Percy Jackson And The Agents of S.h.i.e.l.d.

Chapter 1

Percy's POV
"Annabeth!" I yelled trying to warn her.

The ground rumbled around her and started to break off.

"Percy!" She cried back.

The ground underneath her opened up she screamed and a wave of dirt rushed towards my way. I dove out of the way. Once it was settled I turned back to Annabeth. No one stood there.

"Annabeth!" I yelled again, "ANNABETH!"

No answer. I ran over to the spot she stood and tore apart the ground. I dug and dug.

"Percy it's useless." Hazel said from behind me.

I jolted awake. I looked around the room. We were in my mom's apartment. After the battle against Gaea I couldn't stand to be in Camp Half-Blood everything remind me if her. Every night I dream of her.

"Percy?" My mother knocked on the door.

I sat up, "Come in."

She opened the door and entered. Her brown hair waved slightly. I smiled a greeting. She was frowning and at that point I knew that we were going to have to talk about Annabeth.

"Mom I'm fine seriously." I lied.

"Boy I raised you your whole life, I know when your fine and you are not fine." She said sitting on the edge of my bed.

I swung my legs over and hugged my mom slightly, "Your right." I let out a sigh, "Mom she's gone. Annabeth is gone." I sat up and looked her in her blue eyes.

She nodded sadly, "I know, I know." She whispered softly.

"But I can't seem to wrap my head around it." I said, "I keep making excuses like she's too smart or I didn't actually see it but I always come up with the same conclusion, she's dead. Mom?"

"Um?"

"Why does it hurt so much?" I snuggled closer to her.

"Someone once said that when it hurts when some dies it means it was real." She said.

I smiled at the memory of the day we were watching a movie, it was called The Hobbit #3 and the king elf said that. Grover and I both pretended it was so gross.

"Ya." I said.

"Hey there's blue pancakes on the stove if you want to eat them." She said.

I didn't really have an appetite but I figured I could suck down a pancake or two, "Sure."

I stood up and with my arm around my mom we headed for the kitchen. The pancakes steamed on the counter. The dark blue color stood out in them.

I sat in the chair and slid the pancakes closer to me, "Mom," I didn't wait for her to answer, "I've been thinking."

She sighed and brought the syrup over, "That's never good."

I sighed, "I think it would be safer for you to be no where near me." She started to protest but I cut her off, "Just here me out."

She nodded.

"There's been an, um," I came up with a lie, "incident when we were fighting Gaea and I want to go investigate."

"Percy you don't have to we'll be fine." She said.

"I know but I don't want to lose you too. Plus you won't be alone you have Paul." I took a bite of pancakes, "I have. . . a feeling. . . that it is dangerous to all. . . mortals." I mumbled as I ate.

She nodded, "Fine but call me everyday and every night. If I don't get a call I assume you are dead or you were kidnapped and I will come after you boy."

I swallowed, "Thank you and it'll take my mind if of Annabeth." I stood up and kissed her on the cheek.

"Your leaving already?" She asked.

"Well, ya." I knew the sooner I got working on something the sooner Annabeth's death would stop hurting so bad, "The sooner I stop this thing the faster the more civilians will survive." That was also a lie.

She patted my back, "Be careful and get packing." She said knowing that there's no way in stopping me.

"Thank you and I promise I'll call."