Percy Jackson and the Avengers

Chapter Thirteen: And I Thought I Had Family Issues!

Chapter Thirteen: And I Thought I Had Family Issues!

**Previously in Percy Jackson and the Avengers**

"My master shall be immensely pleased when I offer you demigods to him, defeated and in chains!"

This got me angry. No one threatens my friends. (Except me, of course.)

"Oh yeah?" I finally spoke up. "You and what army, horn head?"

His face slightly reddened in anger and he turned to me, hatred written all over his pale features.

"You shall be the first to go, you insolent child!"

And with that, he pointed his spear at me and charged.

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***Leo Valdez***

When he rushed me, the Avengers immediately sprang into action. Loki ducked as Captain America's shield was thrown at him, and he sent a beam of blue energy from the tip of his spear at the hero, sending him into a wall. 

As Loki dealt with the Avengers, I hurriedly pulled the Celestial Bronze dagger that was sheathed on my arm in a sheath that I had specially built so that it was hidden from view unless I took the dagger out. Then the dagger's sheath became visible. Basically, it has a cloaking device installed in it. Piper may have forced me into carrying a weapon around before the final battle had begun, but I got to make it more...well...me than just an ordinary dagger. How boring would that be?

I even installed an unnoticeable button on the top of the hilt that, when pressed, the dagger's blade emitted an electric shock that was strong enough to daze whatever poor soul had the misfortune to wind up on the sharp side of my dagger. And, get this, the longer I press, the stronger the shock becomes, so I can even knock my victim out...or kill them.

I pray to the gods every day that I will never have to go that far.

Anyways getting back to the battle, I pulled my dagger out of my sheath and jumped out of the way of a beam of power that had come from...Ironman?!

"Hey!"

"Sorry!"

"Leo!" Percy was calling me.

"Yeah?"

"Hit the dirt!"

"Hit the dirt" was an expression I had learned back at Camp Half-Blood. It was an expression that someone from either the Athena or Ares cabin made up, and it was used in times of war. It meant that one of the campers was going to try something that would probably get you hurt (or killed) unless you "hit the dirt", or threw yourself to the ground and covered the back of both your head and neck. Before you did that, you were supposed to call that out so that your comrades-in-arms could pass the message around, and that way everyone on your side was ready for whatever was going to happen. We had used that expression a lot in the last war, but we had said it in Latin so that the monsters wouldn't be able to understand us.

Going back to the present, I called out the phrase to Captain America, hoping that since he had, from what I understood, the most experience on the battlefield-field. Hopefully  he would understand what I was saying to him.

"Hey Cap!" I called. He blinked groggily as he struggled to disentangle himself from the remains of the wall.

"Yes?"

"Hit the dirt!"

His brows furrowed in confusion for a couple of heart-stopping seconds before his eyes widened in realization, and he conveyed the message to his fellow Avengers in a way that they would easily understand before he himself dropped to the floor.