𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 - p.jackson

𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒐.

riley doesn't want to talk about it

we made it back to new york shortly.

even then, it felt like i'd just ran a marathon (or seven.) we climbed out of the mariott basement and into new york city.

i wondered where buck was. if he was okay. everything going on with 'the winter soldier'. i needed to find out more about electroconvulsive shocks.

percy whistled a few times once we turned into an alley, quite loudly. within five minutes a flock of pegasi descended in front of us.

i was pretty sure percy was having a conversation with them in his mind, but i couldn't hear it.

percy and rachel were having a conversation. it wasn't hushed, but i didn't listen. i didn't want to.

instead, i tried to get nico to sit on the pegasus. it kept shying away from him.

 "it's fine!" he said when percy reappeared, "just go without me. i don't want to go back to that camp anyways."

"nico," percy tried. "we need your help."

he scowled.

"nico come on," i tried. "get on the horse, for me."

his eyes softened and he sighed in defeat. "all right! for you. but i'm not staying."

"we'll figure out your living plans later. right now, we have a camp to save."