Avengers "meet" Percy

Is thinking good?

Ok, lets start with saying that I am extremely sorry with not updating and II have no excuses whatsoever expect for school. Which is why I writing this a 3 am in the morning (Italy). 

I will keep it with Percy POV from now on.

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After lunch decide to go to the gym, I notice Steve followed me and Natasha was eyeing us, I swear I saw her lurking in the shadows of the gym. Whatever. I get to a punching beg and start punching. 

The more I punch the more I feel angry, I am venting everything happened to me. The deaths *punch* My fault *punch* My parents *punch* My fault *punch* Beat Up Camp *punch* MY FAULT. *snap* the punching bag is on the floor, not that I have noticed by now.

I always have to stay strong. Everyone expects that from me. From when I was 12. I never had a normal childhood, but this is cruel. Without this life I wouldn't have met her. Without this life no one would have died. So was it a good life? For the family and friends I would redo it in a second. I would die in the first war and have kissed her only once if it meant saving everyone. 

I mean even the demigods who turned. I do understand them the gods did not care about us until the war, they did not respect my wishes of the first war, took away 8 months of my life which is very short being a demigod. 

I am MAD, no I do understand slightly the gods, they live for thousands of years if they got attached to their children what a life. They have hundreds and still they will always outlive them. Never dyeing and always seeing your own kids fall. Not the greatest life for a parent, maybe its that the reason that made them so cold, so distant. 

I wish I could just die and go to the underworld where I can see all the people who I am responsible for the death of. Unfortunately their death would be in vain if I would commit suicide. I think I have to just continue to be the plaything of the fates who adore messing with my life. Two wars before reaching adulthood and then there is a third one approaching. 

Maybe I'm the problem, it seems like trouble follows only me. I will move to Alaska after this war, maybe then I will be able to have peace with knowing that everyone else is safe.

I will not include camp in this war, they have already suffered enough, I will endanger their lives again. I will let them alone so new camper can arrive and the wars will just remain stories whispered around the camp fire, not the horrifying truth.

I realise I'm sitting down now, staring at the floor. I feel a hand on my back, it's reassuring, but I will never get to attached to anyone else. I will not be responsible for the death of anyone in the future. I will save everybody.

"Hey, calm down....