Tony's POV
I saw Percy put on a ripped up shirt and walk away.
This was my nephew. The sweet boy Sally said he was. I had a different approach.
I changed into a suit and went to the cemetary with Barton. When we got there, Percy had set his gym bag down and was hunched over a grave.
"God, I am such an idiot. This is when I need you Wise Girl. Every day my stomach churns because every morning I wake and you aren't there. Why are the fates so cruel? Why did they have to take you away? You're gone and I need you. I can't go back there. Not after everything. I could not come to your funeral because seeing you be put in the ground made it seem more real. I want this to be a nightmare so l can wake and see your beautiful eyes. Can you hear me Annabeth? I want to go, but every time I just can't. Mom and Paul are gone because of me. They didn't need to get involved. Everyone is gone because I was stupid. Annabeth I–I couldn't protect you like I promised. I said I was never leaving you again. I failed because now you're down there and I'm still burdened with life. I don't have any family and Uncle Tony could be dead for all I know. Dad is unavailable as always. Please tell me Wise Girl, that I'm dreaming," Percy said sobbing into his hands.
Clint had silent tears rolling down his face. I walked up to the fragile boy.
"Percy, it's me. Uncle Tony. Please come with me, I can't bear to see you like this."
He nodded and grabbed his bag.
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FanfictionI am sorry for making another one of these (not) so bare with me. I just love these types of stories. It's the Percy is the last of the seven, everyone else is basically dead and Percy joins the Avengers. Maybe there will be some twists but im not s...
