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

Chapter 14: Percy

When the so-called "Bucky" grabbed my neck, I knew I was done for. Before that moment, I figured, Hey! I have a fighting chance. I'm still standing, aren't I?

Wrong.

In the back of my mind, I had acknowledged I wouldn't be able to beat him. Stay alive a little longer? Sure. But defeat him in hand-to-hand combat when my sword didn't even work on him? Yeah. That wasn't going to work. And just as fantastic, my powers weren't cooperating with me. Again. Nothing. Not even a drop. What was wrong with me?

I was tired, with no weapon, and way out of my comfort zone. It was really no surprise that the dude had taken me out disgustingly easy. Now, if he and I both had a sword to fight with instead... then maybe I'd win.

Once the freezing metal fingers grabbed my neck, slowly choking me, I started to gasp for air. I desperately attempted to get oxygen into my dying lungs, but not a single wisp went through my respiratory system. Black spots formed in my vision, and everything turned a dizzying yellow color while noise in my ears seemed to fade away into a tinny wave. It left me completely senseless, and it was all I could do to try and not pass out. My fingers wildly gripped at the hand holding me in place, prying the cold hand off of me as much as I could, but the chokehold only tightened. 

I started to lose feeling in any of my limbs, and I knew my body couldn't take the strain anymore. The black spots overtook my field of vision, and I only managed to get out one weakened and raspy word out. 

"Help," I said, hoping anyone would hear me and come to my aid. Kinda pathetic, I know. In my defense, the half-choked-to-death-me had no clue what was happening. Steve had seemed to recognize the terrifying man from my dreams, but I had never heard of him in my life. I was confused, worn out, and beat up. My body gave up, my eyes rolled back into my head, and my brain shut down, hiding away from the world. 

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I seemed to regain my senses a few times, but not with much clarity. Every time I sort of came to,  I only noticed how much my throat hurt from bruises formed on my neck, how much my bloody nose ached, and the warm blood dripping down my chest that I knew was seeping through the slash I had received. It was really annoying how my body kept jostling and flopping around like a fish on someone's shoulder. The pain overtook me time and time again, and so I passed out. 

When I woke up for good, I found myself sitting in a cold, strange chair. I cracked my eyes open, and was greeted with a bright light blinding me. Blurry shapes that I assumed to be people stood around me, talking in jargon I didn't understand. I blinked blearily, trying to ignore the ache in my body. The room was austere, with strange equipment that looked like it came out of a horror movie, and it sent a jolt of fear down my spine. 

I was still trying to recover my dulled senses, but tried to sit up anyways. With another cut of panic, I realized metal clamps were restraining my arms and legs, preventing me from moving much at all. My shirt was gone, with two patches with wires stuck to my chest, revealing my many scars. A bandage had been stuck across the recent wound, but small scratches and cuts bled slightly. My nose felt crooked and painful, but I tried to ignore it.

Just hold out, I told myself. Someone will come for you, and then you can drink some nectar.

I struggled against the straps to no avail. They cut painfully into my skin, which did not help the rest of the ache my body was going through. A man stepped into view, someone who I didn't remember from my dreams. His expression was passive, showing little to no emotion to my struggle. He wore a crisp suit, without a single wrinkle present in the fabric. He looked middle aged, with wheat colored hair. I felt like I may have seen him before, maybe on the news once or twice.