Against All Odds (PJO/Avengers)

A Kid Decides To Go To Sleep . . . Forever. Hey, That's Familiar!

I probably won't update this the day it's supposed to go, since I was just humming a song when I remembered that I have to update. Yeah.

O.o My mom just drank a huge amount of water. SIRIUSLY LADY, HOW BIG IS YOUR STOMACH?!?!?!?

Don't worry, I love you, mom.

So, yeah.

Above is my coloring from an adult coloring book. It's paisley. (•-•) BAYMAX

That was random.

READ ON, MY LITTLE MIDGETS!!!!!!!
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Fury POV

This wasn't good. These people, who are apparently called "half-bloods". They had supernatural powers, such as being pyro kinetic and charming people with their voice. I didn't know if we could trust them yet. A lot of them were extremely, smart, and they had gods for parents. I didn't know if the gods would frown down upon us and smite us with godly power, or something. But right now, we needed to keep them here. I've offered them rooms, With what Agent Romanoff told me about Central Park, I can say that they're important. Maybe we'll need them. This giant may be like another Loki. If he has an army, that's bad news. He seems powerful too.

Agent Hill came rushing into the room. "Director Fury, one of the half-bloods fainted. Out of nowhere. He was in the middle of his sentence and he had a seizure—"

"So take him to the infirmary!" I yelled and rushed out of the office. Sometimes, my Agents can be quite idiotic.

"Already done, sir. His girlfriend called him 'Percy'. The doctors are working on it right now."

"Anything else?" I demanded, briskly turning a corner.

"No—where are we going? The infirmary's that way," Agent Hill said, abruptly turning to a stop.

"But the trauma room's that way," I said, pointing to a door on the corridor. I pushed the door open, hoping to find a girl and some friends, or something, but I found . . . nothing. Well, I found an agent standing by the door into the infirmary. "Where's his girlfriend?" I asked.

"Well . . . she kind of kneed me where it hurts and locked me out. . . ." He said, wincing.

I huffed. "You couldn't knock it down?"

"The thing is made of steel," he replied.

I held my hand out to Agent Hill, and she handed me a bobby pin. I picked the lock easily and barged into the room. "Who are you?" I demanded from the blonde girl at the side of the bed.

"Shut up," she told me, holding a finger out. I then noticed the tears glistening on her lashes, and I decided to be a but more gentle.

"Can you please—" I started. She held her finger out and said, "No."

"Annabeth Chase, right?" Agent Hill asked from beside me.

"Yes. Now, my boyfriend is in a coma, so I'd like it if you please shut up," she told us, her voice choking a little. I glanced at the boy laying on the bed. His eyelids were somewhere between closed and opened, and on his mouth was a ventilator. I heard the blonde murmur something with his name, and I saw a tear slide down her cheek. She finally turned to face us. "What do you want?"