The Fatal Deception (Percy Jackson/Avengers/Agents of SHIELD crossover)

Chapter 18 - Good Luck

Chapter 18 - Good Luck

Ward POV

I pace up and down my office, waiting for news on Percy's assassination.

After what seems like hours but is really only 5 minutes someone comes rushing into my room. Through gasping breathes he says, "Percy ... has been ... confirmed .... alive. He is .. at the hospital."

"How many people know this?" I ask

"Just you and me."

"Good," I say as I walk towards him.

"Is there anything else, sir?" He questions.

"Yes one more thing," I reply taking the final step to him, "goodbye."

He looks confused. In that moment I bring my hands up and snap his neck. A silent death so no one will come running. If anyone asks I'll just say he compromised a mission, but the real reason is that no one can know. No one can know that Percy lives.

I call up Garrett, "Sir, Perseus is confirmed dead."

"Yes, right away, goodbye." He hangs up and I whisper quietly, almost to myself, "Good luck Percy. Try and be the hero you are. Sorry I brought you into this life."

Percy POV

Why won't my stupid alarm clock turn off?

This constant beeping is driving me insane. Beep .... beep .... beep. I reach over and try to move my hand to turn it off but it is to heavy to move.

Suddenly I am wide awake thinking the worse, S.H.I.E.L.D has turned on me and am I about to go through it all again.

What has happened to me?

I stare around but only see a white ceiling above me and machines looking things out of the corner of my eye.

Where am I?

Why am I here?

I start struggling trying to move when a cascading pain rockets through my chest, the alley, the man, the bullets. The flood gates open and my memory comes pouring back. I see Steve running down the street towards me but it all goest black. There are some flashes of a man screaming at me to hold on and a woman's voice telling me it's all up to me if I want to live but beyond that nothing.

I must be at a hospital. Steve found me somehow and brought me hear, but why can't I move?

I close my eyes and focus all my energy on turning my head. Slowly, I manage it.

I open my eyes to see my mum sitting on a chair next to my bed, head down. Looking up I see Steve slummed against to wall looking exhausted. Stubble had started to grow on his chin.

One thought quick rushes to the front of my mind.

How long was I out?

Steve POV

Two weeks and four days. Two weeks and four days staying in this room waiting for him to wake up.

Sally has been here the full time and Paul brings the baby in every day to see her. Poor Sally, I don't think she can cope with losing her son again.

Why couldn't I have been faster? Or checked that way sooner? Or done something, anything, more?

Why couldn't I save him?

I look up at the scene in front of me. A mothers head bowed over her oldest sons still body, praying he wakes up. It reminds me of war and all those who didn't come home ..... of Bucky. I couldn't save him either. My head falls back to the ground.

No.

Don't think like that. Percy isn't gone. He is just asleep. He will wake up.

I take a deep breath and look up and Percy again, but something has changed. His head is now facing me and his eyes are open. I half scream, half yell, "Percy!"

Sally wakes up with a jolt and turns to towards her sons face. When she sees that his eyes are open, she hugs him and tells him that if he ever scares her like that again she will drag him to Hades herself.

I start to laugh at this but the look in her eyes told me she wasn't joking.

Sooo how was it??

Not really sure where I am going to go from here but I'll see were my crazy brain takes the story. But I know the ending soooo.....

The next chapter will most likely be longer but I ran out of time and ideas for this one, sorry.