Awaiting Discoveries {HOO, KOTLC, Avengers Crossover}

Oh Schist, The Emo Kid

"Nico! These guys are trying to kill me!" I yelled, figuring Nico would turn around and kill them all. I was very sorely disappointed when he took some duct tape out of his pocket and stuck some to my mouth. I was still out of my restraints, but one of the fancy people just looked at me and suddenly I was pushed to the floor by what felt like an elephant. Nico then proceeded to summon skeleton guards to force me to stay put. Another epic betrayal from death breath, who was currently speaking gibberish to the fancy people who I have decided to start calling the FPs in my mind because the words fancy people were getting boring in my brain. Is that technically a run-on sentence? I don't know. Annabeth would know.

Anyways, the FPs looked at me and one of them, a woman with long black hair, finally walked towards me. She ripped the duct tape Nico had put on my mouth (Ouch!) and spoke in a language I can understand; English. "You speak this strange human tongue, but not the enlightened language? What kind of elf are you?" I thought I heard her say elves. I'm going insane.

"Uh, elves?" I cursed and started yelling to the sky in Greek; "Seriously, Zeus? You think to yourself, 'Percy's finally fought all the mythical monsters I can think of, why don't I invent a new species of creatures who wear clothes from the 1930s and speaks gibberish for him to fight!'" The FPs looked confused, until the woman with the dark hair spook gibberish to them. Then they started to look even more hostile than before. I didn't want to know if I could fight all of them with skeletons holding me in place, especially if I counted Nico. I probably could if they were mortals, but if they could all do the thing the blonde girl could do I was doomed. I need a strategy and a escape plan.

Schist, I'm thinking like Annabeth. Soon I'll be studying maps of Ancient Mesopotamia and reading 1000 page books. I need to do something impulsive fast.

Nico had been watching me with an amused face in the corner of the room. I thought I had seen him talking to himself, but that's my brain after waking up from comas. It's sad I know what it feels like after waking up from a coma, now that I think about it.

The black haired woman spoke again, looking incredibly dangerous with her glare in her black robes. "Who is this 'Zeus' man you speak of? Is he the one who you were talking about in your sleep? Is he a Neverseen member, along with 'Annabeth,' 'Leo," and 'Tartar Sauce?'" I winced. Strange thing is, I usually only sleep talk when I dream, and I can't remember any of my dreams. Maybe I did that thing mortal people do called "forgetting your dreams because they're of you flying on a unicorn." Unlikely.

The black haired woman, noticing my wince, smirked and spoke gibberish again to the other FPs. They nodded and she spoke again. "You will have a tribunal tonight to convict you as a Neverseen member and then lock you in Exile to see what you are hiding." She spoke gibberish to the doctor, who had been standing there staring at the FPs. He seemed confused about their instructions but the FPs left, clearly unconcerned. Then the model appeared from the corner with a black haired girl that was even more beautiful and regal than the girl next to her. Why does everyone here look like a supermodel? Then death breath spoke "the enlightened language" to them. This was getting annoying.

"If nobody explains what's going on here, I'm going to-" I wondered for a second what to threaten them with before deciding in the worst threat of all "-I'm going to take any your blue cookies. Forever. So you'd better tell me why I'm on the floor in a hospital with a doctor in a strange uniform surrounded by supermodels who are dressed in clothes from the 1930s and Mr. 'you're not my type'." Nico facepalmed, the black haired supermodel looked confused and the blonde supermodel was trying not to laugh. The doctor looked at Nico who said something in the enlightened language. The doctor rolled his eyes. Was the 1930s not the years where medieval fashions were popular? Or was that the 1390s?

I'd have to ask Annabeth.

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"Find anything?" I asked Hazel, pouring over maps, charts, and articles about ancient myths. If I was to save Percy from his captors then I would have to find out who his captors were are where they lived. I looked through old police reports, maps of the incident, backgrounds on the people who attacked us (I couldn't find their records, but I saw something about a freak fire on a newspaper), and myths that may make sense in the context. There wasn't anything useful so far. If our theory about another training camp was correct there's no records about it, and the gods are ignoring our calls. Search parties, Nico, and the Hunters of Artemis were still looking for him. Chiron hasn't replied to my email about looking for him in Manhattan. Sally and Paul can't be reached, which is worrying. One problem at a time.

"No, unfortunately. Frank is out leading training exercises, and everyone has came back empty handed. Nico said something about an idea, but I don't know. He hasn't contacted me in days. In the meantime, I've been researching known powers of Zeus's children to see if our theory is correct. Jason-" Hazel paused for a second, as if she was reliving a painful memory. "-Jason used to say that every child of a god had different powers. He talked about Thalia not being able to fly but being stronger with lightning than him."

"So, if we trust Jason's theory, then myths about powers and demigods may not be the answer. The only way to find out these demigod's abilities is too find out ourselves-" Annabeth started.

"-but we can't because we don't know where they are." Hazel finished. "However, if they are a training camp of extremely powerful demigods, then they'll have measures in place to stop other demigods to find them. Unfortunately, that only leaves two options. We don't save Percy, which is not happening. The other option is almost worse. I trust you've already figured out what has to be done?"

"If we can't track the other demigods, we have to track one of our own from their base. Of course, they wouldn't pick some random demigod. Since we can assume that the attack was planned and Percy and I were the target, that means I have to give myself up." Hazel nodded. "Okay then. Now, would you mind telling me where to get a tracker implanted in Camp Jupiter? I'm still new here."

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Tony looked at more traffic camera footage in their makeshift base. He couldn't find anything suspicious or related to Perseus or the other three teenagers. Just people going about their daily lives. Laughing, driving, talking, getting ice cream, drinking coffee. He was getting frustrated with no leads or evidence, as Fury was no help and Natasha was still undercover in the city looking for them herself.  Steve was reading books on how technology worked behind Tony while occasionally glancing upwards to see Tony tinkering with his suit and nodding to himself.

After about four days of this, Tony finally found a lead. Annabeth, Perseus' friend, was walking around the city on her phone. She seemed to be looking at a gps. Tony alerted Nat and put on his suit. Steve grabbed his shield and followed Tony out the door. They needed to catch her before Perseus's captors.

Sorry about the late update, I've been really busy. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter!

Question of the chapter: What coloring is nothing; white or black?