Aftermath (A PJO/Avengers crossover)

Chapter ~12~

[A/N] I honestly have no idea how I'm going to get Percy out of this *scratches back of head* he's a main character to I can't kill him.... Hmm.... Well then, I guess I'm just gonna have to see what I'm gonna do :3

Chapter ~12~ Percy's POV~

I laid in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I had the blankets and sheets pulled off of me, because I felt way to warm to be under covers, and the fact that I was still sweating wasn't helping. I also felt a strong pain in my stomach the seemed to worsen whenever I moved. I also couldn't seem to keep any liquids or foods down, well, not for long at least. Over all, I felt awful. Not to mention whenever I fell asleep, I got tormented with awful nightmares of Annabeth getting tortured.

I knew that this wasn't a regular sickness that I had, it was far worse then any fever or cold I've ever had in my whole life. My mind kept wandering to when I was on the Hellicarrier. I figured if they did anything to me, they would've done it while I was unconscious. Why else would I feel this way?

But why would Nick Fury want me poisoned? He was the one who asked me to join the Avengers after all. None of this seemed right. I was just so confused... I needed answers. A.S.A.P.

I made up my mind and sat up in my bed, slowly and painfully. I grimaced as I flung my feet over the side of the bed and stood up. But as soon as I was on my feet, I felt a insane dizziness as the world spun and I felt nauseous. I quickly lurched towards the bathroom and hurriedly opened the toilet lid, emptying out the remains of what I had left in my stomach. (which wasn't much)

I sat there for a while, kneeled over the toilet. Still feeling dizzy and nauseous. I figured maybe moving wasn't the BEST idea at the moment. In fact, I wasn't sure I would make it back to the bed. I looked out the bathroom door, at the nice and inviting bed. I frowned at my incredibly daunting task. This wasn't going to be a piece of cake. I might up chuck my organs or something important on the super long five or so foot trip to the bed.

You never know.

I slowly stood, using the walls and counter as semi-support, and slowly made my way back to the bed. Once I finished my daunting journey, and got into bed I closed my eyes for just a second, and fell asleep, my tiredness finally overtaking me.

And thank the gods I had no nightmares.

<•STARK TOWERS, LAB, 3RD PERSON POV•>

"Ugh!! Sh-"

"Language!" Steve warned Bruce as he worked with the blood sample, trying to identify the poison.

"Who even cares?" Tony said from the other side of the table Bruce was working at. Steve raised his hand. "whatever..."

"Hows it coming along boys?" Natasha asked as she walked into the room.

"Not to good..." Bruce said. "I've never seem anything like this poison. It may not even be farmliar to earth even!"

"So are you saying... Percy's gonna die?" Steve asked.

"No he's not. " Tony assured. "There has to be some sort of antidote. There always is. "

"I checked on him a second ago. He's asleep, but his temp is extremely high. " Natasha frowned. "What are we going to do?"

"well, fist things first, " Bruce said, not looking up from his work. "We have to find out when he got poisoned, and why poison it is. For all we know, he may not have much time left. We have to check the symptoms. Maybe we can figure out what type of poison this is, I just hope it something curable, Tony, Steve and Natasha, could you go and check in him? See what his symptoms are? Maybe we could get a better idea of what where dealing with. "