The Sea Prince (Percy Jackson and Avengers crossover)

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~Percy~

When the lady grabbed my arm, I went into full-on offense mode. It wasn't on purpose. But after weeks in Tartarus, it became in instinct of survival. It was a message hardwired into my brain now. In a dangerous situation, don't let anything other than Annabeth touch you.

Anyway, I tried walking away. I really did. But the lady grabbed my upper arm and I flipped. Or, more accurately, I flipped her. Straight over my shoulder and onto the ground with a thud, in a move Annabeth had used against me one too many times to count. She'd be proud.

The woman didn't move again. She was out cold; must have hit something funny on the way down. Oops.

I quickly continued on walking away. I knew that there were four other people there, but I didn't care. I didn't wanna fight them, anyways. I did want to get home before my parents got too worried, though.

Then I heard the sound of a bowstring being released. I turned and stepped to the side slightly, effectively dodging the arrow before it could hit my face. If they wanted answers to their questions, why make a fatal attack?

I picked up the arrow from the ground, looking at the tip. Huh. Not your traditional point. This was one I actually didn’t recognize.

To be fair, though, I was really bad at any and all things archery.

I snapped the arrow in one hand, the other still on my pocket, gripping Riptide tightly incase anyone else attacked. Though I realized it wouldn't even be effective, since these guys were mortal anyway. I glared at the tree the arrow had come from.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled, before getting out of ther as fast as possible. I had made a fatal mistake back there. I'd let myself think of Tar- that place, and I had nearly been shot in the back of the head for it.

I ran out of the park at full speed, racing in the direction of home. I wanted to get to safety before more of the memories surfaced.

But of course that wasn't going to happen. I stumbled as I ran, keeping to backstreets, trying to lose the dude that was FLYING AFTER ME IN A HUGE METAL SUIT! Like, what the heck? Though I didn't know why I was surprised. For the past few months I'd been traveling in a huge ship with a live metal dragon as the figurehead. I really shouldn't be judging.

I thought for a second about how I could have easily used water to short circuit his suit, but I didn't. No powers in front of mortals. Especially none used against the poor people. I could kill someone!

I skidded to a halt and ran the opposite direction, suddenly realizing that leading them to my house probably wasn't a good idea. It was best to leave my parents out of these kinds of messes. They didn't even know that this wacko group had been trying to arrest me for two whole years. 

And if it threw my follower of my trail too, well good for me.

But now I ran with no destination in mind. Just somewhere away from people. Somewhere others couldn't get themselves hurt in the inevitable brawl that was about to go down. I ended up back in Central Park, in a nicer, more private area.

I felt bad for the tree nymphs here, though. I gave them a little warning, and quietly prayed to the gods none of them would get hurt.

~Clint~

Okay, something's up with that kid. He knocks out Natasha- which is a quite the feat- and just snaps my arrow like it was nothing. And it wasn't a normal wooden arrow. Mine were specially made by SHIELD with metal shafts. And the kid just snaps it and yells at me to leave him alone before running away.