Aquaman? Whoops, Wrong Universe: A Percy Jackson Marvel Crossover

Chapter 5: Percy

The prospect of staying at Avenger's Tower for the indefinite future was... not appealing, to say the least. All I wanted to do was go home to my parents' apartment, throw myself on the bed, and take a nap. But here I was, in a strange tower, with strange people. Utterly alone.

I thought about how tired I was as I strode to the bathroom. It was very refurbished and... comfortable? Can I describe a toilet as comfortable? Well, it had marble decorations, intricate carvings, and more embellishments than I could count. It was more chic than any bathroom I had ever seen—which isn't saying a whole lot. The public school bathroom was nasty.

I relieved myself, which I will not go into detail about. I felt around in my pocket, looping my fingers around Riptide and rubbing it out of habit. I felt the cold metal of a few Greek drachmas resting below it, and I pulled one out. I thought for a moment to decide whether it was a good idea or not, remembering what Stark had said to me moments ago. If you run, we'll find you. Calling someone wasn't running, though, was it?

I turned the water on at full blast, trying to mask any noise I might make. I reached my consciousness out, and sensed the pool of tap water gathering in the sink. I focused, and pulled a few droplets into the air using my mind. I imagined them breaking apart into smaller and smaller molecules, and they did just that. Before I knew it, I had a fine mist floating in front of my face. I kept one hand outstretched to keep control, but threw the coin in with the other. Oddly enough, my hold over the water felt... shaky. I had to concentrate harder than I normally would to keep the mist from breaking apart.

Weird.

"O Fleecy, do me a solid. Show me Sally Jackson," I whispered, making sure my voice was low enough so as not to be eavesdropped on.

The air shimmered, but it broke apart to show a warbling image of my mother.

"Percy?" she asked, confused, whipping her head around when I coughed a hello. She was in her room, typing on a laptop. "Why didn't you come home from school today? Do you need a ride?"

"Shh!" I hissed. "Keep your voice down!"

My mom's eyes scrunched with worry. "Why?"

"Um, so. You won't believe this."

She raised an eyebrow, and gestured for me to go on.

I launched into my long story of the hellhound, waking up in Avenger's Tower, all the way to where I was then.

"... and now they won't let me leave," I finished, out of breath. 

"So you're telling me," my mom said with controlled anger, "that Tony Stark is holding you hostage at Avenger's Tower because of some... allegations?"

"Pretty much. I didn't even do anything! None of those things were my fault. Mostly. I guess Mount Saint Helens was me, but—"

"Percy."

"—that doesn't even really count, because I had to blow up the telekhines or a whole train wreck of bad things would happen and—"

"Percy."

"—it was actually kind of Hephaestus' fault, if you think about it—"

"Percy!"

"What?" 

"Maybe... maybe this isn't such a terrible situation."

"Excuse me?" I said, my pent up frustration from the day leaking out.

"It's just that... I don't want you getting roped into any more quests. Maybe if you stay with the Avengers, your, ahem, relatives will stop bothering you."