The Hidden Son (Percy Jackson / Marvel's Agents of SHIELD Crossover)

9. Annabeth Is A Badass (As Usual)

          WATER RAINED DOWN as if being sprayed from fire hoses. The agents were yelling in confusion, trying to figure out what was wrong. Annabeth wasn't really paying attention to them—her main concern was trying to wake up her boyfriend before he brought the plane down with everyone in it. He was still sitting there, staring at her. She couldn't help but relate this to the eidolon experience, but it was him. His eyes were as green as ever. She pushed down the memory and tried to ignore the water dripping from her clothes. She went to hold his face in her hands, but he jerked away in favor of scanning the room full of people running about, shouting to one another.

"Percy, can you hear me?"

He started to get up, but the wires pulled him back. He looked at them as if they were chains.

          "Leave them there," Annabeth ordered. "You need them."

          Instead of listening to her—why did he have to do that all the time?—he tore them off, effectively getting rid of them and sending a monitor crashing to the floor.

          "Percy, stop! Listen to me," she pleaded. He ripped the IV out of his arm. She winced, but he showed no sign of discomfort. He stood and headed towards the doors, oblivious to the storm engulfing the others. She ran after him and grabbed his arm in desperation, hoping against hope that this would pass.

He looked like he was about to cry. "Annabeth."

Annabeth let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "Yes, Percy, it's me, okay? Please—"

Percy grabbed her face, cradling it in his hands, water dripping from his dry hair. "You have to go!" His voice broke. "We can't both stay!"

Annabeth let out a sob. She remembered this. She'd lived this over and over again. But she couldn't pull him out.

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          Jemma was soaked.

         Unfortunately, so was the rest of the med bay, and the people in it weren't faring much better. Fitz was trying to deactivate the sprinklers, but the look on his face said they were acting on their own. She wasn't entirely sure what was going on around her, just that there was yelling and confusion.

          The boy was by the doors, talking heatedly with Annabeth. He clamped down on her arm, and they exited to the hangar.

         Jemma rushed forward. "Stop!" she called after them. Annabeth turned in Percy's grip, looking as though she wanted to listen, but her feet kept moving. In the middle of the hangar, water streamed down Lola's doors—and it was in front of the car that Percy whirled around to face them, the anger of a thousand soldiers etched on his face. Startled, Jemma took a minuscule step backwards. She couldn't help but think of Mack when he'd been infected at the alien city. Clearly, Percy wasn't himself.

She shook off the revelation and forced herself to take in the situation—agents, sopping wet, on edge and ready to move. She knew what they saw. A hostage situation. But it was more (or less?) than that. It was complicated. Coulson, loud and rational, as always. Daisy, hands out towards the threat. Mack, big and intimidating, nearest to the centre. May, strong, subtle, coiled like a spring, or a snake. They were conversing tensely, but Jemma felt as though there were two hands clamped over her ears. Nothing was sticking. If Fitz asked later, she would have no idea what had gone down in the hangar.

Fitz. Where was Fitz? She glanced over her shoulder. She couldn't quite see through the water running down the glass doors, but that was definitely Fitz, still in the med bay. She carefully slunk off as fast as she could, slipping through the doors like a whisper.