Percy Jackson and The Avengers

Clint-'So, Tony, do you think I'm still gonna get my statue?'

Part 5/5
    Tony paces anxiously outside of Jackson's medical room. Bruce specifically said that no one could come in unless you were a doctor or Fury and no one is. We didn't want to invoke his wrath so we decided to camp out. Peter sits in the chair across from me, bouncing his leg. Natasha is to my right, playing with a knife. Steve and Bucky left to get food since no one really ate before everything happened. I think they just needed something to do.

    When Fury exits basically everyone stands. He looks so tired.

    "How is she?" Peter asks. Fury looks down, his expression solemn.
    "Its bad." I suck in a breath. "Her sarcasm is still intact." Peter huffs out a laugh and I hear myself chuckling. "She's fine. Nothing time and water can't fix." Fury states. He turns to Tony. "Percy wants to talk to you." Tony cringes but he walks in anyways. Fury leaves and we sit down. Ten minutes later Bucky and Steve walk in with pizzas.

    "Any updates?" Bucky asks.
    "She's fine. Tony is with her now." Steve makes a face.
    "Do you think she's...." He lets the end of his question hang in the air. He doesn't really need to finish it because we're all thinking it. Jackson got kidnapped because of Tony basically.
    "I don't think so. She's not that kind of person." Peter states. "Its not Tony's fault." Peter defends. "The fault of this lays on the guys in the morgue and in SHIELD's custody." I nod along.
    "Yeah." I agree. "Its no one's fault except the bastards who actually kidnapped her and shot those people." Tony then exits, he doesn't say anything, just lifts the lid of a pizza box, nods to himself and then takes it back into the room. Another fifteen minutes later Tony comes back out with an empty pizza box.

    "She was hungry." He shrugs. "Bruce said that you guys can come in now."

Bucky is the first one up and through the door before any of us can. Peter and Natasha were next then Steve, I waited, I knew the others were bit more close than some. It didn't really bother me that much. She was opening up (I hope) to at least some people. Everyone crowds around her. She's sitting criss cross on a hospital bed, wearing grey sweatpants and a dark blue shirt. Her wrists are bandaged a bit and a nasty bruise is on the left side of her face.

"Hey guys." She smiles. "Thanks for rescuing me."
"Well, we couldn't let you have all the fun could we?" I jibe. She tilts her head.
"That's basically what Natasha said." She simply states. I look over at Nat and she shrugs in response.
"I'm glad you're okay." Peter says.
"Yeah me too. I don't like getting kidnapped. It's confusing and it gives me a headache."
"You act like you get kidnapped a lot." Steve states. His face is scrunched into concern. 
"Well. There was that time when I was eleven, when I was either sixteen or seventeen honestly those two years a bit of a blur. Then there's this time. So that's three. And two more with SHIELD. So five in total."
"You got kidnapped when you were eleven!?" Bruce exclaims.
"Yeah, some crazy guy kidnapped me and my two friends and my mom. But we battled it out in California and we escaped. I'm sure there's news coverage of that somewhere." She waves a hand dismissively like it's no big deal.
"Okay then." Steve looks like he wants to say more but he doesn't push.
    "So, Tony, do you think I'm still gonna get my statue?" Tony laughs.

Next Update: 7/13/18