Percy POV

I vapor travelled to my apartment in New York. I wasn't really sure what to do, I mean I can't just walk in and say "hey" because mum will freak out and bash me with a frying pan.

I settle on knocking, so I knock and wait hoping that things will turn out for the best.

"Hello?" My mum is standing at the door looking as beautiful as ever, trying to determine whether or not I am real. A tentative hand reaches forward and pokes my chest to make sure that I am real.

After a moment's silence she pulls me into a hug and we just stay like that until Paul comes and silently joins us.

We pull apart and mum says "come in, I have cookies. so sit down and tell me everything!"

I walk inside and sit at the table and start inhaling cookie after cookie like a vacuum cleaner. I tell them about me being kidnapped, some parts of our quest (leaving out the worst parts) tell her that Annabeth and I fell into tartarus. At this point I stare at her, she gets the message 'don't ask about Tartarus'. I finish by telling her bits about the final battle, my friends deaths, and my talk with the gods.

My mum simply nods at me in understanding, "Go off to your room you must be tired."

I stalk up to my room and immediately fall asleep, as soon as my eyes close memories of Tartarus drift to my conscious. I am too tired to even complain as I relive my worse moments.

-the next day-

I wake up to the smell of pancakes and instantly jump out of bed. I don't even bother to get dressed as I walk out of my room in boxers and a blue singlet. I nod my head in good morning as I sit down and devour my pancakes.

Once I finish I wordlessly walk to my bedroom and get dressed, being careful not to look at my reflection in the mirror.

I walk back out to the kitchen.

"I am going for a walk." I say

"Okay, be safe!" Mum calls out cheerfully.

"Like that'll happen." I mutter to myself as I walk out the door and down the stairs. I always take the stairs as the elevators make me claustrophobic which reminds me of Tartarus.

I reach the welcome doors and step out into the busy street.

Natasha POV

We turn another corner heading to the kid's mum's apartment. Maybe she can tell us where he is, our records don't have anything on him other than his mum's apartment. I mean really! How did this kid keep all of his information so confidential!!

I can see the apartment block right in front of us. Suddenly a smoking hot boy steps through the doors and walks in the opposite direction to us.

"Well that was easy, there he is. So let's knock him out and bring him back to headquarters." Tony whispers. Steve hits him.

"He's a kid!! we can't hurt him!"

"Besides we can't just beat him up with all of these people around!" Clint reasons, he always puts things in perspective for the rest of the group.

Nowadays everyone has heard of 'the avengers' so if I am waking anywhere in my normal clothes I have millions of people swarming me asking for an autograph... Tony loves all of the attention, on the other hand I find it infuriating.

Right now we were decked out in disguises, and the plan was to change back into our hero gear as we talked to the kid. So that he knew that we meant business and weren't some phonies.

"Why don't we follow him, hopefully he is going somewhere more private. Once we get there we can interrogate him." Bruce suggests. We all glance at each silently agreeing to the new plan.

Not wasting anymore time we stalk after the black-haired teen, keeping in the shadows so that we aren't as easily noticed.

We walk for what seems like hours when finally he stops and opens a rickety old gate. I take a look around, by now it is about 5pm so the sun is just starting to set. I make a mental note that we are the only ones here.

The boy keeps walking until he suddenly stops and kneels in front of eight gravestones. Only then did I realize that we were in a cemetery.

We watch from about fifty meters away, being careful to stick to the trees and not make ourselves that noticeable. He lowers his head and whispers to the graves, I am too far away so I can't quite hear what he is saying but I can see a few silent tears running down his face so it must be very emotional for him.

I look at Steve, Tony, Clint and Bruce (Thor wasn't there because he said 'I will not attack him, besides my presence there will only make him more alert and he won't hold back'. We all started to get suspicious that maybe Thor knew the kid) We all look at each other with a silent message 'start the plan'.