Thor: I do not know where thy author went?
Loki: She did not end up with you?!
Thor: No...
Scott: What do we do?!
Percy: Do the story ourselves! This is the 2nd chapter, the author doesn't own anybody accept Scott and Logan but Marvel or Rick Riordan owns the rest of us-
Scott: And here's the next chapter!!
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Percy POV
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I ignored the Avengers and mostly stayed in my room. I only came out when I needed to and this is my life for the last month. I haven't been able to see my dad or I haven't seen uncle Thor, though I heard he is coming back tomorrow.
*BEEP BEEP*
I looked around and saw some flashing red lights, frowning at them I tried my best to ignore them.
Just as I was about to destroy the bloody thing, my door was slammed open by Iron Man in the suit. I glared at him and waited for him to start.
"Avengers are going on a mission! Stay here!" With that he left, not waiting for me to reply, though I wouldn't reply anyway. I'm a mute!
This is my chance, I thought. I quickly got up and got my shoes on. Peeking out of my door I saw that the Avengers had gone so I continued towards the elevator and down to the ground level. As soon as I saw the doors I made a dash for them and surprisingly nothing stopped me so I was out.
Smiling I started heading to my old 'home' to Gabe and his drunken mess.
* A * COUPLE * OF * STREETS * LATER *
Creeping into the apartment in a run down building, I saw that the apartment had gotten worse and there wasn't 5 inches of the floor left without being covered in beer bottles, cans, old and rotting food.
The smell was dreadful that even my own socks would smell better than this so I had cover my nose to at least try keep the smell out of my nose. (Warning: DO NOT SMELL PERCY'S SOCKS!!)
I saw my stepfather passed out on the couch, probably from drinking too much alcohol again. Rolling my eyes at the sight I started to make my way down the little corridor to an occupied bedroom.
(⚠ WARNING ⚠ ABUSE, SELF HARM etc. WILL BE MENTIONED SO PLEASE SKIP IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ!!!)
I opened the door and saw a figure, whimpering in the corner. I remember being in this room, no wonder he's whimpering.
I quickly walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched but I didn't move. I then started to rub circles on his already scarred back.
He seemed to realise who I was, because Gabe would definitely not do this, because he leaned into me. I smiled, probably the first I smiled in this torture room.
Looking around I saw chains, kitchen knifes and whips. I shivered as I remember my time in the 'game' room, as Gabe calls it. Several slashes of the knifes, but they weren't too deep just deep enough to draw some blood.
Whip marks on my back but not as many as the figure in the room because he always stood up for me.
(DONE!! FOR THOSE WHO SKIPPED THAT PART READ THE NEXT BRACKETS BELOW)
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Prisoner Of THE AVENGERS?! (DISCONTINUED)
FanfictionLoki has not just one son but two sons, one two years younger than the other. One blind, one mute! A/N Percy is quite different in this than in the pjo and hoo series so please do not judge as this is my own story. I would like to warn you that ther...
