Percy Jackson and the Avengers {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 29

Percy POV
Those dudes got a hit on me. "Well, looks like you were here all along." The big Russian dude came up and grabbed my face. "Let's go." The other big dudes, tied me up and gagged me. They pushed me to a truck. I quite forcefully shoved in making me fall. The other two guys laughed and climbed in. Not even five minutes later there was a thump on the roof. The car stopped and the guys stayed. They spoke Russian so I had no idea what was going on. I reached out my senses and 'saw' Peter and James fighting. "The idiots." I sighed and stood up. The guys tried to set me back down but I head butted one and the other pushed a taser on me but it didn't affect me as I had been electrocuted before(Thalia) and head butted him too. I jumped up and brought my arms around and was able to take off my gag. I heard a bunch of grunting and huffing. I tried pushing the door many different ways but I was stuck. Suddenly the car started moving again but it was going too fast for Peter and James to be gone. I again heard a thump on the roof and the door was ripped off. James stood there like and idiot. "Ready?" Suddenly He backflipped off the truck and landed on a motorcycle and Peter was on another. I stepped out the frame and looked at them. Peter got as close as possible and pulled me onto the bike. I also lost a majority of my masculinity to another guy. I was handed a helmet and managed to put it on with one hand. Peter and James made a sharp You turn and headed back. Peter lifted his hand to his helmet and said, "We got him." I heard someone on the other side sigh quite loudly. I sighed and made a mental note to 1) never do something idiotic again 2) make sure Bruce knows how much I love him and make sure I never get taken like that again. About ten minutes later we arrived in the secret garage and immediately I was tackled. "You're okay. Thank God your okay." I recognized the honey vanilla smell. I squeezed the man holding me. "I swear, I will always come home. No matter how long it takes, I will come home." I whispered to where only he could here. Bruce let me go and held my face. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks were tear-stained, and his hands shook. "Percy, you're all I have left. I can't lose you." Now, my hands trembled as I held his hands, "Just like you said I'm not losing any of you, you're not losing me. I'm pretty good friends with death." Bad joke. He smacked me on the head. "I got a feeling you really do know death but let's not joke about that." I smiled. I was again tackled, "I'm so sorry it took so long." A small figure held on to my middle. "Peter, it took five minutes. Well, kind of. No, Steve and I were in there about an hour then they realized that I wasn't coming so....I'll stop." Peter punched my arm. Then I was tackled again! But this time I fell because there was about five people. I fell on top of Peter so he got crushed. "Good lord! Get off!" I yelled but they stayed on. I looked down and blushed. Peter and I were nose to nose. I felt a blush on my face. Peters face blushed also. I put my hands on either side is his head and did a push up. Lifting all of us off Peter. "What the hell! Steve can't do this!" Tony yelled from somewhere on my back. "I've held more than this. I had to left a hellhound off of me. She had knocked me down with her huge paws." Peter gave me a look, "Aren't hellhounds, bad?" I just shrugged, "Well, Mrs. O 'Leary is tamed. She belongs to me after a friend died. I can bring her sometime." I managed to stand making everyone fall. Nico came tumbling out of the shadows. "Hey, Percy. Can I bring Mrs. O 'Leary here? She misses you and she's howling at night keeping the campers up." I smiled, "Looks like y'all get to meet her sooner than I thought. Bring her to the den." Nico left and I headed to the den with everyone close behind. We got upstairs and I stood by Bruce. "What do you want me to call you?" I turned to him while we waited. "Whatever you're more comfortable with." I smiled. Suddenly my vision was black. I heard muffled yells and laughter. I shoved the thing off and huge paws were set on my shoulders. "Mrs. O 'Leary!" A huge pink tongue licked me repeatedly. "Eww!" I shoved her off and I grabbed the closest thing and that was a towel because Nico knew this would happen so he was prepared. "Bruce come here. I want her to be familiar with everyone but you the most." He got over his shock and let her sniff him. She was about as tall as he was. Then she let her head down and scooted between his legs and flung her head up and he was on her back. "Um. That's never happened before." I gave her a questioning look but she continued smelling everyone else. She liked Steve, Wanda, Peter , Sam, Clint, and T'Challa(Who got here when I was on the ground). She didn't like Tony to well. She didn't mind Rhodey or James. She came back over and Bruce was still on her back. "Nico?" He looked just as baffled. "I don't know and the gods won't know because we've never had a tamed hellhound." I just shrugged. "Well, I'm going to take as she likes you Bruce." He smiled and petted her head. She sat down and Bruce slid off her back.

T'Challa POV
To say the least I was very confused when I walked up and saw a big black thing in the middle of the floor and then someone shoving the thing off and the someone being Percy. Then the big black thing turned out to be a dog of some sort and it came around and sniffed all of us and it liked most all of us. It didn't really like Tony to well. They were talk me while I was looking at it. It stared right back at me. I crouched down and it started to slowly crawl towards me. I tilted me head to the side and it did the same. I put my hands up and it put its paws up. I smiled and the dogs tongue lolled out. I put my hand out and it nuzzled my palm. Soon it came so close that I fell over. 'What is your name?' I froze. 'It's okay. My name is Mrs. O'Leary. I am a hellhound. My master is Percy.' I talked softly so the others wouldn't hear, "My name is T'Challa." The dogs eyes lit up. Literally there was a fire in its eyes. 'Now I know why we can talk to each other. You are the blank panther. Their king. All animals have some sort of link. I found yours. Your animal side found mine.' I nodded. This dog sounded like my mother. I didn't know her very well but I have vague memories of her voice. 'Yes, I know. Hellhounds are made to be people's nightmares. So, our voices sound like someone you loved or love so we can lure you into a trap and torture you. But, I am tamed. I don't lure you anywhere. I can't do anything about my voice.' I smiled. "I'm glad. I haven't heard my mother in a very long time and now, I won't forget what she sounds like." Mrs. O'Leary licked me. "Hey!" I shoved her off, "No." I pointed my finger at her and she 'smiled'. "Um, T'Challa. What was that?" Percy looked so confused and the little emo boy looked absolutely terrified. "P-Percy. Um, h-he's. hes ο βασιλιάς του μαύρου πάνθηρα." (This is made up). We all were confused. Percy spoke back in the same language, "Δεν βγάζει νόημα. Παρακαλώ εξηγήστε." Nico spoke back. "υπάρχει ένας παλιός μύθος για έναν άνθρωπο ο οποίος ήταν ο βασιλιάς των μαύρων πάνθηρων και μπορεί να επικοινωνήσει με τα κουνάβια. Αυτό τον καθιστά πολύ επικίνδυνο, διότι αν μπορείτε να επικοινωνήσετε με τα hellhounds μπορείτε απλά να ελέγξετε τον θάνατ." Percy looked thoughtful and laughed. "Percy. We can't speak Greek." Dr. Banner said with amusement. "Oh sorry. I sometimes don't realize I switch." The emo kid blushed. "He said that there's an old legend that says there's a man who is the king of black panthers and he can communicate with hellhounds and supposedly he can control death." I stared. "What?" I hadn't realized that I wasn't speaking English.
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First Greek part- the king of the black panther
Second-that makes no sense. Please explain.
Last- There is an old legend about a man who was the king of the black panthers and can communicate with the ferrets. This makes him very dangerous, because if you can contact hellhounds you can simply control the death
Okay so it's supposed to say hellhounds not ferrets. Google translator. I'm sorry😖