Tony Stark POV

My hand ran through my hair as I let my drink slam onto the table, "Bro. We talked about this. It's not cool to bring half-dead things into my tower! First, it was that spider thingy and now this?"

"First of all, Peter was dying. Second, so is this kid! Either you can help me get him stable or leave." He yells at me. Dang, he's serious about this. Few times he has yelled at me without hulking out.

"What happened to him?" I inquire.

He runs around a dead looking, black hair boy. He suddenly sticks an IV into his left arm. I look over to the computer to see Jarvis already scanned the poor kid, he also was keeping track of his vitals. He was also running some sort of test on this black liquid. I walk down a few steps to a sunken in area where the Jolly Green Giant is.

"Bruce," I say again, now cornering him where he is taking blood from the kids right arm. "What can I do to help?"

"Look at the scans Jarvis took. We need to figure out what poison he took. It is starting to shut down his systems."

I wandered over to the computer and started to look at Jarvis's findings. The boy started to run a high fever and his heartbeat was slowing down. The poison was quickly identified as cicuta douglasii, just as the boy started to shake.

"His body is going into shock!" Bruce shouted. He quickly began to deliver CPR.

"The poison is cicuta douglasii!" I tell him, as I look for the antidote. My voice falters, "There is no antidote..."

"We just need to stabilize him. We need to secure the airway. He is going to have seizures. For that we need prophylaxis. Jarvis, warn us if any of his vitals changed. We only have 15 minutes until he dies."

We quickly went to work and within 5 minutes we have him stable. There is a tube down his throat to help him breathe. Just as we finish up, Capsicle enters the room.

"Jarvis said there was an injured boy in here. What happened?" Ugh, why did Jarvis tell Stars and Stripes?

Bruce thankfully answered for me, "I found him in an alleyway taking some poison."

"Wait, did you just say this boy willingly took this poison?" I questioned while pouring myself a drink.

"Tony, you probably shouldn't be having another drink. Do you know anything about this kid, Bruce?"

"No, I just knew he was trying to kill himself and the tower was the closer than a hospital. It was logical to bring him here where we could help."

"This tower isn't meant to be a hospital. We can't just keep bringing in strangers, it can be a safety issue. This kid is the last one okay?" Steve told him.

I downed my drink and started to pour another but Steve took the bottle from me. I just grabbed another from under the counter.

I pulled the cap off with my teeth and stated, "Well he needs someone to stay with him for tonight at least. We have him stable but there is no telling when he will wake or what it has done to him."

"I can stay with him. I brought him here. We have no idea what kind of state he might be mentally."

Capsicle seemed to think of it, "I can take the second watch if you want. It's almost two a.m., I'll be down in three hours. If you need me, I'm going to be in the training room."

He started to head towards the elevator as I called out, "Punching a bag won't make the pain go away!"

"At least I'm not drinking my life away..." I heard him say under his breath.

I rolled my eyes and took another swig of my drink. This is going to be a long week.

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It has been three weeks since the night we found the kid. They have been long and tiring. The whole team is worried about him, even though they have never had a conversation with him. I had Jarvis run his fingerprints through the system. Our mystery boy is Perseus Jackson. He was nineteen and his mom and step-father disappeared about a month ago.

Perseus has quite a file in SHIELD. Even though he has had a lot of acts of terrorism, SHIELD barely has anything on him. The only reason why we haven't called them is because of Thor. He swears that Perseus is a "good guy", and our "mortal eyes cannot see the greatness of this boy". No idea what he means. Honestly, he seems to be going crazy. Apparently, Odin has decided it would be a great idea if Loki comes and joins the Avengers. Something about Loki being controlled and a bunch of other crap.

Even if Loki was controlled, he is still a douche. He has no right to be in my tower.

Sadly, he was coming soon. He, for some reason, is very interested in Perseus. Even though Perseus hasn't moved since we found him.

I sigh just thinking about it. It's really sad how this kid tried to take his life. He doesn't seem to have a good one either. That is if you base it off of his scars. We had to take his shirt off to get better access to his lungs. He was covered in many different scars; whip marks, burn, stab wounds etc. When Natasha saw it, she was shocked. I thought I would never see her like that. She claimed she had never seen so many scars on one person.

I was so into my thoughts I barely heard him groan.

"Jarvis! Call Bruce, I think our guest is awakening."

I quickly rushed to his side and barely heard him mumble out the word, "Water"

Bruce ran into the room followed by Thor and Loki, who had just arrived. I grabbed the glass of water by the table and was ready to help Perseus drink it. Instead, he just took it and poured it over his bare chest.

"More... please." He demanded.

Suddenly a big glass of water was handed to him. Of all people in the room, it was Loki who gave it to him.

Bruce quietly observed him, "Perseus, how do you feel?"

He took a gulp of water, "I feel like crap, why am I still alive?"

"I found you in the alleyway and brought you here to help you. Why did you take the poison?"

He narrowed his eyes, which made me want to run for the hills. Loki widened his eyes and looks to Thor. Apparently, his brother never told him Perseus attempted suicide.

"I do not want to talk about it." His voice was low and dangerous, "I need to go."

He threw off his blanket and went to swing off his legs off of the bed. He paused and his eyes filled with confusion and pain.

"I can't feel my legs. I can't move them. Why can't I move them?" He was starting to shake. This poor kid...

Bruce ran his hand through his hair, "The poison you took, it had side effects. One was paralysis."

Thor looked like I ate his last Pop Tart, a sad and mad child. A very dangerous combination. Expect for he hates Pop Tarts, so I guess this comparison wouldn't work.

Perseus took a shaky breath, "Will I be able to walk again?"

"It just depends on if your nervous system can heal itself."

"Perseus," Thor's loud voice entered, "what happened? We have not heard about the last war in Asgard yet."

"For one, it is Percy. Just Percy. And second, I am never going to talk about that."

"What war went on recently?" Capsical entered the conversation along with Natasha and Clint.

"There hasn't been a major war since the Battle of New York. All countries seem to be preparing for something." Natasha added in.

"It doesn't matter. Can we please stop talking about it?" Percy had I look that I know. Heck, I see it every time I look in a mirror. He needs help.

"Guys, back off. I'm going to look into getting Percy a sick wheelchair and how to repair his nervous system. Clint, can you get the kid a shirt? Bruce, please stay and help me. Everyone else, please give us some space. The kid just woke up after being in a coma for three weeks!"

Thankfully everyone left us alone. Bruce was getting Percy ready for a scan of his nervous system. I was looking at different designs of wheelchairs.

I was so lost in my work, Bruce had to tap my shoulder to get my attention. He told me dinner was ready and asked me to take a break. I just shrugged him off, I'm so close to getting something for Percy.

I finally got a working design around three a.m. I've been working on this since noon. I didn't even bother going to my room. I just found a blanket and curled up on the floor.