A/N:

Hello! 

On a scale of Marvel, how are you feeling today?

  I'm a 12, lol.

Also, I'm sorry for not updating in a while, I took a break from Wattpad for a bit, but now I'm back! :)

Leo's POV:

I was currently trying to annoy Katie. I was doing a good job, she looked as if her head was about to explode.

"Shawty get down!" I yelled as I threw a pencil from my toolbelt at her.

"Oh, my gods! Why are you being so annoying?" she shouted.

"Peace was never an option," I said.

"Stop referencing things," she said.

"No, I don't think I will."

"Go buy a puzzle at the camp shop or something if you need to do something."

"I only have 69 cents."

"I thought you said you said you had seven dollars."

"I spent it on a Valentino white bag."

"You what?"

"But piper got lipstick in it."

"Piper doesn't even wear makeup."

"But Jason makes her want to act like a girl; paint her nails and wear high heels."

"He does?"

"Yeah, he's levitating."

"you're making no sense."

"Whatever you say makes absolutely no sense at all."

"You know what? I'm done, see you later, Leo." Katie said, getting up and walking off.

"Oh yeah! One down, like, 250 more to go!" 

Tony's POV:

  I was in my lab, working on my newest invention: jetpack shoes. Think the iron man suit, but only the feet.

  It was awesome, I was almost done with my third version of the design, and was getting ready to test them out.

  I finished putting the last tiny screw into the bottom of the shoe and put down my screwdriver. I picked up the shoes and put them on the ground. I was about to sit down and put them on, but all of a sudden, dum-E started spraying Carbon-Dioxide all over me.

  "I haven't even put them on yet!" I exclaimed. Dum-E just tilted his head. . . hand. . . grabber thing. . .? I don't know what to call it, but he tilted it.

  Just then, I heard a bang coming from the ceiling, and a faint scream. "What the fulcrum?"

 Suddenly, Clint fell out of the vent grille on my ceiling covered in blue spray paint, panting very loudly. "Uh. . . you okay there?" I asked.

  "Yup, juuuuust peachy," he said, with a slight wince.

  "Oh, good, then can you please get out of my lab, I'm trying to do something here," I said.

  "Why are you covered in shaving cream?" 

  "I- why do you need to know?" 

  "I know all." said clint, making a weird motion with his hands, that looked like he was trying (and failing miserably) to do one of Dr. Strange's weird spells.

  "Clearly you don't."

  "You're just jealous."

  "Of what?"

  "My all-knowingness."

  "No, I'm not. Now leave before I decide to pull another prank on you."

  "Oh right! I forgot we were still doing that... now that you mention it, my slime is probably still in the vents." 

  "WHAT!" I exclaimed.

  "That's my cue! See ya tony!" Clint yelled, sprinting out of the room.

  "My vents. . . my tower. . . I WILL END YOU BARTON!" I screamed.

  "Not if I end him first." Said Nat, popping her head out of the vent the Clint had previously fallen out of. I yelped and threw a screwdriver at her head. "What the heck Tony!" She exclaimed, catching it before it hit her.

  "Uhh. . . reflexes?" I said, terrified for my life.

  "You know, I was gonna Barton, but maybe I'll end you first."

  I squeaked and ran out of my lab. Yes, I know, it was not my finest moment.  

  I ran all the way to Steve's room. I took the stairs because they were closer to me at the time than the elevator. Why I ran to steve's room, I don't know. Maybe it's because he was one of the only people who weren't doing the prank war.

  I wasn't actually planning on opening the door or even knocking, but Steve must've heard me because he opened his door. We awkwardly stared at each other for a few moments.

  "So. . . uh, can I help you?" Steve looked very confused.

  "Yes- uh, I mean no, or. . . I don't know."

  "Mood," Peter shouted from inside Steve's room.

  "Wha- Peter why are you in Steve's room?"

  "Mr. Rogers is just helping me with my history homework, but we're not really getting anything done, because he keeps breaking out into long, detailed stories whenever he hears something that reminds him of something else that happened to him." 

  "Hey, now, stories are important, you have to listen to your elders. Son, back in my day-"

   "We walked seven miles to school every day, rain or shine, hot or cold, and we were grateful," said Peter, waving his pointer finger around, trying to mimic Steve.

  I tried to hold back my laughter, but it didn't work and I ended up snorting. Steve looked very offended. But my snort quickly turned into a mix between a yelp, and a screech as I saw Nat come barreling towards me from the other side of the hallway.

  "Mr. Stark, you didn't tell me you were part llama!"

  "Well, why else do you think he built his tower in the shape of a llama?" Steve said.

   "Steve, I will kill you later, right now, I have to run for my life."

  "What? Ooooh," Steve had just realized Nat running towards us. 

 "Yup, bye!" I said, taking off, sprinting to the end of the hallway towards the elevator. I got to the elevator and frantically pushed the down button. Luckily the elevator wasn't being used by anyone else at the time, so it came within the first five seconds I called it.

  I hopped inside the elevator and pushed the close doors button fast and repeatedly. Natasha was still running at me, she was almost there. The elevator doors finally closed, not even seconds before she could reach me.

  I took a deep breath. "I should really try to do more running," I whispered to myself, a little surprised that I was already a bit tired.

  I had escaped at, but not for long, because as long as I was in the tower, she would find me. Where can I go outside of the tower where she won't find me until she's cooled off? I asked myself. Suddenly, a wonderful idea dawned on me.

  I should go to camp half-blood!

  And I could even take my red shiny plane. I would impress Leo, annoy Nico, and escape Nat. It was a win-win! 

  I pressed the garage button at the very bottom of the long line of buttons on the right side of the elevator. "Friday, cancel that meeting I have scheduled for this afternoon."

  "Of course Boss," she responded. "But may I warn you, Ms. Potts will not be very thrilled."

  "Okay, tell her she can reschedule it whenever she wants I guess."

  "I'm on it," she responded in her usual roboty voice.

  "Thanks, Fri."

  "My pleasure."

  I got to the basement and walked over to my private plane. I remembered all the bolts I went through to build that thing. I smiled and grabbed the keys for it off of a rack of keys on the wall next to the door. 

  I pressed a button, and the stairs dropped down, and the doors opened. I stepped inside. It smelled like popcorn and machine oil. Interesting. I thought as I opened the door to the cockpit and sat down. I buckled my seatbelt and put on my headset.

  "Friday, open the garage."