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Percy sat in the bottom of the pool, his head tucked between his knees as he calmed down from his recent panic attack. He hadn't felt the best the past couple of weeks, and Jason nor Nico had returned from camp yet for Percy to be able to apologize to Jason for what he had done. 

Percy presses his hands into his hair, willing himself not to get wet as he sat there. The memories of manipulating Jason's blood was getting to him. Jason was just a demigod, he didnt deserve that. Percy wonders what would have happened if Nico hadn't snapped him out of it? Would he have gone as far as to kill Jason? What if the others hadn't been there to stop the bloodbath in waiting?

He pulls at his hair slightly, taking deep breathes as his mind ran circles over the possibilities of what could have happened. Blood was worse to control than anything else in the body. The memories flashed before him, How Jason wasn't breathing but was still coughing up blood as he laid there unmoving. If Percy was alone, could he have just twitched his hand and Jason would have been dead?  

He moves to lay down, his heart a subtle beat in his chest. His thoughts we're consuming him. Had hell really affected him so much that he has gone as far to use the darker side of his abilities? 

Above him, he could see the water swirling, a gentle but dangerous sway. He wondered if it was due to his emotions, he never really could control them. He let them get the upper hand most of the time, like how it was happening now. Even a few weeks ago when he had brought jason to his knees. Percy wasn't the same as he used to be, what would become of him? Would he eventually take down everyone in his path with just a wave of his hand? 

He raises his hand, watching with tired eyes as the pool water reached out to grab him. The water was slow, its movements choppy. The water was chlorinated, so it made sense, what else would make the water so..unalive? It was silent, so so silent. It made him question why he would ever choose such dead water over anything else. It was tragic, really. What had made someone want to create such toxic water? 

Percy huffs under the surface as he laid there, his ADHD had made his thoughts drift again. From one angsty topic to another. At least the second wasn't as bad as the first thoughts that had raked his brain. 

He continues to calm from his most recent panic attack, it seemed the water wasn't helping as much as he hoped it would have. Disappointing really. It didn't surprise him. He wondered, if he had gone to a lake or ocean, if it would have helped anymore than this? 

He watched the water's choppy movements some more, his hand swaying gently as the water curled between his fingers. What would his father have thought if he had seen what happened, would he be disappointed? Would he be proud? It wasn't like percy would ever know anyways, wasn't he just a pawn that the gods liked to use on their chess board? 

He sighs, watching the air bubbles from his mouth float upward. He pulls his hand down and pushes himself off the bottom of the pool, realizing just how much the water wasn't helping. He reaches the surface in no time, and pulls himself out, looking around the large training area. No one was in here, surprise surprise. He looks up at the blinking clock above the double doors, waiting for the numbers to unscramble before he read the time. 5:27am? He really had been in the pool much longer than he thought. 

He runs a hand through his dry hair, his heart now a gentle beat in his chest. He hummed a bit, thoughtful. He then decides to head up to the 25th floor, wanting something to eat. He figured if the pool didn't work, maybe cooking would. 

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Once percy gets upstairs and to the kitchen, he notices that all the lights are off, Even in the offices lights are off. He furrows his brows, usually bucky or Steve would be up by now for their morning run and coffee. He shakes his head a bit, maybe he was overthinking it. What day even was it? He ignores the thought, turning and heading into the kitchen. he slides past the island, and pulls out some igredients and begins his work.