Nico di angelo meets the avengers

chapter 24

*Caution: There may be 'feels' in this chapter(if I wrote it right, at least)

Wills POV

Drew was dead. I couldn't save her. There was... so much blood, so much blood. I knew this shouldn't faze me. I'd seen blood before, death before, but I loved her *did I?*. I loved her! Why would he do that? To get back at me? That doesn't seem like him. He would never hurt anyone, not like that. But I hurt him, and I can't remember why. I loved him? No. I couldn't have. I'd never love a monster, I'd never love someone who would do this. I couldn't have.

The burial was swift. She burned in a soft pink shroud, her siblings sobbing around the pire. My chest trembled, and i could feel tears starting down my cheecks, but yet I couldn't feel sad. Percy came over to me. He'd been cold with me for a while now. I didn't know why, but he clapped me on the back. He said, "Sorry for my loss *what loss?*.

Annabeths POV
Something wasn't adding up. That much was clear, I wasn't an aphrodite child, but it was clear Will and Nico loved eachover, and Nico wasn't a murderer no matter what some people thought. Maybe it was a monster? No, that's ridiculous they couldn't get past the barrier. An illusion from someone in camp? But why would they break up Nico and Will. Anyway, surely anything concerning a child of the big 3 would have a prophecy attached, and im fairly sure Rachel hasn't reported anything. So... what are my options?

A monster that somehow got through the barrier?
One had the power to manipulate or create illusions, some demigod child... or a god.
But who would do that?
Hades wouldn't? Would he?
Or apollo? But no, that doesn't sound likely
Or aphrodite, that's that's possible. But would she somehow get nico to kill Drew. Love can get violent, but somehow, I'm not sure.

Nico POV
Blue eyes?
Everything began to slowly click into place, and my stomach began to sink.
"That wasn't you, was it?"I murmed softly

"You'll have to be more specific," snarled Loki defensively

I looked at him, "Loki, your eyes aren't blue, there green," he didn't seem to understand. Was he not aware what had happened? Or maybe I wasn't making any sense in my realisation and guilt.

"The battle of New York(I think that's what it was called, I cant rember and im not looking it up/lh), that night, your eyes were blue, not green. How could I be so stupid. Loki, what happened wasn't your fault you were being controlled, wernt you, like I was..." I finished angrily

He didn't answer me, only looked towards me, confused.

I was controlled by eidelons, I, I lost Will and killed some one and you you were controlled too wernt you" as I spoke a sad realisation broke across his face," Loki, what happened wasn't your fault, do you understand?"

Loki POV
I couldn't break, not now, the boy doesn't know what he's talking about. I was looking for control, *he* gave it to me I just didn't realise the consequences. I didn't realise the cost, to myself, to midgard, -i think of thor and hades and nico-to my family...

I was going to stay strong, to keep it together, to not shatter, but when I looked at his face, no anger, no suspicion, just acceptance, I fell to the floor. If I could, I would have ran I would have used magic to disguise myself if these stupid rings weren't on my wrists, I would have done all those things if I could but he stopped me.

Not by force no, but by kneeling down with a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"It wasn't your fault," he whispered, "you were tricked, manipulated, and used for some monster's war that you should have had no part of."
His words were calm, but I could feel the anger behind them, like he had spoken them to himself before, and now he was telling them to me.

We had both been manipulated and used. We were both unwanted and cast away. We sat silently in a semblance of mutual understanding.

I was lost in thought for some time before I felt cold hands at my wrists. I would have flinched away, I would have if it were anyone else, but flinching away from him, from nico, have been flinching away from myself. We were one and the same, and I had grown tired of running from myself. Whilst lost in this thought, I heard a simple, soft snap of the bands that prevented my magic being broken

There was no big influx of magic. There was nothing but a simple ebb and flow, a sense of finding ones way home after being lost.

We sat together, our silence comforting to the other. It was at least, until the warning siren was sounded with starks robot saying I was loose and if found, they were ordered to kill on sight...