Percy Jackson and the avengers (crossover ) (1)

Chapter 15

Percy POV

An alarm started to blare, JARVIS started to scream about this mission or something like that. " New York Times square is under attack, I repeat New York Times Squa-, " he was cut off by Tony who was with the avengers getting ready for the mission,' yeah we got it buddy. "  I couldn't go because I wasn't part of the team but then the director showed up and gave me an option.

" Percy, would you stay here while they go in the mission, or will you join them and become an avenger? " I thought about it, I could get them in serious danger, they could die and I'll blame myself just like I did with the... others. But then if I don't go, then if the attack is from some monsters, then their weapons won't work on them, it would barely even slow them down, the team would die and again, I would be blaming myself for it.

" I will go on the mission, " the director smiled, it was creepy, but at least it was something. The other smiled and motioned for me to join them. We went up the elevator and onto the roof where a helicopter is waiting for us, oh god, Zeus. He will kill me.

" Do not worry young Percy, with me there you should not fear your uncle, " how did Thor know that?! Does he like stalk me or something ?! Man, I would't be surprised if he does, he seemed to know more stuff about me then I know about myself!

I nodded and joined the others in the helicopter, clutching my seat so hard that my knuckles turned white. It was a bumpy ride, thanks uncle Zeus, I thought very sarcastically. Thunder rumbled, whoops, sorry uncle Z. 

When we arrived, I immediately knew that the teams' weapons will not work. Monsters of every kind were running down at Times Square, slashing everything in their paths. The mortals screamed and ran for cover, probably seeing people with guns or something because of the mist.

The helicopter landed, we got out and before they could start taking care of the problem, I stopped them. " Your weapons will not work on them, " I tried bending the mist a little so they could see what they are up against. I guess it worked since their eyes widened and some took a step back.

" Why won't our weapons work? " Natasha asked, looking at the enemy, they were a lot. " These are monsters from the Greek legends and stories, it has to be celestial bronze, imperial gold or Stygian iron, it won't work on the monsters other wise, it would just slow them down a little bit. " 

I thought for a second before pulling out my extra dagger that I had just for emergencies. I handed it to Natasha who stared at it then looked up at me with raised eyebrows. " You know how to use a dagger right? well this will work against them so kill them like you can with a normal dagger, " she nodded and went with Thor to start killing them.

" I'm not sure about you guys but you could use your weapons to slow them down if we get overwhelmed, " they nodded and also set out, only Bruce was left, he nodded when he saw me smile, he knew exactly what to do.

" Smash, " he roared and charged, already in his hulk form, man do I love the hulk, my favorite superhero. I glanced around, securing the area before killing every monster in my path. Many of them were still roaming around but some have seen me and began to run towards me, time to die monsters.

Left, right, up, and down, my routine goes on as I killed another set of monsters, disintegrating them immediately. Golden dust was everywhere, on the streets, on the hoods of the cars, on my hair and clothes, but the most gruesome one is that I think some entered my mouth, nasty.

I saw Clint in trouble so I went to help him when I stopped and looked to my left, there he is, I thought that he is a coward and wont show his hideous face anymore. My friend, the Minotaur. 

" Long time no see, how has life been in tartarus, " the half man half bull charged at me, huffing its nose and scraping its hooves on the pavement, so animal like. I charged, and did the same thing I did to him when I was twelve, then the same thing when I was sixteen, he never learns, always the same mistake.

Soon, the Minotaur disappeared and went back to tartarus, hopeful to never see his ugly face again. I looked around me again to see that we weren't close to finishing, we were a little close, just not that much. I needed to get the team some new weapons so that they could actually do some damage here, all they are doing is slowing them down, it's like from the movie world war z, they kept hitting the zombies with bullets but nothing worked, it took a shotgun to take out one, or so I think, I didn't really get the movie, I was asleep most of the time.

Exhaling sharply, I felt the familiar tug in my gut. Water flowed around me, making a circle around the avengers and me so that he water could blast the remaining monsters to dust. The water swirled, almost creating a tornado. It was going slow at first, but I pushed harder until the cars were almost flying around, I needed it to be perfect since I wont get another shot, once I release this, I may pass out from exhaustion or be so incredibly weak that my sword would weigh like a ton of bricks in my perspective.

When I knew that it was the right time, I made oxygen bubbles circle around my friends so they could breath when he water hits. Letting the water go, I see that it disintegrates every monster it crossed paths with, turning them to dust immediately. That was epic, man I should practice more, I miss playing the water.

I slumped down in exhaustion when I was absolutely positive that no monster had made it out, only hills upon hills of golden dust was left behind as a reminder but even that is being blown away by the wind.

Darkness circled around me, taking me to the place I absolutely resent, my nightmares. I braced myself and felt myself slipping, time for the torture, yepee, note the sarcasm. The last thing I remembered was my name being called out by several people and blood red eyes.

" Tartarus "

Sorry it's so short but I will try and make it better, comment if you would like Percy to tell the avengers about Tartarus or he would experience the violence in his dreams- sorry nightmares from his own perspective. 

Thanks!