Against All Odds (PJO/Avengers)

Central Park Becomes Leila's Least Favorite Place

Hello, little midgets! Right now, since I'm bored and I have no life, imma update. What the Hades am I supposed to say now?

OH, RIGHT. I FORGOT THE DISCLAIMER. I ONLY OWN A FEW CHARACTERS, LIKE LEILA HERE.

Okay? Okay.

READ ON, MY LITTLE MIDGETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Third Person POV

Leila Darius stepped away from the apartment her mortal aunt lived in and hailed a taxi. "Central Park," she told the driver. She settled into the cab while rubbing her stomach. These people had it good here in New York. They didn't need to buy a car, they could just hail a taxi. And the food. These people really knew how to make penne pasta.

Leila had gotten a dream the night before, a Thursday, that told her to come to Central Park. She didn't know what it was, of course, but she didn't like it. So naturally, she needed to find out what it was. She wasn't scared. And, she'd already gone through the double procedure with Hazel and the Hecate kids.

She got out of the taxi, paid the driver, snatched a map from a stand, and walked into the not-so-great forest of Central Park.

Hey, she was from California. More so, Northern California. She'd been to science camp, and she'd taken tons of hikes through forests. These New Yorkers didn't have lots of forests.

Leila navigated her way through the park using her map. She remembered the last time she was here, when she was nine. Of course, then, she had no idea of the demigod world. She hadn't been following something that could kill her.

She found her way to the beggiest (Dat spelling doe.) lake. If her suspicions were correct, the voice was something connected to the water. She'd heard the voice coming from the lake she was standing near in her dream.

The chilling voice came back to her: The world you know and love will perish. Water will rule.

Leila stood at the lake shore, holding her weapon - A Swiss Army knife that could transform into a lot of things. She transformed it into a spear, one of her preferred weapons. She stood on the lake shore, waiting for anything that might show itself. She nicked herself on her wrist - just a scratch - and stuck it into the water. If it had been normal, the small cut would have faded. But it didn't. Leila sensed anger, as if all the molecules in the water were shaking uncontrollably.

Eventually something did show itself - a naiad. "Run," she told her, "Save yourself before he can reach you. He's more strong than you could know. Run. The sea will obliterate you." The nymph's face was masked with pure terror. She kept fidgeting as if she didn't want to be here, and she probably didn't.

Leila clenched her jaw. "I'm not leaving until I find out who 'he' is. I don't care if I die. And I don't suppose you could tell me his name?"

The naiad looked around desperately. "Naming names isn't a good idea when he's this close. Don't say I didn't warn you." And just like that, she sunk herself in the water.

Great, Leila thought. I should've charmspoken her when I had the chance.

The lake started to ripple. The water started swirling upward, forming into the shape of a giant that was approximately twelve feet tall. He was bare-chested with light skin and a gray beard. He wore pants that would probably be regular to Vikings, and in his hand he held a shield and at his side was a sword sheath.

Leila looked at him. Okay, what are his disabilities? she thought. Well, he was bare-chested, and he wasn't wearing armor. All he had was a shield in hand, but he had a sheathed sword. Of course, he was huge, but his shield was going to be useless if it came to combat. And his sword was sheathed. Leila decided not to focus on the fact that he probably had some big godly powers. And he was probably immune to charmspeak.