Avengers and Percy

Chapter 1

—- Percy —-

On my first day back at school, I got up ... somehow. It was arguably the hardest part of my day - getting up when all I wanted to do was wither away. But, knowing the frustrating fact that that wasn't gonna happen anytime soon, I did.

I walked to a local swimming pool and carefully snuck in through a window in the guys' locker room (knowing the Stolls will do wonders to your stealth abilities). The shower was quick; I would've stayed in there for longer if I weren't afraid of my father sensing me through the water. Then I put on some fresh clothing and left back out the window smelling a whole lot better.

Sure, my parents' apartment did have a fully functioning shower that I could get cleaned up in, but the memories in that place - the joy, sadness, grief, smells, and sights - were too much for me to handle. Even after the bodies were taken away and the walls and carpet scrubbed - I could equally smell the blue chocolate chip cookies, and see the blood pooled around their bodies on the floor.

I made my way to the cemetery, sitting in the spot with which I had familiarized myself quite well. Nine headstones sat in a row in front of me, the memories bombarding my mind as I read each name.

Leo Valdez, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang,

Annabeth Chase, Perseus "Percy" Jackson, Sally Jackson-Blofis, Paul Blofis

Everyone thought I had killed myself after I found my parents' bodies and I ran away. I came to the funeral, which may sound weird, but, besides staying out of sight, I wasn't thinking about the fact that it was technically my funeral as well. I went to pay my respects and say goodbye to my friends, my family - my whole world. It was a beautiful ceremony, at least, that which I could see from the shadows.

I saw Nico and Thalia, both of whom had survived the war. Conner, Travis, Katie, Clarisse, Chris, Chiron, Grover, and nearly a hundred more, though I couldn't see their faces from my hiding place. Everyone was crying, even the godly parents of the dead were there and had tears in their eyes.

I came every night from when the cemetery closed until it was nearly time for it to open. I sighed. This time, I couldn't sit around, remembering the times before. Today, I had to get to school.

I traced the inscription of Annabeth's name one last time, burning the words into my brain.

Annabeth Chase

Beloved daughter, partner, and friend;

May she finally be at peace in Elysium.

It also had the date of death under it, which I skipped over every time, and an engraving of an olive tree underneath the message.

I placed a hand on each grave, one at a time (except mine) then I snuck out of the graveyard and headed to school.

—- * —-

On my way, I passed by a jewelry shop. I immediately recognized the familiar shimmer of a certain owl necklace with sea-green pearls. I'd originally just kept it in my jacket pocket as a reminder, but then it became too painful and I sold it. Even staring at it at that moment, I felt tears begin to prick in my eyes.

I started to turn away, but then I caught my reflection in the window.

It's not hard to say that I looked unrecognizable: Dull, brown eyes thanks to colored contact lenses; gaunt, dark circles surrounding them; Dyed-blond hair(I had to bleach it at first, but it finally worked); muted tan skin. My expression was now closed off, my shoulders were a little slumped, and I was extremely thin.