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

Epilogue: Percy

Days, weeks, months passed.

Percy felt better.

He talked to Annabeth and his friends more.

The Avengers took turns making well-crafted, sincere apologies.

His mom never did take up Fury's offer. Unfortunately, the old goat still tried to find ways to contact his family. Percy ghosted him every time.

Poseidon called one time, too, showing up out of the blue. Percy had very pointedly told him to leave him alone. He was still angry about his indifference, his audacity, his callousness, and rightfully so. Percy didn't know if he could call him his father anymore, no matter how many excuses the god made. Part of him still blamed him for everything. After all, Oceanus only cared about hurting him. Percy was just collateral damage and a means of torture that hadn't even worked. Did he even love him? 

Percy decided he didn't even care anymore. He had no obligation to him. He didn't have to talk to him ever again if he didn't want to. 

Bucky called once. Percy didn't ghost him. They talked for over an hour about... everything. Gave advice to each other. Percy tried to convince him to come home, but he didn't push too much. Everyone coped in their own way. Who was he to dictate what others needed?

Steve didn't stop looking for Bucky. From what Percy had heard, he spent every waking hour trying to find information. He had vowed he would find him and bring him back home if it was the last thing he did. Percy opted not to tell him about his pen pal, though he wanted to. He had to respect Bucky's wishes. 

Moles were weeded out of SHIELD. Not all of them, for sure, not by a long shot. But it was progress. Turned out Fury was trustworthy, albeit a pain in the butt. That weird computer guy? According to one of the operatives they had caught, his program had been destroyed by Pierce. His name used to be Arnim Zola, apparently. An old Nazi who used to work for SHIELD. He had preserved his mind inside a computer screen before he could fully die. How that was possible, Percy had no clue. But in a world of gods and monsters, he fit right in.

The more they investigated, the more they realized that the corruption ran deep... maybe too deep. Pierce had escaped, vanishing into the shadows of whatever obscure country he was hiding in at the moment. 

Percy still wanted to destroy Pierce, for what he had done to him and Bucky. Every second of every day, Percy felt even a remnant of rage towards him. Something inside him screamed at him to find him, hurt him, kill him...

But death wasn't the answer. Vengeance wasn't the answer. It would just drive him further into a whirlpool of anger, and then that rage would be projected onto anything and everything he could find, with no specific target. 

Instead, Percy took up meditation, as a recommendation from the head scribe at Camp Half-Blood—the weird guy who tailed people around like a nosy reporter. It turned out the dude had great advice.

It was nice.

Bruce Banner wrote a letter of recommendation for Paul, since he was planning to get a more well-paying job as a university professor. Paul told Percy that the interviewer's eyes got as wide as saucers when he saw who wrote it, and might as well have given him the job on the spot.

Percy stayed in touch with everyone. His life was starting to look up, ever so slightly. The world didn't feel gray and rainy anymore. Color was seeping back into his environment. He saw the good things around him.

He still got flashbacks to unpleasant events. He still felt immense guilt over the death of the nameless man. He still remembered the burning metal of his own sword against his skin. It was those times when color and joy faded again, and he felt utterly alone. But then, Annabeth would come back to him. Or his mom. Or his friends. Warm tones of reds, yellows, and oranges would seep back into his skin. Warmth would fill his heart. And he remembered that no matter where he was...

He would never be alone.

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I honestly can't believe I wrote this much, I wasn't planning on it being this long. Hopefully this was to your liking!!! Thanks for being on this journey with me! I love reading comments, genuinely makes my day.

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