The Uncle and The Nephew (A Percy Jackson/The Avengers Crossover Fanfiction)

Sick - Chapter 7

Percy POV

I was sick. I hate being sick, which is usually okay because I never get sick. But now, I was.

I accidentally exploded my sink 5 times just by sneezing! And I've been trying to cover it up because of the stupid Defenders. Or at least that's what I think Tony called them. It was about 2 am. I had tried sleeping but I just couldn't. I walked out to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

I stumbled out, I felt miserable. Like I had just walked through hell. Believe me, I would know.

I grabbed a cup, stubbing my toe while fumbling trying to find the cabinet. Then, I filled my cup up with water from the faucet.

I turned around, my eyes had adjusted to the light, or lack of slightly. I narrowly avoided the corner of an island impaling my leg. My vision was tunneling in and out. 

Then, I rammed straight into a big wall of something. I was sure it wasn't there before. I just put out my hand to find the corner and then used it to guide my way to the hallway.

"Umm, why did you just touch my face." A random voice said.

"AHHH!" I screamed and randomly punched something, dropping my water and hearing it clatter to the ground. Thankfully it wasn't glass.

"Ugh, oh my god!" The voice said, "What is wrong with you?"

"Tony?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course it's Tony. Who else would it be? And why are you up at such a late hour? And why can you punch so hard?" He said so fast that I could barely understand him in my deranged state.

"I mean it could of been the rich, smooth voice of death finally coming to rid me of this world. And I'm up because I'm sick and couldn't sleep. And I guess I punch hard because...I'm strong? I don't know. Why are you up?" I said slowly, trying to process the words that just came out of his mouth. And then the words that came out of my mouth. And then trying to make sure I don't fall over.

"Oh. Wait, you're sick?!" He said, way too loudly in my opinion.

"Yeah. I'm sick. That's why you haven't seen me in 6 days." I retorted.

"It's been less than 24 hours since I last saw you." He said.

"That's what I said." I said.

"Okay, you've gone loopy. Are you high or something?"

"I've noticed that you ask a lot of questions. And no I'm not high. This is what I'm like when I'm sick." I stated. Then started walking away. Then I turned towards him again and said, "wait, why are you up again?"

"Because I had a bunch of coffee." Tony said.

"I like coffee with my oxygen." I quoted. He didn't get it. Or maybe he just didn't hear me. Or maybe I didn't even say anything. I don't remember. I'm tired. And my head hurts. And I'm hungry. And I'm tired. Did I say that already? Okay whatever.

"Wow." He said.

"What?" I asked.

"You just look terrible. Maybe you should sleep." He said. Grabbing my arm to help me from falling over.

"Sleep is overrated and is stupid. But sleep is important. At least that's what Will says." I rambled. At least, maybe I was rambling. I wasn't really listening to what I was saying.

"Who's Will?" Tony asked, taken aback. He stopped walking me to my room.

"Will is my friend." I told him.

"Oh. Maybe I could meet-" he started. I ignored him.

I had reached my room. So I went in and shut the door. I count that as a good social interaction. Or maybe I just dreamt it all.

Oh, dang it. I forgot my water. Well, whatever. I'm too tired to grab it again. But at the same time I feel like I could run a marathon. But, I'm too tired.

I stumbled onto my bed and fell. Then, I slept.

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I woke up to someone tapping me on my shoulder. Now, as you can expect, that scared the living shit out of me. 

"Sorry," Will apologized. "Me and Nico came to check on you. we haven't seen or heard from you in a couple days. Wanted to make sure you weren't dead or somethin'."

"Huh? No, no, I'm fine. Just kinda sick." I responded. "Where's Nico?"

"Oh. He kinda got caught talking to your uncle. Dude was being a real chatterbox. Are you sure you're just sick? You look like death."

"Really? I've always thought Death was way hotter than me."

"You're super pale. Wait-what did you just say?" 

"I don't know." 

"Okay. Well, do you need food. I could bring you some soup or yogurt?" Will offered.

"No, man. I'm really fine. It will pass eventually." I responded.

"Well, if you insist. I guess, you're uncle is here if you really need anything." 

Nico walked in shortly after that. They both stayed for a few minutes, basically asking me the same questions over and over again. I said that I was fine but they just ignored me.

Steve ended up bringing me some soup, having heard I was sick. That was really nice of him. I tried to eat some of it, but ended up throwing up. Not because it was bad but because my stomach just didn't seem to be able to hold anything. 

It isn't that big of a deal. I thought to myself, It will pass eventually. 

And chapter done! More of a filler. I don't really know what it even is. I'm also sick right now. I think I have like a stomach bug or something. It's stupid. Whatever.

EDITED MAY 28, 2023

Word Count: 935 words total

EDITED AGAIN FEBRUARY 6, 2024