Keep him safe for me (avengers x pjo crossover)

Do They Still Want Me?

Percy was twelve when his world started to fall apart.
Percy was twelve when he was told he was the son of a God.
Percy was twelve when the fate of the whole world, was out into his hands.
Percy was twelve when he was starting to crack. Slowly breaking. Slowly being destroyed by the gods, by the quests, by the deaths, by the weight. The weight of his newest responsibility,  the world.

And he was twelve when he was separated from his family. He was lonely. He was scared. And he might even die, and didn't really say goodbye.

He never got to say goodbye.

That seemed to be happening a lot lately.

Percy went on his first quest that year.
He killed something for the first time.
Maybe not.
He had done it before. But those time she did g understand, he didn't really know what he was doing.
But now, he had killed something on purpose.

And now. Someone he had though of as his friend. Had set him up, like had set him up, Luke had set him up!!!
He looked up to like, and now he knows like is the villain. Like even tried to kill him, he could ave died.. but he didn't.

It wasn't the last time it happened.
He stayed a camp halfblood, having no where else to go, he couldn't go back to the avengers. He knew that much.
He went on more quests, he was thirteen when he went to the sea of monsters. When he best friend was taken by a cyclops, who wanted to eat him. When he found out he had a half-brother cyclops.
He was turned into a Guinea pig. He was thirteen.
And the quest  were getting harder. 

The next year, at fourteen years old, he went on his next quest, he had to save Annabeth, captured by like, and she needed them. People had died, Bianca passed.. leaving Nico alone, o blamed Percy. And he was right.. yeah he was right. Then Zoe died. Percy's fault again.

Then the next year another quest, Annabeth  led them around the labyrinth. He was fifteen. Lee fletcher was the only recorded death. Maybe it was Percy's fault.

The next year, at 16 years old he went on his, hopefully last quest, and it was the worst one yet. They fight at mount Olympus, fighting for the safety of the whole world. Now more than ever, the further depends on their actions. Michele yew, Percy's fault, and the at ti many unknown campers.

And Luke, Luke stabbed himself. With Annabeth s knife. Which Percy had given him,..
Percy had killed Luke...
Percy had killed a lot of people. Maybe not directly, but in his eyes, he definitely has. He has killed people... he has killed people!

Percy knew deep down, most of the deaths were not exactly his fault. But he couldn't help but view it differently. Those deaths all related to his actions, he was leading this war, and every decision he made then related to those deaths, half of the people who had died he hadn't even know them, he hadn't even known them...

And it was all Percy's fault.

That's all Percy thought about when he made his way back to his cabin, Annabeth walking with him, it had been a few weeks since the last battle, and Percy was exhausted. Worn out and tired, full of emotions and grief. He was shaking slightly, having not had a proper nights rest in ages.

Percy got into his cabin and Annabeth sighed.

"Let's get you into pyjamas. Then your going to bed." Annabeth said, grabbing Percy's pyjamas, "arms up." She said, Percy was too exhausted to fight so he just held his arms up, letting annabeth take off his shirt and put the soft, white cotton t-shirt on him, then helping him out of his pants (alright. Someone is gonna find this weird, but it's not! She's just being a good girlfriend and helping him, he has boxers on and there is no ill intent here. I wanted to clarify this) and then helping him into his pants.