(Book 1) The Runaway (A Percy Jackson and The Avengers Crossover) *Complete*

Chapter 17: Take Me To Church

I felt empty, like something that once was in me was gone and I had no idea who to live with it. Even though I never outright killed that man, I felt responsible.

My hands felt like they were tainted red, and it was all I could see. I almost felt hopeless, almost.

While I couldn't face Tony now, not with this guilt swirling and constricting my gut, I had a mission, a goal that if I could accomplish then maybe redemption wouldn't be too far.

So I planned, and thought things out before my next mission, so the day before I walked up to the man that I still had no idea what his name was, "After this mission I would like to request taking Mr-uh, Winter Soldier out for hot dogs, as some sort of tradition please. No running, no sneaky business, just eating hot dogs in public." I asked feeling a little stupid.

Why would he grant it, I mean it would cause more trouble then not wouldn't it? But I stayed there under the wilting look of the man who made me half god.

"Very well. One hour of just you and Mr.Barnes out in public, no Hydra. It would be best if we could make him stop resisting even for a little bit." The man said with clasped hands behind his back. At once he turned and walked away leaving my heart beating just a bit fast with newfound hope.

The hope that with enough times of going out, he would do it anyway and it would prove to me that he might be able to remember certain stuff after all.

Including his long best friend Steve Rogers, or as we know him, Captain America the Patriot Man.

The next mission was a bit better than the last one, it was an infiltration job, stealing something from an upcoming company (That wasn't Stark Industries).

It was simple, we didn't need to use the pistols that we came with other than knocking a few guards out.

"Commanders say we have an hour." Bucky said and I grinned.

"Follow me." I said taking his head despite his displeasure and dragged him toward a hot dog cart.

Ordering two hot dogs and paying for them with bills that I took off the security men, I grabbed them and handed one to Bucky with ketchup.

"Eat." I demanded and took a bit out of mine, I saw him watching me curiously as he followed me example.

He face twisted into a look of both confusion and satisfaction, "What is this?" he asked after swallowing, I lead him to a bench that was in a park.

"It's called a Hot Dog." I told him and handed him a napkin and showed him that he was to wipe the excess ketchup on his mouth.

"And why are we eating them?" Bucky asked but still took a bite out of the food.

"Because you need real food that isn't fed via a tube, plus this way I can show you the world."  For once I was happy it was late in the weather because he had an excuse to wear his long jacket of his that covered his metal arm, and gloves he was wearing as well.

"Like what?" Bucky asked looking interested in what I had to say.

"Well, have you ever feed the ducks, geese, or whatever swimming animal is in the pond?" I asked thinking about how far the pond was and how far the nearest store was for bread.

"I do not know of what you speak." Bucky looked very confused as he said this and I took pity on him.

Once you're done with the Hot Dog, we're going to stop at a store and grab some bread, then I am going to show you how to feed the ducks." I told him determined for him to make some sort of memory to hold onto when he looks back to his days at Hydra.

Bucky held a raised eyebrow but once his food was gone he did follow my lead to a store, after throwing on a cap and sunglasses to hid our identity more, I grabbed some bread and we were soon on our way to the pond.

We were there for a few minutes just throwing small chunks of bread in the pond when my six sort of senses were going off.

I frowned and turned back to the bench where we first sat at with the hot dogs and say someone else with a cap on and a familiar looking stance looking at some sort of iPad and glancing ever so often behind him.

I frowned and looked to where he would glance to and found a security camera attached to one of the light posts around the park, I muttered a curse and dragged Bucky up while closing the bag of bread.

"We need to go." I said but part of me just stayed transfixed on the person in front of me, it was no doubt my uncle who looked worried.

Like seriously worried, he looked like he hadn't gotten enough sleep, hair was poking a bit out of his cap like he hadn't really combed it at all, and his hands still had a bit of dried grease like it was one of the things he did to keep his mind occupied.

"Whose he?" Bucky asked noticing that even when I said we should go, we weren't.
"My uncle." I said and automatically took a step forward before reminding myself.

Reminding myself that the person my uncle knew, and the person I was know. Were two different people, I had powers, a freak, created by Hydra to do their bidding including it seemed, killing.

I was a monster, a monster that can't go home, "You're not going to say hi?" Bucky asked next to me as we tried not to be obvious that we were just watching some stranger looking from his security camera to the place we got bread from.

"I can't." I said a sob almost forcing it's way out past my throat, "we...we need to go." I said steeling my emotions.

If I left now or even made any contact Bucky would get hurt, and there would be more on my conscience.

At that moment Tony Stark, my uncle who seemed to have been searching for me, locked eyes with me...