Percy Jackson Avenger and S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent

2018 (2)

I grabbed my armor and my sword and dumped them onto the bed, glaring.

They were not what I needed. Not everything I needed, anyway.

I needed to kill monsters, so I needed Celestial Bronze. I yanked the duffle from under my bed and chucked that next to my other kit, before striding out of the cabin, heading for the armory with a bullet clutched in my hand.

Gods knew it was organized by kids in there. They wouldn't have written the caliber on the ammunition, so I needed to check for myself.

Five minutes later, and I had enough Celestial Bronze bullets to weigh me down significantly, plus a battered old rifle case that had a rifle in it that I'd taken one look at and slung to the back of the shed. Goddamn thing was rusty.

I wasn't sure whether I felt better or worse, wearing my old S.H.I.E.L.D.-issue underclothes beneath my plated armor, rifle strapped across my back and pen-sword in my pocket. Wasn't sure if blending my old reality with the new was a good thing or just an aftereffect of my inability to let go.

Either way, I was as ready as I was ever going to be, so I took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the Poseidon cabin, before striding purposefully across to where a small, armored collection of gangly teenagers and young adults stood, looking nervous and nowhere near ready for the approaching battle.

Michael Yew pulled open the door to one of the strawberry vans waiting to take us to New York, the final battle ground. "Who's coming?"

The kids piled into the vans in hordes. Apparently they were all really angry and wanted to fight Kronos, which is a mood. Nobody seemed to want to sit next to me, so I ended up squished in the corner by the door, pressed up against a fidgeting Will Solace, who had a hard-sided med kit by his feet and kept glancing nervously at the rifle case I held.

Those hard benches must not have met any sort of safety regulations, so it was a good job that I was squashed, really, otherwise we may all have ended up on the floor as the van lurched around corners in a nauseating fashion.

Somehow we made it to New York all in one piece. Let me tell you, I have no idea how. We all sort of slid out of the vans. I'm fairly sure that a couple of kids were sick.

Once we'd got our bearings, it didn't take long for us to realize that there was something majorly wrong with the city of New York. There were cars strewn everywhere, people frozen in the middle of their daily commute. Smoke curled from apartments where people must have been cooking when they fell unconscious.

New York, the city that never sleeps, had been delved into the deepest of slumbers. It was quite unnerving, to say the least. I guessed that this complication meant that I was unlikely to be located by S.H.I.E.L.D. and shot.

One van rolled slowly through the streets towards the Empire State Building, while the others were left empty, the kids jumping out to find a suitable base for us to run our operations from. Well, at least there wouldn't be too much traffic for us, having drawn the short straw and remaining inside the puke-bucket.

I was wrong. We somehow managed to hit a traffic jam even when the entire fucking city was asleep. Only in New York. Well, fuck.

We had to ditch the vans and walk the last ten or so blocks, which was fun when we were all dressed in full plate armor and looked like we were doing some kind of medieval cosplay to a frozen audience. I didn't even know why the Empire State was relevant.

We just kinda walked in. There was a guy behind the desk, reading a book and conspicuously not frozen. Travis walked up to the desk, trying to look confident and assured and failing pretty miserably.