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

Losing Control - Chapter 10

Percy POV (most of the book will be from his pov)

I woke up crying and thrashing. My body covered in a cold sweat.

It was obvious that Tartarus was being petty. He was mad that I didn't give him permission to take over my body and possess me. So, he was torturing me in my dreams. I don't know why me giving him permission was such a big deal since he was a primordial so he should just be able to do it anyway.

It started out as nightmares. Regular nightmares that just troubled me and set me off slightly. Then, the painful memories started flooding and coming back to me.

Then, he started the pain. It wouldn't be exactly someone physically hurting me. My body would just randomly start undergoing excruciating pain. Like a million hot needles were being poked into my skin. One at a time.

When I woke up sometimes I would have gashes on my head, or cuts on my stomach. It was frustrating because I had to hide them and the scars they left.

One morning I woke up with a particularly nasty, super deep cut on the left side of my abdomen. It went from my armpit to my hip. I had to leave it wrapped up for the entire day.

I couldn't wake myself up in the middle of the dream, though. My mind forced my subconscious to stay asleep the entire night. I hated it.

I stumbled out of bed and into my bathroom. Then threw up.

Another "side effect." I couldn't keep anything down. I woke up and threw up. Or I ate and I threw up.

Torture.

I splashed nice, cold water on my face. Then took a good, long look at the mirror.

My cheeks were sunken, I was too skinny, my eyes were starting to get darker. Occasionally flashing a black vortex. A split second that only I seemed to catch.

What are you doing to me? I wondered.

Possessing you. I told you this already. Tartarus answered.

Who knew possession was so painful?

I did. And I told you. Tartarus replied.

Rhetorical question, man. I sighed. If you can sigh in your thoughts.

I washed my face and got ready for school. I was beginning to feel sick but couldn't let anyone know anything was wrong.

I'm starting to feel lucky that Annabeth is gone. If she was here, there's no way I could hide this from her. No fucking way.

I picked up my keys and walked down to the garage.

"Hey kid!" A voice called.

I turned to see Steve walking towards me. Him and Tony are the only people I ever really talk to. Everyone else seems to avoid me. I don't really care, I would avoid me too.

"Hey." I sighed, trying not to be too rude. Steve was nice, and I mean I feel kinda bad for him. He doesn't have to be nice to me but he is, and he treats me like an equal. Not like a thing that he's forced to take care of.

I just need to get him to stop calling me "kid."

I pivoted back around and continued walking towards the garage.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked, walking up beside me.

"Going to school." I replied.

"Oh right. Sorry, I forgot you even went." He said sheepishly.

"It's not like I really have a choice." I told him. "If I dropped out Tony would be an even bigger headache and throw a hissy fit. Plus, if I want to go to college with my girlfriend next fall, then I have to get my high school diploma."

"You're going to college? And you have a girlfriend?" He asked.

"Yep. Annabeth." I said. Purposely leaving out the college. I can't remember the alias I was given for it, and saying "New Rome University" would probably raise some questions.

"What's she like? And why haven't I ever seen her?" He continued asking.

"She's amazing. She's perfect. Super smart. And she's currently studying abroad with her mom." I semi-lied. It was kinda hard to explain that she was really redesigning the home of the gods.

"Oh. Well that's nice. What's she studying?" He asked. 

I was trying to refrain from running away to my car. I really didn't want to be rude. 

"She's studying architecture and engineering, I think. Now, sorry Steve, but I have to go." I ran to my car.

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Once I got to school, I was in a considerably worse mood.

My head hurt even more, as well as feeling like it was full of cotton. I felt dizzy and lightheaded on top of that, and my stomach felt like it was being turned inside out.

I parked my car and grabbed my bag. Then walked into the building.

I went straight to my locker.

 Will and Nico both enrolled into the school for their Sophomore year. Will wanted to become a doctor in the real world, that meant he would need a high school diploma to get into college. Nico wanted to spend more time with him. So, here they were.

I started feeling lightheaded as I walked to homeroom, which I shared with Nico and Will.

"You good?" A voice asked as I leaned against the wall.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah I'm fine," I responded.

"Okay." Nico said as he walked past me and into the classroom.

How did I get to homeroom, already? I wondered as I walked in and sat down.

Here yall go.

EDITED FEBRUARY 6, 2024

Word Count: 889 Words Total