Percy Jackson and The Avengers Crossover

Chapter 23

Tony POV:
"What? Why? What do you have to hide?"
He gripped my arms tighter, "I won't explain. I can't. Just know that whoever you send there won't return. They'll likely be ripped to shreads, or brought to hell."
"Call off your team then."
The exhaustion and a glimmer of fear shone bright in his eyes, "Look. These aren't my men. In fact they'll be my enemies that will kill yours," His breathing sped up, "If someone else dies because I couldn't keep them safe," A pause, he was hyperventilating now, "I'll add 'of betrayal' to my title."

Percy POV:
A panic attack. And Nico wasn't even here to talk me down.
Images of Camp Half-Blood being slaughtered like lambs flashed through my mind. The worst part was, I knew them to be fake, but I also knew that they could be very real.
I tried to calm my breathing, I yanked my vision back from those images to scan the room for something, anything, to ground me.
All I found was the man sitting across from me, who was now standing in front of the door and was yelling through it.
I didn't get to process what he was yelling about exactly, before I was shoved back into the guilt-inducing visions.

Bruce POV:
An Asgardian, having a panic attack. And Tony was yelling for me to bring him back. Great.
I stepped into the room, and there he was. A boy curled up into himself and whispering things to himself, looking no more than the child he was supposed to be.
It dawned on me that this was just a child. Even if we barely defeated Loki, and this Perseus had more friends like him, he was a child. A child who, quite simply, needed help.
With that at hand, I rushed to the chair he was perched upon, as he started screaming incoherently through tears, and gave him just that.

Percy POV:
I was wiping my face and listening to the man who has served as a temporary Nico. He wasn't talking to me though. He was standing by the door speaking to the man who had called him.
They both turned to me, and I flinched.
One of the men pulled another chair through the door and both of them sat on the other side of the table.
"Perseus-" One of them started. I didn't much care at the moment, but I still interrupted,
"It's Percy," I blubbered.
"Ok Percy, I'm Doctor Banner, and this is Tony," He said, gesturing to himself and the other guy.
I simply nodded.
"Percy, we're not going to hurt you, in fact, we want to help you."
I managed a small scoff, "I know that, you couldn't hurt me even if you tried,"
Tony started, "We don't want to, but we could. You're just a kid-" Doctor Banner put his hand over Tony's mouth, but I stopped dead.
"Percy, please ignore him, I'm sorry," He said gently, before turning to glare at Tony, who shrugged.
Tears once again began to fall, even as an emptiness filled me.
"Don't you dare think that I am some helpless kid who needs a shoulder to cry on or a mommy to hug," I actually did want my mom back, but I continued, "I don't care who you are, or what you've done. I know that I've experienced more loss than you ever could have. My fatal flaw is loyalty. Do you want to know what happened to everyone I was loyal to? To everyone I cared about? They all died. I had to watch, as they were taken one by one, and I could do nothing. Nothing. As the people I'd fought side-by-side with for months, were speared, drowned, and cleaved in half."
At the end of my speech, there was a puddle of tears on the table I was leaning over, my heart wanted to explode, and the men who claimed they could help stared, slack-jawed.