"They are nothing like us! Stark you lied!"

"Come on! Deadshot is totally Barton! Look at his aim!"

"You know Stark, there's a slight difference between bows and guns!"

"Yeah, Natasha's totally Deadshot."

"Then who's Harley!?"

"You!"

"I'm El Diablo!" Stark protested, seemingly affronted by the mere suggestion.

"You're El Idioto!"

Natasha hit them on the back of the head.

Movie night was going well.

It's been just over five weeks since the 'Morpheus-Incident' or, as Stark called it, the 'Percy-becoming-bad ass-and-bitch slapping-a-God-incident' (he hadn't seemed to process that the teen living in his tower was, in fact, also a God. But it was a work-in-progress) and the team had gotten mostly back to normal. Sure there were flashbacks and nightmares and full weeks in the gym with no sleep, but that was OK, because there were also movie nights and days trying to cook (because 'I'm not going to just summon food for you whenever you want Stark! Or you Barton!') and the subsequent clean up under Pepper or JARVIS' watchful eyes and days of art and play and paintball.

Life was good for the heroes.

"I could totally take them."

"Oh yeah?! You gonna barge in on the Croc with a bow and arrow!"

"I couldst best these heroes and heroine with one swing of mine hammer!" Thor was a little overenthusiastic.

"Yeah, my home boy Thor could destroy that 'sorceresses' storm with might Molny!" Star was a 'little' drunk.

"Mjolnir, friend Stark."

"Whatever. We could totally take them."

"What you think Percy?" They turned to the previously silent God.

He bit his lip, thinking about the question. Pondering his answer, it looked like he was going to tell them how immature they were being and put a stop to it.

"My storms are totally better." He stated. Natasha face-palmed while Clint and Tony high-fived.

"I give up." Muttered the deadly assassin as Thor bit his lip, concentrating to put in the next movie without breaking the disk (don't ask).

They'd chosen Legally Blond.

She went to get another drink.

XX

Nick Fury walked in.

The movie turned off.

The Avengers turned around.

"I was enjoying this."

"New mission. Bots in the square. Bring the kid."

They got going. "Still not a kid." No one acknowledged the muttering.

Thor and Stark flew while the assassins took a bike,  Steve and Percy ran (because why not) and Bruce stayed behind.

"ETA 1 minute," Steve's voice crackled over the comms,"Iron Man, Thor? What's your position?"
"Turning the corner, Capsicle, we'll be kicking ass in a few seconds."

"Hawkeye, Widow?"
"Right next to you, Captain."

"How many do you see Iron Man?"

"JARVIS says 23, Cap."

"OK. Thor, Iron Man, you do preliminary attack, deal with the bots on the outskirts of the group then retreat. Widow, you get the leader, don't stop for any others and don't be seen, Hawkeye, cover her. P-The Kid," Percy grimaced, "and I will attack the main group and wash out the few left, we'll come in only after Widow has done it. Clear?"

"Yes Sir."
"Sure."
"Roger that, Rogers."

"Understood, good leader.

"Done."

And off they went.

The robots barely had a chance to react as the first they saw of the Avengers was Thor's lightning severing three of their heads from their bodies and frying two others while Iron Man's repulser beams nailed two others and clipped some more, the heat sizzled through their metal armour and destroyed their wiring.

They retreated quickly, flying back, only injury being a lucky shot to Iron Man's suit, nothing but cosmetic damage. Tony still cursed them.

Then there was nothing for a minute, the robots were in turmoil as they shot in all directions looking for their colourful attackers, then their leader fell. There was a bot in the middle, slightly bigger and better armoured than the others, and it went down. It's mechanical eyes dimmed and it fell to the asphalt, dead.

And before the other bots could even process it Cap and Percy were on them, cutting and punching through their ranks until there were only a couple left.

Then it went wrong.

The bigger one wasn't the leader. Just as they finished off the bots, the next wave arrived.

Iron Man was the first to go down, a grappling shot grabbed onto and cut into the leg of his suit, pulling him down to earth. Then it was Romanov, taking down 7 of them before they surrounded her. After that it was Steve then Thor. Then Percy snapped.

It was too familiar. Somewhere between slashing, dodging and watching his teammates fall to the ground, the urban streets of New York shifted to that fatal battlefield of Greece. His moves became more urgent and his strikes more deadly.

Someone shouted his name, but all he heard were Annabeth's screams, her last words and he drowned  them. He drowned the voices, and every bot there as he brought a monumental wave down upon them.

When his eyes cleared, his scars were burning and all his friends were alive.  People were staring, scared of him, everything soaked except him.

The only drops of water on him were the salty tears running down his face as he retreated ran through the battlefield streets back to the tower he now called home. Barely seeing the flash of cameras, which were catching his every move.

A/n:

DISCLAIMER:

 The "El Idioto" is a pun on El Diablo and therefore not correct Spanish, if it was it would be "Idiota".

Have a great day. :D