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18,000 views - 6-4-16

You guys don't need to know how amazing I was at working out at the gym. I just did it. Afterwards, I showered, because no one like a sweaty guy that smells like a week old pizza wrapped in gym shorts to be chilling around Stark Tower. I quickly made my way up to the top floor, as my meeting time with Wanda was fast-approaching. When I got up there though, she was already there.

"Hey." I said simply. "So... Care to explain what's going on?"

"I'll make it quick for you Percy." Her accent listed her words. "I am a legacy of Trivia or Hecate, I was raised alongside Lupa's pack but returned to Russia for my family when my sister died. I know of the world behind the Mist and I know the importance you have to it."

"So, why didn't you ever return to Camp Jupiter?" I asked slowly.

Wanda looked to her hands, almost shamefully. "My parents were disgusted that I was attending school with Americans, if I did go they'd disown me. I had to find my own."

I looked to the ground thoughtfully. I'd never thought that a family would refuse entry to a place that was designed to look after them and teach them, well, I also guess that was what school was supposed to do and look how that turned out.

"Anyway, the past is the past and when someone only thinks of the dead, then with the dead they'll stay." Wanda said determinedly, clenching her fists.

"Wanda... I'm looking for someone, a spirit actually, she's very close to me but she's escaped from the Underworld and I need help finding her a body. Can you help in some way?"

Wanda was quiet for a moment, then she sighed and closed her eyes, a few strands of air floated when she did that. "Fine. I will do what I can, but everyone expects children of your Hecate to bring the dead back to the land of the living. That's the job of a Hades child."

"She's already in the land of the living, and I have a Hades kid."

"Well then, Percy Jackson, I will see what I can do."

...

Dinner didn't go to plan of how I expected.

For example, when I arrived, I realised I was not the last despite being about twenty minutes after the time. Natasha was sullenly stabbing her food like the way she stabbed it no longer held the joy of stabbing food to the death. Clint was absent so were Thor and Tony. Steve was sitting quietly at the table, working his way through his lamb and mashed potatoes with peas. Wanda looked up at me, her composure having no sign of our previous chat.

"Pietro needed to go to Paris for a second, he should be back in a few moments, Vision is absent, Thor should be arriving soon." She went back to her food.

"Tony's coming up." Bruce said suddenly appearing, shrugging off his lab coat. Shouldn't he be doing that in his lab? "Sam said he may be able to make it."

"Underoos is coming with his best friend." Tony appeared from the same direction as Bruce. Had they made a teleportation machine?

There was a collective groan at this, whoever 'Underoos' 'friend' was, there had been some previous dealings in the past that hadn't gone so well.

"I'm not late." A heavily accented voice protested, I whirled around and spotted an older (or younger, depending on which movie you watch) version of Jack Frost wearing blue and white speedos and some nice running shoes, the same colour as his speedo getup.

"Yes you are." Wanda frowned, I realised the similarities between the accents and concluded this must be the infamous twin, Pietro. The guy who almost died in Russia but then didn't.

"In Paris, I'm not, in fact, I might've just made lunch."

"But we aren't in Paris, are we?" Wanda teased and the twins embraced.

"You are right on that one, little sister." Pietro tossed back flippantly, walking to the table, Wanda's eyes narrowed.

"Twelve minutes." She muttered, but it almost sounded like a curse.

I was standing somewhat near the table, figuring out how easily I could get the food and if anyone would notice it were blue when Pietro came over to me.

"Pietro Maximoff." He held out his hand, "and you must be the famous, Percy Jackson."

"Uh yes." I went to join the handshake but Pietro moved away, suddenly sitting next to his sister's seat, his plate loaded.

"Too slow." He grinned cheekily. "I guess you just didn't see that coming." The way he spoke, I guessed there was some kind of punch line for everyone, but all I got was a collection of sighs and muttered chuckles.

"Don't you let Clint hear that." Natasha teased, "he'll be getting all offended that you're spreading your joke around." Pietro just stuck his tongue out and ate his food at a very blurry speed, humming a time.

"Pietro stop!" Wanda complained, she was holding a fork halfway to her mouth, on it, a pile of peas . "You're making me sick!"

"Sorry sis." Pietro grinned. "But there's no sleep for the dead. I'll see you soon." He briefly kissed the cheek of his sister before zipping out. I noticed that Pietro left behind a stunned silence. They were all hit by his words. Wanda the hardest, her eyes were flooded with tears, she dropped her fork to the plate, sending the peas spilling over the table. Her head fell into her hands and she suppressed sobs.

I was about to make a move to comfort her when a messy-haired guy dressed in blacks slammed against the glass, floor-to-ceiling windows with a dull thud. Natasha leaped up, her chair sliding backwards and clattering to the floor. Bruce back to the wall furtherest away. Tony's Iron Man hand appeared out of nowhere and Steve jumped up, wielding his shield.

"Steve!" I said sharply. "No weapons at the table."

Everyone seemed to settle down after that. That was, until, a guy in a red suit who was piggybacking the brown-haired guy, pulls out a long, Japanese sword, a katana and slices it through the window.

It began pretty imminent that he was slicing and entry through the window when a rectangle of glass fell inwards, shattering all over the floor. "Deadpool." Tony grumbled. "Always the one for subtle entrances."