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Sam and Steve were coming over to Percy’s house today. They would be the first people, outside of the seven and Nico to come over to his house. Percy was kind of excited, even more excited because Sam and him had decided to introduce Steve to the batshit insane Godly world. Percy was obviously going to take any and every opportunity to mess with Steve, as he typically does.
Percy finishes cutting up the last of the cheese for the charcutier board he had promised Steve, placing it on the coffee table.
“Don’t eat it,” Percy says to Lea as she attempts to creep towards the board. “I have something else for you.”
He can hear her tail wagging as trots away, content with the promise of a later meal. Percy smiles softly as he pulls his gloves on. He does a mental check list of everything he wanted to get done before Steve and Sam arrived. More organized than what you’d think right? Well, wrong. Percy may be chaotic, but he would rather die than be a bad host, his mother didn’t raise him to be like that.
Just as Percy was about to turn on the radio there’s a gentle rumble coming down his drive way. He grins almost skipping as he rushes to the door. He waits patiently for Sam and Steve to get out of Sam’s car. They get right up to the door, Sam raising his hand to knock—
Percy throws open his door grinning at them.
“Welcome, welcome!” Percy greets cheerfully. “To my humble abode!”
“Thanks for having us,” Steve says smiling.
“Percy,” Sam breathes staring around the house. “This is far from humble, are you rich?”
“Nope—“
“Excuse me?” Steve demands.
“—But my dad is. Gods, let me finish,” Percy huffs leading them to the living room after telling them to take off their shoes.
“Aren’t you spoiled,” Sam snorts.
“I told him I didn’t want it,” Percy says rolling his eyes. “But I was being hunted for spirt by HYDRA for months on end and he didn’t like that.”
“I can’t imagine why,” Sam deadpans.
Percy flips him off. “You guys want anything to drink? I can get you literally anything but alcohol.”
“I’ll have a water, thanks Perce,” Steve says. He smiles brightly when he see Mrs. O’Leary prance out of a Hallway to the right. He immediately drops to the ground to shower her in love.
“Could you get me a Coke?” Sam asks.
“Yuppers,” Percy says take out two glasses and opening his fridge. “And then we can have the talk.”
“What?” Steve says tensing at the ominous smile Percy throws over his shoulder.
“We can talk,” Percy repeats.
“Percy, stop that,” Sam scolds. “You can’t scare Steve every single time you speak with him.”
“Oh, but I can!” Percy exclaims filling up a glass of water before grabbing the glass of come he had already filled and walking back to the living room. “And I will.”
Percy places a glass in front of Steve with a smile, Steve really hopes it wasn’t poisoned. Percy then gives Sam his Coke, oddly enough it was blue.
“Why is—“
Sam cuts Steve off before he could even finish. “Don’t question it. You won’t get a satisfying answer.”
“Okay…” Steve mumbles glancing at the cryptic being sitting in a bright blue armchair across from him.
Mrs. O’Leary leaves Steve in favor of sitting at Percy’s feet. Steve feels slightly disappointed as he slides onto the couch beside Sam.
“So, what do you know about Greek/Roman myth, Steve?” Percy questions sounding uncharacteristically serious as he fiddles with his bright blue gloves. Why is everything around this man blue?
“The basics, what I learned school and what I’ve read out of boredom,” Steve says awkwardly unsure of what was happening. Though that was a fairly common feeling for him at any point he was in proximity to Percy.
“School in the thirties?” Percy snorts. “Doubt you got much from that. I probably got a better understanding of myths in kindergarten than you did in the ‘30s. Though to be—“
“Percy, stay on track,” Sam cuts in before Percy could diverge onto some long winded rant.
“Right, sorry,” Percy clears his throat. “I can work with basics. So, every myth, every story you read or heard about Greek myth is true. The Gods, the Demigods, the monsters, all real. They walk and live among mortals to this day.”
“What..?” Steve says slowly. “I mean, all things considered, I’m not terribly surprised, but how have I never seen anything? Like a Cyclops walking down main street?”
Percy smiles brightly at Steve, all mischief and humor. “Or there has been! Plenty of time. But there’s this thing called the Mist the blocks the sight of mortals like you, stopping you from seeing anything that could harm you. It takes the Chimera for example and turns into a chihuahua. Now that you’ve been told about our world you should start seeing it for what it really is, but it’ll most likely be slow going.”
“Wait, how do you know about this?” Steve questions.
Sam sighs shaking his head. “Jeez Perce, forgot the most important part, huh?
Percy shrugs looking unashamed.
“We’re both Demigods,” Sam explains. “This is where the Greek and Roman part comes in. Because while they are different facets of each other, the Greek versions and the Roman versions of the gods are different. I’m a son of Aquilo, the Roman God of the north winds. Percy is a son of Poseidon, the Greek God of the seas, earthquakes, horses, and storms—“
“I’m also a bit Roman as well though!” Percy pipes in cheerfully. “But since, ya know, son of Poseidon I mesh better with the routine of the Greeks, which was where I was raised.”
“And yet the Romans still call you Praetor,” Sam mutters. He speaks again, louder this time. “Any questions? Want us to prove it for you?”
“Not really,” Steve says. “I just need to process. Also I trust you, you wouldn’t joke about something like this.”
“Fair enough,” Percy says flipping himself upside down in his chair, dangling his legs over the back. “If you have any questions later when you’re trying to sleep in the middle of the night, call Sam.”
“Why me?” Sam demands scowling at Percy. “Why not you? Looking at you there is no way in hell you get more than three hours a night.”
“You are right! Which is why you don’t want to call me incase I actually manage to sleep,” Percy points out.
Percy’s head suddenly snaps in Steve’s direction causing the man to jump. An innocent smiles was plastered on his face, though it looked slightly too wide.
“By the way, Steve, I’m blind!” Percy chirps.
“What?!”