Nephew of Stark (Percy Jackson cross avengers fan fiction)

A tough night

--Percy's POV-- 

I was sitting next to Annabeth on the beach. 

I looked around. I knew this one. This was a memory 

I knew what was supposed to happen. Clarisse would storm over to us with a bunch of our friends at camp. They would pick Annabeth and I up and throw us into the water. 

And we would have the best underwater kiss of all time.

I looked down at my Annabeth to find that we were not 16 but 17. It seemed to be after this war. 

She looked up at me with her beautiful grey eyes and said, "what are you looking at seaweed brain?"

I chuckled, although I seemed to be on autopilot as I had not meant to.

"My beautiful wisegirl, thats what." I was happy that I didn't say something in a voice that wasn't mine because that always creeps me out to no end. 

As if reading my thoughts an erie laugh echos around me, and my surroundings crumple to dust. The dust swirls around Annabeth and I until it finally settles, creating a new place. 

We are in a red room (A/N: wrong fnadom but ohh well), there doesn't seem to be a door or window and the lighting seems to becoming from thin air. 

Annabeth who has been clinging to me goes slack in my arms. 

She lets out an ear-piecing scream, arching her body to the roof. 

I look down at her to see her covered in blood. Her grey eyes losing life quickly.

"You did this." She whispers, and a firm weight settles in my hand. 

A knife. 

"No no.... Annabeth I didnt.... I would never..." but she was dead. 

Annabeth began to crumple to dust. I scream her name over and over, tears streaming down my face. Her words echo in my mind. 

'You did this.' 

This is just a dream, I never hurt Annabeth. I try to convince myself. 

"Poor little demigod. All alone. You are never going to have a true home." A voice taunts, "Your friends are all gone, your family has died, you have nowhere left to hide."

I scream in frustration. 

"Why don't you join our cause. We will relieve you of your worries, you wil-"

"No!" I screamed, "I WILL NEVER JOIN EVIL!" 

"We are not evil. We just don't believe that mortals are suitable for anything but to serve us. First the mortals, then the gods. Why not little demigod. Why not?"

"NEVER!" I screamed. 

"Well than prepare for your death little demigod. For you have no use to me." 

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I wake up sweaty, with tear streaming down my cheeks. I look over at the clock.

3:30am it reads. 

I sigh, no way am I going back to sleep now. 

I then have a truly amazing idea. 

"JARVIS" I yell whisper,

"Yes sir?" 

"Is there a pool here?" I ask 

"Yes sir, on level 27."