Percy Jackson and the Avengers

Chapter 10: Living Hell

PERCY POV

I woke up to the nightmares. Was I awake, living in hell, or was this all dreams? I couldn't tell anymore. I. . . I can't even feel the waves. The feeling of being lifted off my feet whenever I thought of the salty waves, running over my legs buried deep in the wet sand. It was all gone. 

I wiped my cheeks, but there was no point. My cheeks were numb. You're probably wondering where I am, after all that happened. Truth is, I don't know. Everything is dark, I can't see anything but large silver bars that are holding me in the cell. 

There was a sudden rasping on the other side of the cell, and my nerves quickly jolted the numbness out of my body, and got me onto my feet. "Hello? Who's there?" I asked, holding my hands out. Dammit, I can't even summon water.

"It's me, kid. Don't worry-" The man was cut off by more coughing, and I recognized the voice. The billionaire: Tony Stark. But why?! Why did they have him, of all people? 

I took a deep breath, "Why are we here?" I asked firmly, not letting my guard down. This man was brilliant, he could be tricking me for all I know.

Tony sat up slowly, his breathing was erratic, and the veins on his neck were a dark blue. "I-we betrayed Fury. This is revenge... shit..." He fell to the ground and started to spasm. 

I quickly went over to try and help him, but there was nothing I could do. It was obviously something. . .  something they put in his body.

"Wonderful, isn't it? That I replicated the toxins that nearly killed you those years ago?" Nick Fury was outside the cell, a big grin on his face, his one eye showing delight. "I do have the drink you used to slow the process, but in reality, you'll have to get rid of the arc reactor to get the poison out."

I glared and stood, banging my fists onto the cell. I could feel the weakness growing, because normally that wouldn't hurt; it nearly broke my hand. "I'm going to drown you in your own blood." I growled, hands wrapping around the large bars. "It'll be slow, they'll all burst in your body and cause large amounts of pain. When you're finally begging for death, I'll shove MY SWORD THROUGH YOUR THROAT!" My knuckles were clenched, and they turned white when the man laughed. 

"You wouldn't do that," Fury said, face to face with me. "I mean, I have your precious girlfriend. Annabeth Chase, wasn't it?"