Poseidon POV
"We must do something brother! We cannot leave them to suffer like this!" I shouted, rubbing my forehead in exhaustion. Gods don't even get migraines, but my blasted brother always brings it out of me.
"We are not allowed to intervene! The ancient laws exist for a reason. Is that too much for you to understand?" Zeus sneered back, clutching the armrest to his throne dangerously. I could only roll my eyes as I waved my hand in the air and showed Percy and Annabeth in my cabin at Camp Half Blood. They were both lying awake, eyes filled with terror, cuddled together on the bed. They were both facing the door, Percy's sword in pen form still in his hand.
"Do you honestly not see anything wrong with this picture?" I said, exasperated. "They are hurt and traumatized. They have gone down to Tartarus, brother, a place even we do not dare to venture. Have you so little care for the very people— no, children— that won two wars for you? We sire children and give them so much burden."
"For once I agree with my uncle, Father," Athena spoke up. I was shocked to hear her agreeing with me. Since when did she do that? Athena had been awfully quiet this entire meeting, gracefully stroking her pet owl instead of snipping in snide remarks like she usually does. "If we keep on burdening these kids with this responsibility, they will stop doing our work. What we ask of them is already done out of obligation, not love. Remember, the Second Titan War was because that son of Hermes did not feel heard by their godly parents."
"Are you saying they threaten war?" Zeus said, stupidly.
"Gods, brother, do you even hear yourself? Are you so dense as to even think that Percy, of all people, would even think to do anything like that? His fatal flaw is loyalty! He would never lift a finger against anyone he loves, which includes us. We just need to maintain his trust. Leaving him to suffer with his pain is not the way."
"Besides," Areas piped up. "We know that the punk is powerful, even I'll admit it. He's not someone we want on our bad side."
"What do you propose we do then?" Zeus finally asked, for once saying something mildly intelligent.
"I say we send them to a mortal group of heroes," Athena said, sounding rather confident. I frowned at that though.
"What are a group of mortals going to do to help? They know nothing of our world!"
"Yes, that is true, but they have seen war. And not the mortal kind. This was a war against a member of the Norse pantheon, named Loki. They may not be experienced and definitely not as young as Annabeth and Percy, but they have seen a war of magic and have helped each other get through it."
"And you truly believe that these people would help?"
"I say it's worth a shot," Athena responded, making eye contact with the other gods of the council. Everyone murmured their own opinions.
"May I say my opinion, my Lords?" a timid voice came from the fireplace. Hestia, my sweetest sister, stepped out in her twelve year old form. "I agree with Athena. These people know how to support one another. I think they can help."
"Okay," I said, finally giving in. "If that is what you all believe, then we will create a chance encounter between Percy and Annabeth and these so-called groups of mortal heroes. What do they call themselves?"
"The Avengers."
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More Than Just Little Soldiers (PART 2)
FanfictionThe war had ended and all of the demigods had been left to pick up the pieces. For Percy and Annabeth, it was harder than most. The curse had worn off and their bodies had started to heal, but it seemed as if nothing could be done about their mental...
