunt May. Her cousins weren't any better. Both of their jaws were dropped, staring at the multi-billionaire.

"Mr. Parker, Ms. Grace, Mr. Di Angelo," Tony Stark greeted.

Surprisingly, Percy was the first to speak, his voice cracking slightly as he stuttered out a response, "What are you doing... Uh, hey. I'm Pe-Peter."

"Tony," came the reply, as if Peter didn't already know who he was.

"What are you doing here?" Nico asked, accusingly. Percy was wary as well. He knew from firsthand experience that powerful men coming to visit wasn't always a good thing.

"Nico, be nice," Aunt May warned. She too was wary of the mortal who had almost destroyed the world but at least she was better at hiding it.

"I gotta go with Nico on this one, Aunt May. Why would a billionaire be visiting us?" The way Thalia said it was a challenge, daring the older man to answer. She gave him a wolf glare and he shifted his eyes away almost immediately.

"I thought it was about time Mr. Parker and I met," Stark answered, his gaze focusing on Peter, who hadn't said a word since introducing himself.

The three teens (technically two teens and a senior citizen) tensed. Whenever someone wanted to meet Percy, it was normally never for a good reason. They almost always had an ulterior motive.

"And what do you want with Peter?" Thalia asked cautiously. She really didn't want to manipulate the Mist so soon after their fresh start.

"Apparently, Peter applied for a grant through the Stark Internship program," Aunt May said with narrowed eyes. Percy knew he didn't have her fooled and would most likely be getting a lecture later.

"You did? But you're just a Kelp Head," Nico snarked.

Percy ignored the comment.

"The September Foundation. Remember when you applied?" Stark reminded him. They both knew he had no idea what the older man was talking about. Peter nodded his head mutely. "Great, well, I approved so here we are."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Nico asked. He sounded slightly hurt.

"Yeah, you keeping secrets from us now Parker?" Thalia jibed but Percy knew his cousin well enough to recognize the pain in her eyes. He didn't blame her, they had made a vow to stick together and it seemed like he broke it by not telling them.

"I- I just didn't want you guys to get your hopes up in case I didn't get it," he defended. "What exactly did I apply for anyway?"

He had directed the question at Stark but he chose the wording to deliberately tip his cousins off that he had no idea what was going on.

"That's what I'm trying to hash out."

"Okay, ha-hash it out. Yeah," Peter tried to sound confident.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I can't believe she is someone's aunt," Stark turned the conversation away from the grant.

"Yes, well," Hestia said, sounding cold for the goddess of the hearth, "we come in all shapes and sizes."

Stark looked slightly put out by the change in mood. Before he could respond, Nico cut in, "Does the grant involve, like, money?"

"It's pretty well funded. Look who you're talking to kid," Tony answered Nico's question. He gestured to Peter. "Can I get five minutes with him?"

They looked reluctant to leave Percy with Stark but nodded his head minutely and they relaxed. Peter led him to the room that he shared with Nico. Peter was hyperaware of everything going on around him. He was especially aware of when Stark bolted the door shut but he wasn't particularly worried what with his family in the next room. Stark walked over to his trash can and spit out the walnut loaf Aunt May had offered him. Percy mentally raised his eyebrows. He wondered how Stark would react if he knew that he had just spit out food from a goddess.

Peter watched as Stark looked around his room before his gaze settled on his collection of old computers. Percy still didn't trust that he no longer had a demigod scent so he took his chances with the older tech instead of the new stuff.

"Whoa, what do we have here? Retro tech, huh? Thrift store? Salvation Army?" Stark asked.

"Uh, the trash," Peter admitted sheepishly.

"You're a dumpster diver," Tony stated.

"Yeah I was... listen I definitely did not apply for your grant."

"Ah, me first," Stark clapped his hands together and pulled out a high tech smartphone. Peter tensed as he played a clip of him as Spiderman, "Just a quick question of the rhetorical variety. That's you, right?"

Peter tried to play it cool. "Uh, no. What do you, what do you mean?"

Stark didn't look impressed, " Yeah. Look at you go. Wow! Nice catch. Three thousand pounds, forty miles an hour. That's not easy. You got mad skills."

Peter turned his back on Stark, despite his demigod instincts screaming at him not to. " That's all- That's all on Youtube, though, right? I mean, that's where you found that? Because you know that's all fake. It's all done on the computer."

Peter really should have listened to his demigod side because in his distraction he hadn't notice Stark poke at the ceiling where his suit was hidden until it was falling. He lunged for it and managed to throw the suit in his closet but he knew it was too late.

"So... you're the Spider...ling. Crime fighting spider... Spider-Boy?" The way Stark says it shows that it is not a question.

"Spiderman."

He scoffed, "Not in that onesie you're not."

Peter crossed his arms. He watched as Stark picked his suit. "It's not a onesie. I don't believe this. I was actually having a really good day today, you know, Mr. Stark. Didn't miss my train, this perfectly good DVD player was just sitting there and... algebra test. Nailed it!"

"Who else knows? Anybody?"

Peter hesitated for a second before deciding to tell the truth, "I don't think so."

"What does that mean?" Stark asked.

"I think my aunt and cousins know. At least my aunt. None of them have said anything about it. They're gonna know after you leave."

Stark raised an eyebrow, "You're going to tell them?"

"More like their going to force it out of me. There is no way they fell for any of the lies about the grant," Peter snorted.

Stark hummed noncommittally. " You know what I think is really cool? This webbing. That tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that?"

"I did."

"Climbing the walls, how're you doing that? Cohesive gloves?" Stark asked. He didn't give Peter any time to respond before he started to inspect the suit further. He exclaimed, "Can you even see in these?"

Peter huffed and grabbed the suit, "Yes. Yes, I can! I can. I can-I can see in those. Okay? It's just that... when whatever happened, happened... it's like my senses have been dialed to 11. There's way too much input, so... they just kinda help me focus."

Peter sat down in on the bottom bunk where his bed was located as Tony addressed him. " You're in dire need of an upgrade. Systemic, top to bottom. One hundred point restoration. That's why I'm here. Why are you doing this? I gotta know. What's your MO? What gets you outta that twin bed in the morning?"

Peter looked down at his hands. His ADHD started to kick in and he began fiddling with the suit, "Because... Because I've been me my whole life, and I've had these powers for three months. I read books, I build computers... And-and yeah. I would love to play football. But I couldn't then so I shouldn't now."

"Right, because you're different."

"Exactly. But I can't tell anybody that, so I'm not. When you can do the things that I can, but you don't... and then the bad things happen... they happen because of you," Peter explained. There was also what she had said but Stark knew nothing about that.

"So you wanna look out for the little guy. You want to do your part? Make the world a better place, all that, right?" Stark summed up.

"Yeah. Yeah just looking out... for the little guy. That's-That's what it is," Peter responded.

Stark walked closer to Peter. "I'm going to sit here so you move the leg." Peter shifted his leg to make room for him. Stark hesitantly put his hand on Peter's shoulder, "You got a passport?"

Peter looked at him bewilderedly, "Uh, no. I don't even have a driver's license."

"You ever been to Germany?" When Peter shook his head, Stark continued, "Oh, you'll love it."

"I can't go to Germany!" Peter protested.

"Why?

Percy deflected the question. He was suspicious again. "Why do you want me to go to Germany? Because I'm not even going to think about going until you explain."

Stark sighed. In that moment it seemed like he had aged ten years. "The Avengers need to be controlled. I'm sure you saw that mess with Rumlow and the subsequent Sokovia Accords where James Barnes blew up the building and killed a lot of people." He continued at Percy's silent nod, "The Sokovia Accords are about controlling the Avengers. I agree with them, Cap doesn't. When Barnes was captured, Steve helped him escape even after he had harmed the psychiatrist that was given. I've been given forty-eight hours to bring him in or else things will turn a lot uglier. Cap is my friend and I want to help him before this becomes even messier."

Percy thought about it for a few minutes, going over his options. He sighed, "I-I'm sorry Mr. Stark. I need a little bit to think about this. What you're asking me to do... fight against Captain America... Just give me an hour to think about it. I need to talk to my family an-and figure things out."

Stark looked surprised for a moment before he smiled tightly. Percy felt bad for him, he really did but he did not want to enter another fight without all of the information first. Stark looked down at his watch.

"I can give you thirty minutes. If you do decide to help, have a small bag packed."

Tony exited his room. His family was sitting on the couch, waiting for them to come out.

"I hope you decide to come, Peter. Ms. Parker, you've got one special kid," Tony inclined his head. He left through the front door without another word.

The moment the door swung closed, Peter whirled around and stared at his cousins, panic-stricken.

"You've got thirty seconds to explain, Jackson," Thalia growled lowly.

Percy's eyes widened as he realized that he probably wouldn't have to worry about his decision because Thalia would kill him first.

Yay! New chapter! Also the longest one at 2.2k. Sorry, I haven't updated in a month but school has been hectic.

To address the whole 'Peter' vs 'Percy' thing, basically what I'm going to do is use Peter whenever he is interacting with MCU characters and acting like the MCU Spiderman. Like when he is talking to Tony or at school. In that setting, he is expected to be Peter so that's what he is going to be called. When he's acting like Percy and the movie's course is altered he will be called Percy. Like when his demigod instincts kick in or he is with his cousins. Of course, that doesn't mean that Peter and Percy are two completely separate personalities. They are the same person but with the name change and changes in the movie, it's easier to show where the differences are. The same goes with Hestia. When she is acting more like the godess she will be called Hestia and when she is acting more like the MCU character she will be called Aunt May.

I hope that made sense.

So as you can see this is where we already start to diverge from CA: CW as Percy makes important decisions. Please comment and vote. Thank you to everyone who has read this story. I never expected to get 100 reads much less 9,000.

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