Two Worlds, One Goal /Riordanverse & MCU Crossover/ DISCONTINUED

CHAPTER XVIII: NOT SO DIFFERENT

Scrapper 142's POV

Scrapper 142 was pondering over a lot of alcohol. It had been a week since she had captured the Midgardians for the Contest of Champions. They had said something to her though since they had been captured that reminded Scrapper 142 of her past life, the life she had forced out of memory...

Annabeth's POV, One Day Earlier

Annabeth was getting increasingly anxious about her and Percy's situation on Sakaar. They needed to get back... somehow. How did they even get on Sakaar?

"Hey, Seaweed Brain?"

"Hmm?"

"How in the name of the gods did we get here?"

Percy bit his lip. "I have no frickin' clue. We were in Tartarus, then there was a flippin' tornado, now we're here."

Annabeth pondered her question. "We must be in an alternate dimension or something. I mean, if this is really Sakaar, then why haven't there been Avengers stuff going on back home? I think we would know if the Norse god of thunder hung out in New York sometimes. And SHIELD would probably know about Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter."

"I am just going to believe that's true because you're smarter than me," Percy said with a smile.

Annabeth rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile back. "Whatever the heck happened, it pains me to say this, but we have to get back to Tartarus. The Doors of Death have to be closed on both sides. The others can get to the House of Hades and close their end, but we needa close the end in Tartarus."

Percy nodded. "Yup."

"How are you two doing?" Korg asked as he walked over.

"Uh, good?" Percy said.

"Desperate to get outta here," Annabeth corrected.

"Ye, if you want, you can fight Hulk tomorrow night if ya want," Korg added.

"We'll do it," Annabeth said quickly. "I have a plan."

"Of course you do," Percy said, relieved. He looked past Annabeth and Korg. "Oh, it's her."

Korg looked to see who Percy was talking about. "Ah, Scrapper 142. Ya wanna watch out for those Asgardians. I gotta go check up on Doug. Seeya tonight."

Annabeth turned to see Valkyrie with her iconic bottle of beer, and could see the Valkyrie symbol on her arm.

"Ya think she'll let us go? I mean, she's had to fight a professional crazy goddess too," Percy suggested. Before Annabeth could tell him how bad that idea was, Percy ran off to the barrier between the slaves, sorry, prisoners with jobs and everyone else.

"142!" Percy shouted.

"What is it, Jackson?" Valkyrie responded.

"Hey, we both know you used to be a Valkyrie. You had to fight Hela, and we have to fight a professional crazy goddess back home. You saw what Hela did, well, Gaea can do that to our world. You gotta let us out!" Percy said. Annabeth was cursing and faceplalming in the background.

Valkyrie looked pissed. "I've spent years trying to forget my past! How do you even know about it?!"

Percy gulped. He had just realized how stupid that was. Luckily, Annabeth spoke up. "Where we come from, we have these things that let us know the past and the future if specific people. You're one of those people."

Valkyrie went from anger to confusion. "This thing told you 'bout Hela?"

"And your future," Percy added. "Look, you have so much more to your life than booze and Sakaar. Helping us is the first step."

Valkyrie paused. "I'll see you when I've come to the decision to help or punch you in the face." She walked off.

Percy shrugged. "Better than I expected."

"You do realize how stupid that was!" Annabeth shouted.

"Well, we might be able to get outta here now!" Percy said in excitement.

Scrapper 142's POV, Today
Flashbacks in •<||>•

Scrapper 142 considered her options. Help the Midgardians, prepare for the future, relive her past, and face the Grandmaster's wrath. Don't help them, continue living in this life full of booze and slaves, bury her past, and be at peace with the Grandmaster.

The answer should be obvious. Why should she listen to the teenage Midgardians? But Scrapper 142 was drawn to them. She had seen what power hungry goddesses could do, and Midgard was at stake.

When the boy, Percy Jackson, had mentioned her dark past, Hela, it awakened a desire to see anyone like her destroyed. Oh, how she hated Hela.

•<|Odin had sent the Valkyries to war. It was to fight Hela, Odin's daughter and heir to Asgard, the goddess of death. She was so power hungry. She wanted to rule everywhere, not just the Nine Realms Odin ruled. In her desire for bloodshed and power, she grew corrupt. So corrupt Odin needed to send his elite army of female warriors into battle.

Hela versus thousands of elite warriors. But Hela was powerful.

Hela killed with delight. She loved this. It was a game to her. The most elite warriors in all of Odin's forces were nothing to her. She slayed several at once with ease.

Valkyrie drew her bone steel sword. Her steed had long since died valiantly. She ran at Hela. Hela needed to be stopped.

One of the wounded stood up in front of Valkyrie. It wasn't until now that Valkyrie saw that her best friend was among the wounded. That friend wouldn't be in pain much longer.

Hela threw her blade into Valkyrie's friend's back, and the blade penetrated, poking out of her stomach. She had saved Valkyrie.

Valkyrie watched her friend be killed in front of her. Her friend's last action was pushing Valkyrie, sending her falling through eternity. Valkyrie's last memory was seeing Hela's evil smile at the dead Valkyries at her feet.|>•

Valkyrie downed another bottle. She figured it didn't matter anymore. In an hour the Contest of Champions would start. The Midgardians would probably die there.

But she couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that she should break them out and bring them back to Midgard to save their world, despite knowing how little chance they had. Odin's army couldn't defeat Hela. What chance did two teenagers have?

A/N
I finally did it! I'm sorry that I didn't publish on Wednesday. I've had a lot of anxiety problems and that threw me off and put me behind. Then when I was recovered I had no motivation. Not writers' block, just nothing. I felt so tired and dead. I couldn't even manage to pull the edit page up until today. I'm so sorry, but I hope you liked this chapter. Please vote and comment! Once again, I'm sorry. I'll try to update consistently, but my emotional stability is kinda iffy right now, so we'll see. But, hey, it's getting better. I only cried once this week!
💟Michelle