A New Member

Eleven

Tony, Clint, Bruce, and Steve sat on the couch of the lounge. They sat worried as their new friend, or in Tony's case his nephew, screamed and whimpered and full on sobbed in his room. Natasha and Thor could sleep like dead people considering the fact that they were still in their bedrooms. 

Percy's POV

Tartarus laughed as I struggled in my chains. 

I was chained against the wall of a chamber in the Pit.  

"Round two," His voice echoed in my ears. 

I bit back a scream as Tartarus carved my abdomen up with Annabeth's old dagger. He slid the blade as far as it would go and I couldn't hold back. I screamed out as he moved the blade across my flesh. My shirt was in pieces on the ground and my pants were in rags. Tartarus healed my wounds just enough to scar. Then, he took me down and pinned me against the wall. 

"I let you win that fight, Jackson. I let you walk away. In return, you killed my children and my wife," He threw me against the floor. He began kicking me. 

"You demigods and your undying love to please your parent. If I dared to do what the gods do, I would make myself fade," Another wave of kicks and a loud groan escaped my lips. Blood trickled down the corners of my mouth. 

Tartarus grabbed me by the shirt I somehow ended up wearing.  

"This and more to come is for killing my family. For taking away what I loved. Did it ever occur to you that like you mortals, we immortals have feelings as well? Well news flash sea spawn! I have feelings as real as you!" He slammed me onto floor. 

He brought a knife to my chest and carved words. 

Murderer, useless, obedient soldier.

I screamed again, this time waking up. I sat there panting. Then, wincing, I limped to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. The water left scars and blood on my lips.

I got out of the shower, brushing the nightmare away, limping down to breakfast.