Olympian family meeting
It'd been mentioned that the Avengers weren't strangers to Olympian gods, or godlings as it was, so it was little effort to get the address of one. Now the Avengers did pay, so Phil figured he had some money, why ever not go see one of his distant relatives? Because really in this pantheon everyone was related. A plane to New Orleans and he was on the Champions' doorstep with only a backpack slung over his shoulder. How deja vu, sort of like how he'd shown up at the Avengers' doorstep. Perhaps he could stay the night if this went alright. Phil grinned and pressed what he figured was the doorbell or intercom.
"Looking for an..." Ah what was the name again, Hercules kid not Hercules. Though that guy had a lot of kids. "Argo I think? Argonaut? Jason? No, no, it was Argo something. Well your resident immortal then."
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
