The Hidden Son (Percy Jackson / Marvel's Agents of SHIELD Crossover)

14. Mack Is On Some Serious Drugs

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COLORS.

That's all Mack could see.

He couldn't make out shapes—no, the colors were moving too much for him to put the pieces of a picture together. He couldn't hear very well, either. Here and there he caught a word or two, but they were inexplicably jumbled or strange for the situation, whatever that happened to be. Why would someone be talking about Tolkien Elvish?

Not that Mack knew what Tolkien Elvish was. Or could read, write, and speak it. Nope. Of course not. That would be absurd.

There was one thing he could clearly make out, though. There was a taste in his mouth. He wasn't entirely sure what it was—just that it reminded him of when he and Ruben were younger and sat in the garage for hours, tinkering with their bikes.

          He felt himself shifting in and out of consciousness, could feel time passing like breath on skin. His torso hurt a little—burned, even, like he was having an allergic reaction, but as far as he knew, nobody had put any cats on him. That would have been catastrophic. Hahaha. Cat.

          It was a while before the swirl of colors started to solidify a little. It was a while after that when he could begin to put together some shapes: a light on the ceiling, a black circle on the wall that was probably a clock, and two lumps directly in front of him that just had to be his feet. And it was a few minutes after that when he realized that there was a person sitting next to him. He had to put an embarrassing amount of effort into focusing his eyes to see who it was. She had brown hair. She was kind of short. She wore a jacket that might have been made out of leather, but he had no tangible idea.

          She smiled at him, and everything finally clicked into place. He saw her more clearly than he had ever seen before.

          "Turtle Man! Good morning. You're as slow to wake as you are to do everything else."

          Despite the deep ache in his temples, Mack had to smile back. "Yo-Yo. You're back."

Elena smiled wider. "I'll always come back." She punched him lightly in the arm. "I've only been gone for forty-two hours and this is what happens? Honestly, Mack. You're going to need a Life Alert."

          Mack couldn't help but chuckle. His abdominal muscles felt a little sore, but it didn't hurt to laugh. "Wait, wait, wait," he speculated. "Forty-two hours? Wasn't your mission supposed to last three days?"

          She waved the question away. "Nothing that Agent Piper couldn't handle. Besides, I get a call that you get slashed in half by a hellbeast, I come. No question." She took his hand, and her brow furrowed. "Well, I do have questions. Dios mio, what did you get yourselves into?"

"Uhh. . ." Mack went to scratch his head, but his arm had a bunch of wires or something attached to it. He let it drop. "Honestly? Not a freaking clue. Como se dice. . .really, super, mega dangerous?"

Yo-Yo smirked. "Solo di que es muy peligroso y estar hecho con eso. No time for using the thesaurus, Turtle Man. Use the simple words." She scooted her chair a bit closer as she said this, putting her hand on top of his.