The Black Serpent (Pjo/Avengers Crossover)

Chapter 6

Leo's POV
(Bet you didn't see that coming!)
*three years ago*
I remember a flash of light.
Searing pain.
Nothing.
My eyes flew open and I found myself on the back of Festus who appeared to be flying over an ocean. I was covered in soot and thank god for Calypso's fire proof clothes or I would be flying in the nude. Either way they were completely tattered. I died! Thank god I programed Festus to inject me with physicians cure and fly us away because otherwise I would be stuck in the underworld right now. Guilt flooded through me and I almost turned back to go see the Seven. Gaea was dead. I just knew it. We could celebrate all night and- No Leo! Remember Calypso. We have to rescue her first. I opened the access panel in Festus's neck and whooped for joy. The navigation readings were completely messed up!
"Descend Festus!"
The dragon plummeted beneath the fluffy white clouds (I got very cold and wet but heated myself so it just evaporated off of me). There below me was a single green island in a vast blue sea.
"YEA WHO DIED? WHO CAME BACK? WHO'S YOUR FREAKIN' SUPERSIZED McSHIZZLE NOW, BABY? WOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
we spiraled toward Ogygia and I saw her. She stood on the beach, wearing jeans and a white blouse, her Amber hair pulled back. We landed badly due to Festus's broken leg and I face planted in the sand. I looked up at the love of my life and gave her my best grin.
"Your late." She announced, eyes gleaming
"Sorry Sunshine, traffic was murder.
" You are covered in soot. and you managed to ruin the clothes I made for you, which were impossible to ruin."
"Well you know..." I puffed out my chest, "I'm all about doing the impossible."
She laughed and pulled me into a kiss. Happiness flooded through me and I had to make a conscious effort not to bust into flames. She pulled away and I almost laughed at the soot smudged on her face.
"Once I fix Festus we can go anywhere Sunshine, that is... You do want to come right?" Uncertainty prickled through me. What if some other hero had landed here that she fell in love with? Maybe she hated me for leaving like she hated Percy!
"I absolutely want to go with you fire boy, that is not even a valid question."
---------line break a few hours--------------
I put the final touches on Festus and Calypso walked over with two suitcases
"I made you some new clothes, go change." She said handing me the suitcase labeled 'Super sized McShizzle, Leo Valdez'
I laughed and ran to her cave to get changed. When I walked back out in black skinny jeans, white T-shirt and red suspenders I saw Calypso clutching a silver plant and her suitcase, seated on the sand next to Festus.
"How do I look?" I shouted giving her a twirl.
She giggled and in a mock serious voice replied, "smoking hot Mr. Valdez" I pulled her into another kiss and off we went, on our way to anywhere.
----------time skip to present time---------
Since leaving Ogygia Calypso and I have traveled the world, carefully avoiding North America, Greece and Italy. Not because I didn't want to see my friends, I just was scared to. What if they didn't make it? Besides, Calypso wanted to see as much of the world as possible to make up for the time wasted on the island. We got married on my Eighteenth birthday this past July 29 (BTW I made that up) and couldn't be happier. We discovered that since leaving the island Calypso appeared to be aging at roughly the same speed as me so she appears around 18-19. I got us fake paperwork and licenses but decided not to change our names (Leo and Calypso Valdez) because we couldn't think of anything else worth calling ourselves. Thanks to Festus we were able to stay under the radar of basically anyone. I was happier than I had ever been but unfortunately all good things have to end... At least that is the case for me. Me and Calypso were snuggled up in a gorgeous hotel room in the heart of Spain when it happened. We had been drifting off, happy in each others arms when the horrors of a nightmare dragged us into our past.
*Dream warning thingy*
The putrid air choked me and I struggled to take a breath. A hand squeezed my own and I turned to face my love.
"Calypso... Where are we?"
"This is what you might refer to as a demigod dream. It is a warning of future events from the Fates or other powerful beings. Even gods can send them, but none this powerful."
"Do you know where we are?"
"...No" our conversation was cut short by three raspy voices speaking as one,
"Our champion is in danger! You must save him. Our champion is in danger!"
Images flashed before me of Percy, screaming. Terrible, terrible, screaming. He clutched his head in agony and when he turned to face me his eyes were like shattered glass swirling in an unending vortex.
"Save our champion!"
"From what?" I heard Calypso call out.
"Himself"

-Dun dun dun! I almost ended there but not even I am that cruel- or am I even more evil? Mua ha ha ha ha

Tony's POV:
(full of surprises aren't I?)
Endless space, sucking me in closer and closer. Millions of warships ready to blow my planet up. My teammates lay dead at my feet and yet here I am, still breathing. Why are they torturing me? Why won't they just kill me? Kill me! Kill me! I don't want to live anymore. Please let me die. Please have mercy and let me die. The voices just laugh and dig their claws in deeper dragging me further into unconsciousness.
Please let me die

Percy POV:
Behold our champion!
I compulsively replayed the words over and over trying to figure out what they mean. I'm no champion. I am a failure. I deserve death but am to weak to go through with it. Why would anyone, let alone fate want me as a Champion. What does that even mean? And why was Chaos - if it was Chaos - there? I certainly am not special enough to earn his attention. I can't even save my friends, why would anyone want me? I thought back to that night in the tower. Why did I swear to protect them? I don't even know them and I certainly didn't owe those people anything. But seeing that woman's face... Her passion and love of her boyfriend. It broke my heart. Then I looked at the man I planned to kill, passed out in a hospital bed, a group full of people who love him standing to the side ready to fight me to the death, and I looked inside his mind. Despair and darkness and evil were all I could find. His brain was a mirror image of mine. His darkest fear was my reality. I couldn't kill someone who in all ways was better then me. He hadn't lost his loved ones yet. I would protect them. I would save them from that fate. For once I will bring life not death. I must. If I fail this, I will lose the shattered remains of my sanity and never get them back.
Behold our Champion.