I May Be Blind, But I Can Still See Your Bullshit

Estella is a Great Artist

In the end Percy did not tell Annabeth about his dream. Was it a bad idea? Yes. Would it probably come back and bite him? Most likely. But she sounded so happy on the phone talking about how her dad and her mortal half brothers went to a new museum together.

"They actually seem like they might be interested in like science or art or something." She said. "They're still little brats though."

"They did steal my walking stick that one time." Percy reminded her. She groaned over the phone.

"That was so bad. But their faces when you were still able to walk around was priceless." She laughed that sweet laugh of hers. So no, Percy couldn't tell her that something bad might be coming. She deserves to be happy with her family. They all deserved to be happy. But when do demigods ever get what they deserve? So Percy was going to go to the next best person to talk to.

"Hey Stella!" Percy called from his bedroom. A few seconds later the sound of bare feet slapping against the wood floors got closer and closer.

"Are you still talking to Annie?" The little girl asked. Estella got into the habit of called Annabeth "Annie" when she was a baby and couldn't figure out how to say her whole name.

"No I'm done but I have a favor to ask." Percy smiled and the footsteps got closer.

"What?" She said happily.

"Wanna draw me a picture?" Percy could feel the disappointment rolling off his sister.

"Oh. I thought it was gonna be cool." She pouted.

"Stell please?" Estella rocked back and forth until she ran out of the room only to come back with paper and markers. She climbed up onto the bed and leaned the paper against Percy's legs.

"Ok fine. What is it?" Percy laughed a bit at her tone.

"Can you draw me a little girl?"

"Huh?"

"With really long black hair and pale skin? Oh and wearing a purple dress." Percy didn't hear the sound of markers.

"I thought your eyes don't work." She said finally. Percy slapped his hand over his face with a groan.

"Estella, this is important." He whined. He heard his sister huff than the sound of uncapped markers and them scratching on the paper. After a while the sound stopped.

"Okay. Done." Percy took the picture from her and folded it into a small square to tuck it in his pocket. He reached out and grabbed her small head, bringing his lips to her forehead.

"You are the best sister ever." She giggled and left the room with her markers.

Next Percy got out his phone. It was made for Percy by the Hephaestus cabin to make his life a bit easier. It was voice controlled and really easy to use. He clicked the button on the side, "Call Happy Hogan." He said and his phone began to ring.

"Happy Hogan." He answered.

"Hi Happy it's Percy Jackson."

"Oh!" He exclaimed. "What can I do for you Mr. Jackson?" Percy scoffed.

"Please Mr. Jackson was my-" he stopped. "Actually I have no idea who Mr. Jackson is. I guess my grandfather? Anyway it's just Percy."

"Right. Well what can I do for you Percy?"

"I was wondering if you could bring me to the Avengers Headquarters again tomorrow." Percy got up and walked in circled around his room. His jointed cracked while he stretched out the stress and sleep.

"Oh. I thought you were only going to come on certain days." He replied.

"Well there is something that I wanted to talk to the Avengers about and it can't wait until next week." Percy felt the picture in his pocket.

"Is this an emergency? Do you need me to come get you now?" Percy appreciated the concern in his voice.

"No. At least I don't think so. But tomorrow is fine. Unless you can't?"

"No! I'll be there early morning tomorrow." Happy said. Percy smiled and thanked Happy before hanging up. He wanted to speak with the Avengers about the girl in his dream. He didn't like the odds of him having a prophetic dream right after meeting with these so called heroes. And if they do have something to do with it he can push that problem to them and walk away. He is retired.

Would going to Chiron be a good idea? Absolutely. But would Chiron make Percy handle it himself because he was "his dream"? Also yes. So Percy has a plan. Talk to the Avengers about the freaky little girl using Estella's drawing as a reference, see if they know anything and hopefully be home by dinner without being shoved into a quest. How hard could that be?

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