The world felt like it was suffocating him; letting him sink into the darkness until he was no longer willing to search for the light.
They were gone.
He was alone.
Except for his Promise.
His eyes; the ones that used to glitter like the sunrise upo...
I found a real published fan fiction at the library today...practically. About a teenage girl who was rescued by Natasha... I dunno, I haven't finished it yet.
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Anyways on with the story!!
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The question lingered in the chill of the morning air. From his spot of warmth within the soft tangle of crisp sheets, Percy was silent. He let the question hover like fog, leaving the Avengers to only imagine the possible answer.
It was getting on their nerves, and he could tell.
He took a shaky breath and fingered the hem of his sweatshirt. Drowsiness had overtaken his features, his mind blasting on overdrive. They knew he wouldn't reply, so why did they stare at him so deliberately. His throat felt dry, prickling at the back of his tongue. He wasn't going to reply, they should have expected that. His brain seared with the sharp fragments of his broken memory's, and it was all he could do to keep them hidden away in the folds of his bitter resentment.
His eyes flickered obstinately towards the man who called himself his uncle. Tony kept his features passive, but Percy could detect the worry pooling at the corner of his eyes. They both acknowledged as their gazes locked that the general concern was not at all towards his nephew, but rather if he made the right decision. Did he choose the rightful choice fulfilling his job? Letting his nephew be questioned? His mind tumbled with unanswered questions. The ones he knew that he only had too wait too understand what he had inflicted. Of course he couldn't take back his decision, what was done was done. Percy saw through the thin web of facade. Past what everyone assumed. The man didn't care about him, no weak lie could hide that.
No one cared for him.
Not any-
Suddenly, almost unconsciously; his arms jerked, gliding to form a cradle against his chest. A sharp pain prodded the depths of his mind as his eyes dropped to his arms.
But they were empty.
He jerked up, the drowsiness no longer apparent in his eyes. The sheets suddenly felt like ropes, grabbing at his ankles as he tried to move. Twisting themselves like tree roots, clinging to his body. His mind shifted, the lights glittering against the shiny metal hand gun at Fury's side. The world seemed fuzzy, his visions buzzing like white noise on a station to far out of reach. The sheets still clung to his frozen body.
Like ropes.
Ropes.
His mind blanked, pulling him under his memory waves, the dark water churning and frothy, pulling him deeper.
