Darkened Soul

You dont know

She's proof that you can walk through hell and still be an angel
-R.h Sin

With a sigh, Fury spoke.

"Look, kid, just follow me."

Fury walked out of the room, not caring whether or not the kid was following behind him.

Percy turned towards the door, following behind the man. He needed to get this done and over with, he needed to check on the camp.

Percy sat alone in the grey room a tinted mirror to the left of him. The walls were the color of her eyes. And he hated that, it's like they knew of her.

Natasha walked into the room, ready to question him.

"Hey," she whispered.

Percy looked towards her, he so badly wanted to hate her yet he couldn't. It's like she was here. Staring at me as she called me an idiot. He looked to the mirror, then back at the redhead.

"Don't sugar coat it. What do you want?" He asked.

"Who's Annabeth?" She questioned.

Percy has never been so angry. He gave her the hardest glare he could muster.

"None of your business." He said, anger flowing through him like the raging river he is and always will be.

"Alright," she whispered. "Why were you at a graveyard? Who were the people you cried for?" She asked once more.

Percy stayed silent. Just glaring at her hoping that she would disappear. Yet, his wish would never be fulfilled for he knew that deep down he wished she would never leave, it was her eyes. That's why he had held himself back this far into the day, her eyes reminded him too much of her.

Percy was on the verge of breaking down, her eyes were too much. The pain he was feeling was far too strong to be grief. He couldn't hold himself back anymore.

His tears were quick and fast, as angry and hurt as he truly was. His shoulders shaking with heart-wrenching sobs.

Yet he still stared at her her eyes, that held his Annabeths intelligence. He finally answered her.

"The people I cried for, were the people I couldn't protect. People I held in my arms as they said their final words. People I loved." He said with so much ferocity and pain, as tears still traveled along his face.

"Did-Did you kill them?" She asked, a slight shake to her voice. She had a feeling deep within her, that this kid was the most loyal and trusting person she'd ever meet. The thought of him purposely hurting innocent people irked her in ways she didn't understand.

Shock flitting across his face, he whimpered. "No. No, I didn't.,' he whispered. "But I feel as though I did, I couldn't help them. I just sat there holding them as if I could magically heal them." His voice cracked as tears slid down his face. The look, of pure agony and pain that he'd given the woman shook her to her core. Her heart clenched painfully. She took a ragged breath, her eyes welling up slightly.

"I'm done here." She'd said in a whisper, yet loud enough for those behind the window to hear.

She then walked towards the door, looking back at the kid once. His shoulders shook, taking a deep breath he then sat straight and stared at the wall. Where she'd sat. She closed the door softly behind her, entering the door to the right, next to the room she'd just been in.

As soon as she entered she had all eyes on her. Looking away she'd walked to the back of the room and stood silently, finally letting the stubborn tear fall. Her hand was quick to wipe it.

Fury still had yet to show any care for the kid's health but knew an examination was needed. He looked at Steve and spoke.

"Cuff him and take him to Bruce. I want him checked out." He should've done that as soon as he'd boarded the ship.

Steve sighed heavily and asked. "Are the cuffs really necessary? I mean the kid followed you here no problem," he then added, "Without cuffs."

Fury growled. "Does it fucking matter? Just take him to Bruce." He partially shouted. He then left.

"Tony call up Bruce, let him know that we're bringing in the kid." He said.

"Gotcha." Was Tony's quick reply, normally he'd whine asking why he'd have to do it. But he felt for the kid.

Steve entered the room, seeing Percy just sitting there, staring at the wall. Steve walked carefully towards him, as though he was walked toward a scared kid. In a way he really was, they'd kidnapped him. He cleared his throat before putting his hand on Percy's shoulder.

Percy shuddered as he felt someone touched him, his first thought was that it was Jason. Percy's reaction was abrupt, shooting out of his chair almost stumbling. He looked towards who he thought was Jason in hope before that hope died quicker than an innocent bug that's been squashed.

Percy's breathing turned ragged, his breathing became quicker within the seconds. Percy thought it'd been Jason, angry at himself for thinking that when he'd buried Jason himself. His heart grew erratic. His chest constricting considerably, his knees going weak.

Percy fell to his knees gripping his hair, unbeknownst of his crazed screams, his screams for Jason, that he was sorry. He'd heard voices yelling over his screams, yelling for a man named Bruce.

Bruce barged into the room having heard Percy's screams at the other side of the ship. Bruce's heart erratic hearing the tortured screams. He could physically feel the pain of the screams, although not understanding why. He'd seen Percy on his knees gripping his hair in anguish he'd never seen before. Bruce quickly ran to him, holding his shoulder yelling at him to breathe.

It was sudden. Fury running into the room only to splash water on the kid yelling.

"Wake the fuck up kid! Your not where ever the hell you were when all that shit happened." His voice was louder than Percy's screams.

The water went over Percy. His hair, hands, and face. As soon as the water touched him he stopped screaming. The sound in the room was his ragged breathing. The sound hoarse, as though he'd been screaming for a thousand years. He slowly looked up at Fury. His eyes held an unimaginable amount of rage. His motions the quickest they've seen so far.

Percy grabbed Fury by the collar, his voice deadly calm.

"You. You don't know shit," his voice hoarse. "You don't know what it's like. To have to fight in a war you didn't want to be a part of. To watch as the love of your life dies in your arms. To hear her breathe her last breath. To watch the life die in her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. To see your best friends dead, to see spears in their body. To see them try their best to speak as they choke on their own blood," he paused to breathe a ragged breath. "To watch as they reach out to you when you can do nothing but hold their hand. Have you ever seen a couple so in love they died back to back protecting each other?" He asked.

"And yet, I'm still here. I'm still breathing while they are not." He whispered brokenly.

And with that Percy let go of Fury.