Natasha Romanoff POV
I wouldn't particularly label myself as the type of person that feels bad about acting a certain way. I would acknowledge my mistake, but I've been taught to never apologize.
Until I saw Percy fall out of the window.
I didn't believe their stories. I couldn't believe in a whole new world or realm of different dangers that none of us could see. Their tales seemed ludicrous. A bunch of little teenagers saying big things, throwing around words that hold such deep meaning.
Most of all though, I couldn't help but just feel awful at how I reacted. I'm a Black Widow soldier. A child soldier. Taught to fight and kill from such a young age. Percy and Annabeth are just kids too.
But when the monsters raided the tower, watching the two teenagers fight them with such agility and grace, there's nothing else to say other than the fact that I was in awe. They've clearly been fighting for years. Spent countless hours in training.
They're warriors.
And then Percy got thrown out of the window and Annabeth jumped right out after him, grabbing him and holding on at the last second.
Now? Percy was lying unconscious on a hospital bed, numerous wires attached to his body, while Annabeth sat next to him, completely distraught. Through all of this, I couldn't help but feel like this was all my fault. I caused him a panic attack before. Maybe if I wasn't so busy being suspicious of them, I could have asked them for pointers and learned how to help them fight the monsters that have been attacking them for god knows how long.
Sorry. Correction.
Gods.
But these are deities that do not have my respect. Those who rely on children to do their dirty work and fight their battles are not ones to be revered. There are children murdered and their lives lost and memories forgotten. Their tales are covered up all for the sake of keeping up the secret.
I meant what I said before. I'm done holding up all these lies. But right now? All I could do was wait.
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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...
