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i had run into percy who was pacing outside the marriott.
"oh my gods," percy exclaimed, holding my shoulders. "are you hurt? why'd you take so long?"
i wanted to respond, but i couldn't. i was panting, and too tired to even make a sound. i was saved from answering by annabeth. she flung herself towards me and percy had to choose between getting crushed in her way, or moving out of her way.
he moved.
annabeth was muttering a bunch of things i didn't understand. after prying her off of me, i quickly explained that the man had left. i didn't tell them about the russian, about the vision i had when i saw his face, about how he reacted when he actually saw my face, and what he'd said about 'winter soldier'. it didn't seem right to tell them for some reason.
"that's it? he just left?" percy didn't sound like he believed it.
"look," i sighed, "we have to get on with the quest. i was going to follow him, but i didn't. because we have a quest to deal with."
"wait, no," annabeth protested. "who was that? he tried to kill you. why you? and what happened? he didn't just leave, he could—"
"stop," i pressed my hands on either side of my head and squeezed my eyes shut. the entire incident with the winter soldier/buck was making my head hurt. "please stop. i don't want to get another vision."
"vision?" annabeth repeated. "what vision? does it have to do with the dude who tried to kill you?"
before i could answer, the world spun, and i was sucked back into another vision.
"steve," rebecca's voice had a warning tone, "touch that again, and i'll break your fingers."
rebecca and steve were in a kitchen, i think. there was a frosted cake sitting on the counter and steve was eyeing it greedily.
