The Sea Prince (Percy Jackson and Avengers crossover)

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I own nothing except the plot. Percy Jackson belongs to Rick Riordan while the Avengers belong to MARVEL. All the art belongs to their respective artists. 

And thank you all for your support! I was honestly not expecting almost two hundred views already, so I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Alright, on to the story now.

~Tony~

I was already awake at three AM when Jarvis's intercom crackled to life, his voice sounding very, very worried.

"Sir? The spare room- Percy seems to be having a nightmare, sir."

"Ok?" I asked, wondering why Jarvis would bother me with this information. I didn't trust the kid. There was something he was hiding, and those eyes- no normal kid had eyes like those. Jackson was someone to watch, I knew that much. For some reason, the rest of the team had all already fallen for him, he had them wrapped around his finger.

His little delinquent smirk came into my mind and I grimaced, taking another sip of my coffee. All of my thoughts stopped, though, when the screams started.

Terrified, anguished, torturous. Young. Vulnerable. Broken.

"Jarvis, which room is Percy in?" I yelled as I ran up the stairs. There was no time to wait for the elevator. 

"The room across from Natasha's, sir."

"Thanks Jarvis," I huffed as I ran. I was the last one to make it to Percy's door. The rest of the team stood in his doorway, blocking the view but not moving in. I shoved everyone aside, worming my way into the room.

Percy was curled in the smallest ball I'd ever seen, whimpering and sobbing and clutching his head as if to block out voices. Muttering to himself in a language I didn't recognize.

"Percy?" I asked gently, walking towards him. He didn't respond, only sniffled and continued chanting in that alien language. 

Someone turned the lights on, and I got a better look at our guest. He was still dressed in yesterday's clothes. His sword pen thingy had fallen from his pocket and was on the floor beside his bed. I had a feeling that him dropping that thing was never happened. After all, who'd let themselves loose their only weapon in an unfamiliar place with possible threats?

Or targets, my still suspicious and treacherous mind offered quietly.

"Percy," I said again. I was almost at his bed now. The sheets were ruined, like he'd been thrashing around a lot. But I didn't care at the moment, there were bigger things on my mind. Like Percy. Plus, I was a millionaire for Christ's sake! I could get new sheets!

I felt the other Avenger's eyes on me as I shook Percy's shoulder gently. He still seemed half asleep.

"Percy, wake up!" I said desperately. He did eventually wake up, but I was deaf for a full minute afterwards because wheb he woke up he was  screaming again.

Now he was panting, eyes darting around the room as his whole body shook and he wiped tears from his cheeks as my ears rang. Natasha had disappeared from the doorway, but the other three Avengers still stood there nervously. 

"Move," Natasha muttered, returning quickly and pushing her way through the barrier of bodies. She handed Percy a glass of water, which he took gratefully. He drank half of it, then sat there with the cup in his lap as he focused his breathing.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Nat asked him softly, sitting next to him. He shook his head, pressing the heel of his hand on his eye to stop more tears. But he still stuttered out words.