The Last Part

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Percy's POV

   It's kind of depressing to think that a shower is the best part of your night.
   Sad and pathetic as the truth is; it's true. After Annabeth's 'disappearance,' being banished, going for a joyride with a whole bunch of people, and joining the Avengers, Percy's hot shower was the best part of his night.
   He found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt on his bed and gratefully put them on. He was comfortable, despite the fact that his room was the largest bed room he had ever slept in. There was a king sized bed with a flat screen tv and mini refrigerator. The area of the room couldn't be less then 100 feet, but the cream colored walls, hazy light, and view of the city made the room cozy.
  It was around one o clock in the morning, but Percy didn't feel like sleeping. He was tired, yeah. But it was the tired that no matter which way he slept, he wouldn't sleep. All he could do was think.
   Percy didn't like thinking that night.
   He didn't want to think of Annabeth, anything but Annabeth, but his mind kept wandering back to her. He thought of all of their adventures together, finding the master bolt, saving Grover and camp, and when Annabeth got kidnapped...gods. If Percy couldn't handle being away from Annabeth when she was alive, how could he handle it if she was, she was...
   Dead.
   Percy didn't want to believe it. Yeah, he had believed it when he was crying over it, but now... He felt like Annabeth was still out there. He felt like somewhere, Annabeth was waiting for him. Even though Percy knew that was impossible, he had seen her ashes.
   Ashes, Percy remembered. For all he knew, they were still there. What would the Athena cabin do, when they woke up, and their head counselor wasn't there? Or when the camp went to breakfast, and Percy and Annabeth were at the tables? What would they think of the pile of ashes in front of Percy's cabin? Would Hera appear and explain how Annabeth died a death that wasn't caused by her and how Percy had mysterious left?
   Percy really wanted to throttle that goddess.
   Too many times Hera had messed with their lives. First, with the labyrinth, sending intestinally challenged cows after Annabeth... Just being annoying in general. And because of her... Wise Girl was dead.
   Percy couldn't stand looking at the view of New York City anymore, it was his city sure, but after Annabeth had died, he thought things just shouldn't stay the same. Percy turned away.
   "Sir," JARVIS suddenly spoke. "Are you going to sleep at all tonight? It's now two in the morning."
   "I really can't sleep Jarvis."
   "Have you actually tried, sir?" The British voice questioned.
   "I guess if you were created by Tony you'd have his sense of humor," Percy said smiling.
   "That could be true. But in my opinion, I'm much more better looking."
   Percy laughed and it made him feel good. Then immediately felt guilty because, how could he feel good if Annabeth was dead? "Got any suggestions on how to sleep?"
   "Counting sheep is a good one, sir."
   "I can't count that high."
   "Perhaps, telling someone your problems, sir."
   Percy didn't respond. How could he tell anyone, ANYONE, about his problems? All the quests, the multiple times he nearly died, fighting Kronos, the big quest, and Tartarus. Most of all, how could he tell anyone about Annabeth? Percy just wanted to keep it all locked away, hidden. "I don't think anyone would believe me."
   "I find that heard to believe," JARVIS said. "Considering the fact that they have been through things other people would have a hard time believing."
   "Things such as?"
   "Have you ever been inside a block of ice, not aging, or awake, but alive? Are you a god from a different world? Has an experiment gone bad for you and now, you have another guy inside of you that is big, green, has anger management issues, and wears purple shorts?"
   Percy honestly didn't know what to say to that. "Does being possessed by an eidolon count?"
   "Good night, sir." And JARVIS was gone.
   Percy groaned in frustration. He couldn't do this. He couldn't be away from his friends and family forever. But because of that stupid goddess he was banished, he couldn't go back to any camp. He couldn't even face his mom. Percy didn't think he could handle his mother's sadden face, comforting him, when he didn't want to be comforted. He knew he would scare both his mom and camp, even though he was still in the city, but Percy didn't know what else to do.
   Percy sighed and got in his bed. The sheets were comfy and soft and the mattress seemed to bend where he was. Percy's head sunk in the pillow, and he couldn't help but think of how quality the bed was.
   Somehow, someway, Percy found sleep.