Against All Odds (PJO/Avengers)

Back From The Dead

Hey guys. Sorry this update is late. I've been busy, and I have a bit of writer's block.

Alan Rickman died today. Professor Snape. Died. At 69, from cancer.

David Bowie died a few days ago, at 69, from cancer.

I'm really sad right now, since I loved Alan Rickman and the way he acted. If you saw him on Jimmy Fallon's show, that was hilarious.

R.I.P Alan Rickman and David Bowie.

We will raise our wands for the Professor, always. We will always remember him.

READ ON, MY LITTLE MIDGETS!!!
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Piper POV

"Annabeth!" I engulfed my friend in a hug at the trauma room. "We heard about Percy. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she answered. "You brought everyone?"

I looked back behind me and grinned. I had brought Jason, Leo, Nico, Grover, Reyna, Frank, Hazel, and Leila. It was hard to fit that many people into the rather small room. Noise erupted as they all tried to comfort Annabeth.

I stared through the window at Percy, who looked as if he was frozen in a drowsy, half-asleep state. Much like how he looks in the morning. Poor Annabeth. I know how much she loves Percy. It must be killing her inside. I turned back to Annabeth and told her, "There's quite a crowd around you. I can ask them to leave."

Annabeth shifted in her chair, which wasn't like her. She was usually firm with an answer. "Okay. . . ." she trailed off.

I turned back to everyone and said, "People! Exit the room for a second!" I hadn't realized that I was using charmspeak until their eyes glazed over as they rushed out. I sat down next to Annabeth. "You wanna tell me anything?"

She shrugged. "The guy with the eyepatch and Maria Hill came into the room to ask a few questions. As far as I could tell, they didn't find anything odd, and neither did I. Percy just started having a seizure out of nowhere." She brought her hand up to wipe her eye.

I almost had a heart attack. "He had a seizure?!"

Annabeth looked at me straight in the eye and nodded. "Once, when I was buying something at a store, I heard a little girl ask her mom, 'Why do all the good people die young?'. The mother asked her, 'Which flowers do you pick for a bouquet?'. The girl answered, 'The pretty ones. Why?'."

I hugged her. "It's okay. Percy won't die. Not from something like this."

I heard shouting from the room that Percy was in. "What do you want?!" he yelled. Annabeth immediately barged through the door into the infirmary. 

"Percy!" She screamed and tackled him. I heard muffled sobs as Annabeth cried into his shirt. 

Percy relaxed as he felt Annabeth hug him. "Hey Wise Girl," he said. He patted her on the back slowly. Annabeth broke away and kissed him, full on. She broke away, once again, and punched him in the stomach. Hard.

"You idiot!" she yelled. "Don't you ever do that again!" 

Percy grinned. "I won't." He looked toward me. "Hey Piper."

"Wassup?" I asked casually. We all broke out in fits of laughter. I don't really know why. Maybe it was how casual I was. Maybe it was just because Percy was okay. I don't know.

We regained our composure and Percy asked, "Where's everyone else?"

"I may have charmspoken them to go outside since Annabeth needed space."

We all walked into the trauma room and then outside. Nothing could've prepared us for the huge crowd. I'd never really thought of or registered how big Camp Half-Blood was until this. There was so many people, enough to fill two popular concert spaces. They were winding through the corridor and through hallways. The noise was ear-splitting, from all the cheering. I smiled at the sight. 

"Hey guys. I'm alive," Percy said, grinning goofily. 

I shoved him into the crowd. Or intended to. He tripped and lost balance, therefore pushing down a bunch of people in the front. That caused other people to fall, so everybody fell."Oops," I said. Annabeth started giggling uncontrollably. "Percy's fault," I whined.

"Shut up," she answered. Everybody started to get up and started to mutter, but smiled. The place started to clear out, and the day went back to normal.

One heck of a day though.

Jason, Grover, Leo, Reyna, Leila, Calypso, Hazel, Frank, and Nico stayed behind. They all greeted Percy while he was on the ground. "I would bro-hug you, but you're kind of on the floor," Jason told him.

Annabeth helped Percy up. "You okay?" I knew she wasn't talking about the fall, by her tone.

Percy frowned. "I feel like I did when I stepped out of the Little Tiber. Vulnerable, unprotected." His eyes widened. "What was that prophecy that Rachel gave?"

"'The son of Poseidon's power shall fade-'" Annabeth recited, but Percy cut her off.

"That's it! My power faded! My powers from the sea!" He started to pace back and forth, running his hands through his hair. 

"Is that even possible?" I asked. "I mean, they're what make a demigod themselves. You inherited them from Poseidon."

"Gee, Piper, I didn't know that," he said sarcastically. "But he did take them, somehow. He's a sea god of some sort. His name is - " He frowned. "I just knew his name. It rolled off my tongue in my dream."

"Hold on," Annabeth commanded. "Who? A dream in your coma?"

"The guy we met at Central Park a few months ago," Percy answered. "He's who the prophecy is about!"

"That makes sense," Hazel said. "Something about the greedy sea rising was in it, right?"

"Yeah," Nico answered. "And something about an Amazon defying something."

"And people fixing in ice, which doesn't sound good," Leo added.

There was a long silence of people taking in what was going to happen. "Well," Grover said. "I have to Iris-Message Juniper. See you." He clopped away, and people muttered things of why they couldn't be here. I was left standing alone.

What was going to happen?
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