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demigodgooglesearches:

if percy and Peter parker met, in a universe where both the avengers and demigods exist but demigods still aren’t known about, what would happen (pls write a fic)

“How did you do that?” Peter and Percy said at the same time, both moving to cover their mouths.

“No seriously-“ they once again, spoke at the same time. “Okay, I’ll go first.” They both said, again.

Peter shuts his mouth, and points at Percy as a sign for the other guy to speak, mask clutched in hand and unruly brown hair flopping into his eyes.

“Okay. I’m Percy… Jackson. And, well…” Percy scratched the back of his neck, an awkward smile gracing his face, the skin around his brilliant sea green eyes creasing. “I’m a demigod.” He said, touching the tip of riptide’s blade so that it retracted back into pen form, and stowed it into his pocket.

Peter’s eyes widened and he looked shyly down at his hands, before bringing his gaze back up to look at the taller teenager.

“Parker… Peter, Peter Parker.” He stammered, feeling just as awkward as Percy in that moment. Not just because he was talking to a guy who must be the son of Poseidon because of the sick way he controlled the river, but because he was unmasked in front of a total stranger. “And, well…”

“You’re Spider-Man.” Percy smirked as Peter shrugged. “Aren’t you a little far from Queens?”

“Thought I’d try something new while Mr. Stark is out on a mission with the Avengers.” Peter replied, looking out over the building tops to see the silhouette of the Empire State Building. “I didn’t think it would involve fighting some giant sea snake.” Percy laughed, running a hand through his jet black locks.

“Yeah, you never really expect to be doing it until it happens.” The demigod replied, smiling at the younger man.

“So… I guess considering you’re around, that means there must be other-“

“Demigods-“

“Yeah.”

Peter kicked his legs back and forth over the edge of the roof, paying no mind that a fall from that height could kill a normal person, because he wasn’t normal.

And neither was Percy.

“So…” Peter looked at the green eyed boy, questions heavy on his mind. Percy raised a questioning brow. “Why… can I see all of these monsters, and civilians can’t? Because while we were fighting, I know they didn’t see what I could.”

“There’s this thing, called the Mist. It hides godly monsters from mortal eyes-“ Percy considered Peter for a moment before continuing “and you must be one of the rare mortals to be able to see past it.”

“That’s weird to think about.” Peter gave a breathy laugh, his attention taken by a far-off car alarm.

“Yeah… you get used to it after a while.” Peter was quiet for a moment, before replying, standing up, and putting on his mask.

“I hate to cut this short, Percy… but my Da-“ Peter cut off, stuttering “I-I mean Mr. Stark just informed me that if I’m not at the Tower by the time the Avengers get back, he will quote ‘kick my ass out of Midguard.’” The young hero snorted. “He’s been spending too much time with Thor.”

“I guess this changes everything.” Percy says as Peter’s about to jump off the roof.

“I guess it does… see you around, Percy.” And then Spider-Man was gone, swinging out over the streets of New York.

Percy sighed.

He had a lot of explaining to do for Annabeth.

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