Previously:
"You are hanging out with the Avengers?" Tartarus asked, interested. "Can I come back along with you when you finish here?"

"Of course!" I said. "We're having some kind of team activity, you can help me see how they work all together."

"Great! Now come fix our builders!" Nico said, exasperated.

"Percy?"

"Yes, Tartarus?"

"How are we getting there while we have young Peter with us?"

I froze in my steps. Going back to New York from Ogygia just became a little more difficult.

Fixing Leo's and Beckandorf's problem had been easy. I just built another forge with my minor powers of creation and everything was good.

"Why can't Percy just open a portal door like he did at my school to get here?" Peter asked.

"Because it only works with places I have a connection to." I explained. "I can open a door to Ogygia but not to anywhere else. And we can't just flash there, you'd burn up in transit."

Peter's face paled. "Yeah, I'd prefer to be uncrispy, thank you."

"Is Luke coming back with us?" Tartarus asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Hm? Oh, no. He's got to relieve Nico of leadership. Poor guy's at the end of his string." I went back to trying to figure out how to get us and Peter to New York. I didn't have a chariot and we didn't have any teams even close to New York right now because I wanted to introduce the Avengers to my Hunt on my own time. So that means no to the tent portals. "I really didn't think this through, did I?"

"Why don't you open a door portal to camp?" Tartarus suggested.

"Huh?" I blinked.

"You are the primordial of demigods. The camps fall under your domain." Tartarus pointed out.

"...oh."

Tartarus rolled his eyes. "Let's go, Runt." He walked up to me, grabbed my shoulder, and pulled me in the direction of a bungalow. He'd taken to calling me that recently. I have found that I don't hate it. Not that I'd tell Tartarus that ever.

It took a few tries but I was able to open a door to the attic of the Blue House—of all places. Even more souvenirs cluttered the space than the last time I was there. The old stool where the mummy version of the oracle of Delphi used to sit was still by the window, only now it had some kind of bow sitting there. I was sure if I did some digging, I would find the scarf Annabeth and I retrieved on our first quest.

"Goodness, there are preservation spells all over the place." Tartarus said, blinking rapidly.

"You can see them?" Peter asked curiously.

Tartarus nodded. "Percy can too."

"Part of being a deity." I shrugged. "Let's go before someone sees us."

"That'll be difficult." Tartarus said, pointing to me with an amused look on his face.

I looked down and realized I was in my Hunt's usual white and gold armor. The entire camp would recognize me in this. My armor melted away to a black T-shirt and cargo shorts. "How's that?"

"Might as well change form too." He said. "You're still too recognizable like that."

I sighed. My hair shortened into a blond buzz cut, my build bulked up, filling in my shirt some more. "You should de-age."

Tartarus always took on a twenty-something year old form when around me. It fit his own mental space with me as an older brother since I always appeared to be in my late teens. Now he shrunk a few inches to just above me; we looked the same age now.

"Woah." Peter said, staring at the both of us with wide eyes.

"I know. So cool. Let's go." I opened the door to the attic and climbed down. "With any luck, Chiron will be out teaching archery and the new camp director will actually be doing their job."

"Who's the new camp director?" Tartarus asked.

"Some guy called—Dionysus?" There he was, loud leopard print shirt and everything. "What are you doing here?"

Mr. D narrowed his eyes at me. "Mr. Perry Johnson." He sniffed. "I am 'actually doing my job,' as you so kindly put it."

"What happened to Kevin?" I demanded, not fazed by his sarcastic comment. "Why are you camp director again?"

"I'm sure I don't know what happened to Kevin. Whether or not he got a job at the college in New Rome is none of my business. As for me, well, father didn't appreciate my attempts to hold parties on Olympus every night so he grounded me again."

"Every night, Mr D? Really?"

"I was celebrating! Anyway, it doesn't matter now, I'm here."

That's when I noticed what was in his hands. "Zeus didn't give you a wine restriction?" I asked.

Dionysus glanced at the wine bottle in his hands. "Oh, no. Isn't that nice? Another 100 years without wine would have been miserable."

"Yeah, well, you're gonna have to be miserable." I said, perturbed. "No alcohol in a camp full of minors, thank you." I reached out and tapped the bottle, which turned into a can of Diet Coke.

Dionysus grumbled and walked off.

"Zeus really needs to come up with another way to ground him." I muttered as I led the way outside. "Once we're past the camp borders, I'll get you a ride, Pete. Tartarus, can you fly?"

"No, but I can manage."

I didn't bother asking what he meant; we had just crossed the hill that featured Thalia's tree and the Golden Fleece. "Hi, Peleus."

A low rumble sounded from the dragon's belly. He snorted some smoke in our direction.

I took a breath and let out one of my taxi cab whistles. As I watched the sky for my friend, I saw Tartarus from the corner of my eye stomp heavily. A crack in the earth opened, and a very big scaly beast climbed out.

"Is that a dragon?" Peter asked.

"Why so surprised? You just met Peleus." I gestured to the dragon wrapped around Thalia's pine tree. His head perked up at the sound of his name.

"I just never thought I'd see two of them in the same day." Peter murmured.

I shrugged as Blackjack landed and trotted up to greet me. "Meet Blackjack."

"A pegasus ?" Peter squeaked.

"Hey, Boss. Who's this?"

"This is Peter Parker." I said. "He'll be riding you to Stark Tower."

Blackjack eyed the webbed hero carefully. "Sure thing, Boss. What about you?" My gold wings erupted from my back. "Right, I forgot about those."

"This is the best day of my life." Peter's voice went up in pitch the more he spoke. "I'm riding on a pegasus, I saw two dragons, I visited Ogygia, and met the god of wine. This can't get any better!"

"Just two dragons? I'll have to fix that." Blackjack said, backing up to a safe distance before his form melded into his dragon shape.

Peter's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open in shock.

"Blackjack can turn into a dragon." I said needlessly.

My last adventure was to a world with dragons and my sisters, the Fates, allowed him to retain the form he took there when we came back. He has too much fun switching back and forth sometimes.

Peter didn't answer me—or even move until Tartarus spoke up. "The mortals who can't see through the Mist generally see a plane and we never fly high enough to run into one. Now don't we have a training exercise to get to?"

Twenty minutes later, we were touching down on the roof of Stark Tower.

"That. Was. Awesome!" Peter said after dismounting. "Can we do that again sometime? Wait 'til Ned hears!"

"Sure, Pete." I said agreeably. "In fact, bring Ned and MJ next time."

"Awesome!" Again, his voice went up a few octaves.

No sooner had we said goodbye to our dragon friends (Tartarus just killed his—said it was faster that way), than Tony and Thor erupted out of nowhere, weapons blazing. Steve was not too far behind—coming from the door.

"Hey, guys!" I waved. "We're not late, are we? This is my brother, Tartarus. He'll be joining us today."

"Mr. Stark! You just missed it! We flew on dragons! It was so cool; Percy says Ned, MJ, and I can fly on them again sometime! Though, we may need a harness of something for them. I only didn't fall off because I could stick to him but—"

"Kid, slow down!" Tony said, putting away his armor. "That all sounds nice, but we thought we were being attacked. All we saw on the cameras were the dragons."

"And yes, you're late." Steve said, also relaxing. "We've been waiting for you for two hours."

"I had an emergency." I shrugged.

"I got to see his base!" Peter said, throwing his hands in the air. He was bouncing.

"Base?" Tony said. He turned to me, an almost hurt look on his face. "You haven't shown us your base yet."

"Is it just me or does Tony sound jealous?" I asked Thor.

"Indeed he does." Thor said, amused.

"Not a good look for you, Stark." I said even as he sputtered something about not being jealous. "What's the activity today?"

"Just a simple activity to help us figure each other out." Steve said, leading the way to the training area. "Obtaining the target without setting off any traps."

"Perfect, I can see more closely how you all work together." I said, rubbing my hands together.

"Percy, I think you're meant to participate." Tartarus said from behind me.

"Well, duh." I said. "But I'm also going to be watching them."

"We'll be watching each other." Steve said before Tartarus could join me in some brotherly bickering. We were now joining the others in the training room. "Since your brother is here, we'll be grouping together in threes, then go all together at the end."

"Sounds fun." I said. "I call Tartarus on my team!"

"And I call Percy." Natasha said quickly.

"Dogammit! I wanted Percy." Clint whined from across the room.

"Too slow." Natasha said, a smug smile just beneath the surface.

Each run was timed. Steve, Tony, and Clint were grouped together and obtained the glowing rubber ball which was the target in just under 10 minutes. They set off about a fourth of the traps, which I considered to be better than expected.

Thor, Peter, and Bruce as the Hulk made it in 25 minutes. They had to go slow because two thirds of their teams were not built for stealth. As a result of that, more than half of the traps were triggered.

Tartarus, Natasha, and I were the only group to make it in under five minutes. With no traps triggered, might I add.

Then it was time for all nine of us to go at the same time.

Somehow it was worse.

"Tony, you're supposed to go around to the left close to the ground, not in the air!"

"That's what the suit was built for, Nat!"

"I still say I could have taken out the motion sensors with a smoke arrow."

"For the last time, we wouldn't have been able to see either!" Poor Steve was at the end of his rope.

"There's no point to me taking them out with webs either, they shoot like Storm Troopers."

"Pete, the point is to not set them off at all." Tartarus said.

"I could have fried the—what are they called?"

"Circuits?" I supplied Thor.

"If you did that, there wouldn't have been a point to this team exercise! Now focus!" Steve called just before getting knocked out by a stunning beam from one of the mounted guns.