My family, the Avengers ( An Avengers/ Percy Jackson Crossover)

◎The Books Between- Orphaned but not alone

A/N: Warning this chapter may be triggering to some people. If you can't read the chapter fully because something I put, please skip to the end of it! there will be a summary of what happened during it so you can be caught up and don't have to suffer for what i put.

This chapter includes: Abuse, Neglect, mentions of prostitution, and rape. If anything else that is included in this chapter offends, hurts, or anything of the sort tell me by private messaging so that way I can include it in this warning message.

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A year and a half since Sally had married Gabe, and the once happy feeling she had gotten from him is now cleaned dry. He had her working twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Hardly anytime for rest. The money she makes is spent for beers, for gambling, for buying prostitutes even though he's married. The once clean apartment, once filled with laughter and smiles, is now one filled to the brim with trash. Bottles of beer scattered all across the room, some broken and stain with blood. Others dropped in piles with dirty laundry and used condoms. Gabe had sucked the happiness from the family of two. With Sally gone and out of the house almost 24/7, Gabe had Percy all to himself.

Days of endless beatings. Abuse and neglect to which scars him from his arms and head, to legs and back. The torture is a never ending cycle for Percy. Seeking help is useless when threatened. And the eight year old is scared for his mother's and his life if he doesn't behave.

"Little shit!" Gabe called out waking Percy from his slumber. "Get me more beer would'ya? Make yourself useful."

"Yes, sir," Percy replied quietly getting up from his bed and leaving his room only to get hit by Gabe. "The fuck are you still doing here?! I said GO GET SOME MORE BEER!!"

"Yes, sir," Percy runs out of the house,grabbing some of the money on the poker table.

"And be back quick!" Gabe yelled

Percy ran down the stairs of the apartment building, careful not to fall. (If Percy gets hurt, he deals with it and Gabe beats him for being weak and clumsy.) He ran out of the building and down the street. Pedestrians looked curiously at the eight year old boy running down the street, money clutched in his hands. He passed the park and saw children his age playing and laughing with their family and friends. A luxury he no longer had the option too. Tears welt up in his eyes when he saw the father and son playing. Sprinting fatser, he had to get away from the park. Memories of the father that left him rose from the safe he had locked them in.

        The gas station attendant looked up to see Percy walk quickly to the back and to the counter. "Kid, you cant buy those. You're too young."

        "They're-They're for my stepfather," He placed the money on the counter. The attendant pushed the money back to him, "Can't kid, sorry."

       Contemplating his choices, Percy looked down and then-"hey! Get back here!"

        Percy grabbed the beer and ran from the gas station. The eight pack of Budweiser tucked under his arm as he sprinted back to the apartment. Yells of police officers and the gas station employees faded the further he got. The pedestrians on the sidewalk moved to the sides, letting the skinny black haired boy run past and off to who knows where. Percy ran up the stairs of the apartment building and to his apartment, trying not to disturb the other residents he's seen all his life. Skirting to a stop he opened the door quietly, hoping not to bother Gabe.