Percy Jackson and the Avengers

Disclaimer

Okay I don't own Percy Jackson or the Avengers. Those go to their respective owners.

Also if i accidently copy something from your story i apoligize. There are a bunch out there. And as my science teacher once said. Say something only if you are hit by a meteor or come up with an original idea, the chances are about equal.

So don't copy this though. If you do I will hunt you down. Then give you to my friend. *evil laugh*

Enjoy

Percy

I couldn't believe it. Gaea is dead. I killed her. Riptide was sticking out of where her heart would be if she had one. She crumbled into sand. I turned and looked over the battlefield. Immediately I started sobbing.

Hazel was dead. An arrow was piercing through her armor to her heart. Frank died. A rouge demigod retrieved the pouch containing the piece of firewood. He threw a lopsided grin at Frank before lighting it on fire.

Jason and Piper died defending each other, lying side by side. Piper had been charm speaking monsters into killing themselves when a demigod from her own cabin snuck up with wax in their ears, well you can figure out the rest.

Leo had drowned. Not willing of course. It seems like the rouge demigods took precautions. Demigods wearing fire proof gloves drowned him in a river.

And Annabeth. Oh, Annabeth. I sobbed harder. She was lying on the ground unmoving, her body was harshly burnt. No doubt from Greek Fire.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Son, its over. We won," my dad's voice was solemn.

I didn't answer, I continued to sob. I could of saved them, I could be dead and they could all be alive. And it would be worth it.

"Close your eyes," Zeus commanded. I did as he said. When I opened them the gods had transported us back to Olympus.

I curled up in a ball and just laid there. I couldn't look at anything. It reminded me of my Wise Girl.

I was so wrapped in my grief, I didn't notice the ground start to shake. I could hear screams from the minor gods down below.

"Percy!" I realized my dad wasn't causing this, it was me. "You have to control yourself!"

I wanted to yell that I didn't know how, instead I vapor traveled(something new I learned), leaving behind a whisper that I wanted to be left alone.

I landed in my bedroom. I flopped on my bed. Wanting to sleep. The flashbacks, I tried to stop myself from falling asleep, to no avail.

Little Perseus, time to play,

Fury

I looked at the file sitting on my desk. It was small. Looks like we got a low profile case, I smirked. Boy, was I wrong.

Perseus Achilles Jackson

Age: 17

DOB: unknown

Mother: Sally Jackson

Father: Unknown, lost at sea, said to be P.O. Seidon, no records to be found

Stepfather: Paul Blofis

Ex-Stepfather: Gabe Ugalino, missing

Notes: Extremely dangerous. Suspected terrorist. Blew up several national monuments. Expelled from or destroyed every school ever attended. Shot a school bus with a cannon. Dropped class in a shark tank.

I could feel my eyebrows rising on my head. What kind of kid was this! I examined the picture included in his file. It was five years old. How did we not have a recent picture?

The twelve year old had raven black hair and sea green eyes. A smirk played across his features. I could tell the kid was trouble.

"Steve?"

"Yes, sir?" Answering only how a trained soldier would.

"Call the Avengers to the meeting room."