Multi Fandom Crossover Oneshots

The Fuckery of Emotions

Warning: Mentions of suicidal thoughts and attempted suicide 

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Percy's POV

Nightmare

I was back on the battlefield, fighting alongside the rest of the seven and the demi-gods of Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter alike. We were winning, slaughtering monsters left and right. Until we weren't. A new wave of beasts came over the crest of a hill, but these ones were different. An empousa and echidna mix. A Chimera and a hell hound mix. The list goes on and on, mutated monsters filing over the hill. It was a deadly parade with the clanging of metal and the hissing of the monsters out for blood. It was terrifying, but we kept on fighting. 

These new monsters were harder to kill, and a lot more skilled, but we managed. Though our number were slowly dwindling, all of the seven was still alive. We fought like a hurricane, tearing through monsters. At some point, Annabeth and I got separated from where we were fighting back to back, but I had no time to look for her, as I was trying not to die. 

We were most of the way through the monsters, and I had hope that we could win. That we would win. But my hopes were cut short as a piercing scream rung through the air. Her scream. Everything seemed to turn into slow motion as I whipped around, and saw were the heart wrenching scream had come from. There, with a dagger threw her chest, was Annabeth. My beautiful wise girl, hanging by her throat at the hand of Gaea. I hadn't even noticed that she had risen, but that was the last thing that was going through my mind. 

Gaea's fingers uncurled from Annabeth's neck and she started to fall to the ground. I surged forward, slashing any monster in my path, and got to her on the other side of the battlefield within seconds. But her body hit the ground before I could make it. I scrambled over to her, and moved her head into my lap while I caressed her face with my hand, tears streaming down my face. Hazel, Frank, Reyna, Nico, and Piper formed a barrier around us and fought off any monster that tried to attack in my vulnerable state. 

Annabeth put her hand on top of mine so that it rested on her cheek. I whimpered. 

"No, no, wise girl.........you can't go. No!" Tears streamed down my face at a faster rate now. "No, we were supposed to go to college together. Settle down in New-Rome. We were supposed to get married. You can't leave me. You can't." I almost whispered the last part, but Annabeth heard it. 

"Hey, hey. Shhhhhh. It'll be ok. Just promise me one thing." She looked up at me, her gray eyes dimming slightly. I whimpered again. 

"Your not leaving me." I said, but I couldn't put much force into my words. Annabeth looked at me with a fierce gaze. 

"Promise me, that you will not come to me before it's your time. I don't want to see you any time soon. And promise me that you will move on. Don't wallow in my death too long, alright? " She gave me a half grimace, half smile and I chuckled a little, but it was completely fake. " I love you Percy, don't ever forget that. See you in Elysium."  With the last of her strength, she pulled me towards her and gave me a short, sweet kiss. And then her eyes closed, and her chest stopped moving up and down, and she had no more pulse. 

And now it was my turn to scream. A scream of pure rage and anguish. Everyone on the battlefield stopped to stare. I set Annabeth's head gently back onto the ground and looked Gaea straight in the eyes. And then, in a low voice, though it echoed around the battlefield, I spoke to mother earth. 

"You will pay for this."   

End of nightmare

I sat up in my bed at the compound, gasping for air. I was sweaty and hot, but the nightmare was still fresh in my mind. I still remember the look in Annabeth's eyes as they lost all their light, and the look of terror in Gaea's as all of my rage turned to her. As she noticed what she had done. 

I slide out of my bed and make my way to the shower. The hot water rolls down my skin, replenishing my energy. I get dressed in clean clothes and make my way out of my room. All while feeling empty. You see, I only fulfilled part of Annabeth's wish. I decided that I wouldn't kill myself or let myself be killed without a fight, but I still couldn't move on from her. So I opted for being emotionless. It seemed fit for my line of work anyway. 

I made my way to the common room and plopped down on the couch beside Wanda. Her gaze swiped over me. 

"God Nat, you look like shit." She commented, which drew the attention of the rest of the team. I rolled my eyes. 

"Thanks. Your not looking to shabby yourself." I said, earning an eye roll from Tony. 

"You know you can tell us if somethings up though, right?" Steve questioned, earning a glare in return. 

"I prefer to keep my emotions to myself, thank you very much." I said sarcastically, and Steve flinched a little at the harshness in my words. I felt a tiny bit bad for him, but pushed that aside. But there was one person who was glaring at me. 

"Why do you have to be so harsh all the time. Not to say it's nothing new from a cold-hearted bitch like you, but some of us actually have feelings. You know what feelings are, right?" Said a certain bird who blindly follows Cap into whatever fuckery he's up to. Honestly, does he not know what boundaries are? I turn my glare to him and stand up. 

"Ya' know Wilson, I wasn't always like this. But things happen. Emotion never did me any good, as I just ended up getting my heart broken. I wanted to kill myself, just end it all. I never caused any good in this world. I'm a monster. But I made a promise, and I'm starting to think that I might not be able to keep it." Sam's face turned into a look of horror, but before I could continue my rant, Clint, or Will Solace, raced up to me and scooped me up into his arms. 

"Don't you dare ever say that again. You are not a monster. And I swear, if you try that shit again and it actually works, I will get Nico to take me down there and she is not going to be the only one who is going to beat your ass." I let out a sad chuckle. 

"I'm starting to think that you might actually care about me." I say and brake away from Clint/Will. He rolls his eyes and slaps my arm softly. 

"Oh shut up" He says, also grinning. Suddenly, a loud cough brakes through our playful banter and we both turn to Stark. 

"Uh, mind telling us what just happened. And please, please never talk about that in front of my kid ever again." I see Peter next to Stark, looking at me sadly. I frown. 

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here. I just had a nightmare. It was about ten years ago today. My birthday, actually, and every fucking year it manages to be the worst day on the whole calendar. Nothing about today should be celebrated." I see the shocked looks on the rest of the teams faces. I guess this is the most I've ever opened up to them. I let out a sigh. "I guess I have a lot of explaining to do. Peter, you might want to stay home from school today, bud."

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Percy is Natasha if you didn't catch on.