Percy POV
I'm not the type of person to push my luck. In fact, I hate doing that. The fates are out to get me anyway, so why should I bother trying to make things worse for myself?
But isn't a man allowed to hope that things just get a LITTLE better for himself and his girlfriend?
Ever since we started living in the Avengers' Tower, I can say that our stuff has started to get better. I mean, we were still stick thin and suffered from horrific nightmares, but they significantly lessened. We had people to talk to now that, as stupid as it sounds, weren't demigods. You would have thought that talking to other demigods would help, but the thing is, it wouldn't.
Not in the same way.
Demigods are people that have to put up with the crap of the gods from the day that they're born. They're used to nonsense. We're born with a level of tolerance that no one else has. Others moved on from the war. They grieved and the process was difficult for everyone, but, like everything, they made it through.
It wasn't the same for Annabeth and I.
We saw different things. Experienced the war in a different way. The younger ones called us brave and awesome. I'm apparently their role model.
But I'm also just a 17 year old boy.
So when Annabeth and I got a chance to live in the tower, a chance that we took, we started to get a little better.
I really hit it off with Tony after that night we hung out. He lets me sit around in his lab and just talk sometimes, which is cool.
Annabeth made friends with Clint, who almost went into fatherly-protective mode after hearing our story, and Clint helped/forced Natasha to warm up to us.
Everything seemed to be exactly where it was. We were healing. The Avengers knew our secret.
Everything was perfect.
Until it wasn't.
"Pass me the salt Perce," Steve called out from the other side of the table. I slid it across the surface towards the man. We were all in the living room, enjoying our dinner together. Annabeth and I were eating small portions that were monitored by our friendly Dr. Bruce who insisted on personally helping us get back to normal. When he found out that we were just guessing our way through it all, he almost had a stroke.
Clint was cracking his stupid dad jokes and Tony was being his usual pompous prick self while Annabeth started ranting about all her corrections and adjustments for his suit.
I loved it.
And then everything changed.
I could feel my senses going on overdrive as my eyes narrowed towards the window. Something was coming, I knew it.
"Everybody shut up," I hissed with such a commanding voice that silence fell over the crowd. Annabeth's posture turned sharp as she suddenly became alert. "I can feel something."
"Guys, don't worry, nothing's going to get in—" Tony started to say.
"Shut it Tony. Percy's right," Annabeth whispered, getting up and on the defensive.
"Get down, all of you. On the floor, now!" I commanded, as I pulled Riptide out of my pocket. I kept it in pen form, but cautiously walked towards the window. Annabeth pulled out her sword that she got magically shrunk by Hermes to fit into the dagger drap she had on her leg.
And then all of Hades broke loose.
The windows broke and glass shattered everywhere while two batted creatures rampaged across the room. The Avengers looked like they wanted to help, but they stayed down after Annabeth told them that mortal weapons don't work on monsters.
Wise Girl and I were fighting the monsters, ducking under slashes and trying to get a good hit.
"Percy, these are griffins, half-eagle and half-lions," Annabeth told me. We needed to get a good hit at its underbelly, it's weakest part.
I focused my attention on the one that I was fighting. I was so close to clipping its wings so that I could get a solid strike in, when I heard a cry. Annabeth shrieked as she fell on the ground, a large gash on her upper thigh bleeding profusely. The clawed hands of the griffin went forth to get a fatal strike onto her chest. I ran over and somersaulted on the ground and grabbed Annabeth's body out of the way at the last second. We both went tumbling into the countertop and I smashed my back against the marble.
"Stay here," I demanded, forcing Annabeth to hold onto her sword but not get up. She was in no condition to fight after that leg injury.
Everything hurt and my sword arm was bleeding badly from the sharp cuts made by the griffin, but I stood protectively over Annabeth, determined to keep her safe. I fought the griffins to the best of my ability, vaguely aware that Annabeth did not listen to me and got up to go wrap something around her leg so she could come back and join the fight. Rolling my eyes, I surrendered to her willful stubbornness.
I hadn't realized that I was backing up in the wrong direction when, all of a sudden, the two monsters flew right out of the building, from the already-made hole in the glass.
And tipped me right over the ledge in the process.
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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...
