Broken (Percy Jackson/Avengers crossover)

Should I tell them?

Percy POV

I gasped from the pain. Tears were flowing down my cheeks. My leg and rib was broken. My arm was fractured. My cheek was ripped. My chest was swollen from all of the punches. I had a black  eye. I grasped the chair and stood up, new tears welling up. Why was the bathroom so far? I limped to it, holding back screams from the movements. I twisted the door handle and turned on the water. The water sprinkled out of the shower then it started pouring like a midnight rain. I gasped as my rib popped back into place. My broken/ fractured limbs were repairing slowly. I could feel my black eye heal. Red poured into the drain ans I sat against the walls. Why do I always have to have the bad luck? Why do I have a tradgic life? Love story or not. I don't want to be the leader. I never did-

'Avenge us Percy... please' Jason's words echoed in my mind. I won't give up. Who was Gaia to stop me? Hell, not even the Fates can stop me - much less control me! I stood up and wiped my tears. I looked into the mirror. Three long scars ran along my cheek until it met my jaw. I touched it and winced, realising that my skin was still healing. My black eye was faded but noticable. Then I remembered. What had Gaia written on my arm? I gazed at my arm, my eye widening with shock. 

It's not over hero. It never is

It's okay Percy. It's only a scar! Deep breaths, I told myself, that's it! Then I remembered the Avengers. What was I going to tell them? Should I tell them? We're your second family. Avengers or not. I should tell them. But right now I need to fix the scars on my face. An idea flashed through my mind. I vapor- travelled to my room in my apartment. Carfeul not to make any noise... I grabbed a dark blue hoodie and jet-black sunglasses. This should cover it up. Hopefully.

After I prepared myself, I unlocked the door and stepped out. It was dead quiet, worry in the air. I walked, trying not to limp, into the living room to find the Avengers there. Steve was pacing  the room. Tony looked as casual as always but his eyebrows were knitted together.Bruce was breathing deeply. Natasha was fiddling with her gun whilst Clint was playing with his bow. Thor was muttering to himself. I walked further into the room but was bombarded with questions;

'Why were you screaming?'

'How did you disappear?'

'Why are you wearing a hood and sunglasses?'

'Do you know how worried we've been?'

'What ailed you, Persues?'

'Why-'

'SHUT UP!' I yelled. They immediently quietened down, but stared at me. I held the sides of the hoodie closer to my face and pushed my glasses up. I was careul not to show the scar on my arm. 

' One question only' I declared, eyeing the Avengers. Steve was the first to put up his hand. I nodded towards him.

' What are you, Percy?'  I stared at him, caculating how I should put this. 

'Call Fury' 

~~~~~~~~~~ 5 MINS LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~

'I am a demigod' I started, feeling uncomortable with all the stares ' Half human, half Greek god. I am a son of Posideon, saviour of Olympus.' They still stared at me. 

'Then why are you wearing that?' Tony said, motioning at my hood and glasses. 

'One question only Stark. I'll explain more tomorrow' I said. 'I'm hungry.' I went into the kitchen like nothing had happened. It was the right choice to make,right?

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