Hazel Levesque Meets the Avengers

Chapter 27

Peter

Mr Stark was mad. Like, really mad. He paced the quin-jet back and forth, muttering under his breath, his eyes dark and dangerous. Sometimes, random things in the jet would fly towards him, and he'd swat them away. They would the hit the walls and even hit Mr Rogers, not once, but twice!

I felt nervous, partly because of Mr Stark's behavior, but also because I could feel that things were taking a turn for the worst. About a month ago, this kid in my class named Percy Jackson mysteriously disappeared. That other dude, Fury, came into the school a few weeks afterwards, telling us that "Mr Jackson will be found. He is alright, and will return to school soon." Everyone else had soaked it up without a second thought. Only MJ, Ned and I thought that his speech was shady. "He is alright." "He will return to school soon." The only way he could be so sure about things like this was if he knew whee he was.

Another point: How the Avenger's dorms had all blown up as soon as Mr Stark, Mr Rogers and Ms Romanoff had spoken their doubts. To make things even more suspicious, it was only the Avenger's dorms. If it really was a HYDRA attack like Fury had said, they would've gone for the more authoritative rooms. The bombs also stopped about 5 feet away from the cells, so when they went off, the cells weren't damaged along with them.

After the explosion, Mr Stark stole a Quin-Jet, took us in, and was now following a small dot on his navigation screen. He hesitated before he opened the screen up, so I guessed that this plan was basically his last resort.

I walked over to Mr Rogers. "Hi Mr Rogers." I started, trying not to detonate the tension bomb that was probably inside him. 

He looked at me. "Hey Pete. You alright?"

I thought for a while. "Do you know what Mr Stark is following? He seemed to be hesitant about it."

His expression softened. "Yeah. You know that Tony's been tracking someone down, right?" 

I nodded. "Hazel Levesque."

"He's tracking her down. If Fury wants her, then she's probably against him, like us. He's hoping that he can join up with her to take Fury, and his allies, down."

"Thanks Mr Rogers." I smiled. I was about to walk off when he called me again.

"Hey Peter!" I turned around. "Please don't call me Mr Rogers."

"Okay."

I walked cautiously towards Mr Stark. "Hey Mr Stark." I mumbled by his shoulder. He jumped about 2 feet into the air and landed halfway over to the other side of the Jet. His eyes were livid, but then he looked at me and he softened. 

"Hey Peter." He sighed. 

Something at the corner of my eye caught my eye. I looked outside. For some weird reason, the Quin-Jet was casting a shadow on something. Whatever that thing was, I couldn't see it. It was probably invisible. I guessed the dimensions from the shadow. It looked like a the side of a tall building. I looked downwards. We were directly above the Empire State building. Miles and miles above it. 

I could imagine the scene already. The Quin-Jet, tumbling down to Earth, sides blazing and smoking. The heavy BOOM as we hit the pavement.

"Umm. How- how high up are we, Mr Stark." I asked, my voice shaking.

"Very high. I doubt any Jet has ever been this high. We've probably- are you okay Pete? You like you're about to faint."

I realised that I was swaying on my feet. I took a deep breath. That's it Peter. You can do it. you're not going to die. Mr Stark wouldn't bring us up this high up if he didn't know that it was completely safe. I assured myself. 

"I'm fine. I just don't like heights." I hurriedly explained. I gestured to the weird shadow outside. "What is that?" I asked.

Mr Stark's face slackened with shock. "It can't be." He muttered. 

"What is it Tony?" Mr Banner demanded.

"It's the modern area where Mount Olympus is." He replied, his voice filled with awe. 

Out of nowhere, I heard the muffled sound of glass smashing, followed by a heavy THUD right above us. Another THUD followed it, followed again by another THUD. The ceiling rippled, creating a hole. Hazel Levesque dropped in, her face streaked with tears. A blonde boy I didn't recoginse followed her, putting his hand on his shoulder. It suddenly glowed gold and Hazel stopped crying. Another boy dropped in, his eyes dangerous. He looked Asian. Finally, a blonde girl dropped in. Her grey eyes were clouded with sadness and concern. The hole rippled again and fixed itself. I realised something. I knew  that girl.

"Annabeth?" I gasped. 

She turned to look at me. "Peter. What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question." 

"Wait." The blonde boy interrupted. "Do you guys know each other?"

"We're friends." Annabeth explained. 

Out of nowhere, the ship jolted to the right, bringing everyone down. "Not again!" Mr Stark bellowed. He glared at Hazel.

"It's not me this time, I swear!" She shouted back, her golden eyes wide.

"Of course it's not you young Hazel." A voice sneered through the speakers. I hadn't heard the voice before, but it had an air of mischief to it.

"Loki." Mr Banner growled, his skin starting to turn green.

"No, it's Thor." He replied sarcastically. "Anyway, I've been told to warn you that this Jet will shut down after 5 minutes if you don't return to the ground and surrender."

My eyes widened. If the Jet shut down, the engine would shut down too. We would drop to our deaths. I glanced fearfully at Hazel, and I could sense a plan forming. "Okay Loki." He called out. "I'll tell you what. How about you leave us alone so that we can think abut your proposal."

"Fine." 

The speakers turned off. Tony walked over to Hazel. "There's no way we can surrender. Fury's gonna take us."

"No shit Sherlock." She muttered.

"Luckily, this ship is made of vibranium." 

Annabeth seemed to catch on. So did Hazel. "Steer the ship away from here, and I'll try to lower it safely."

Mr Stark ran to the pilot's seat and strapped himself in. "Buckle up guys. This is gonna be fast."

We all ran to a seat and put on the seat belts. Mr Stark smashed they joy-stick forward and we zoomed about 100 miles. We appeared in a random field somewhere.

Mr Stark slowly brought us down, when the machinery started to hum, like it was powering off. The lights flickered off, so the only light came in through the windscreen. Annabeth cursed under her breath. Hazel stood up and raised her arms. She then slowly put them down, and I could see that we were moving down along with her. The ship jolted left and right, as if it was trying to put her off. She screwed her eyes shut with concentration and I noticed a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead.

She then gasped and collapsed. The Asian kid picked her up before she could fall. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath in fear. The Quin-Jet  slowly tumbled, bringing us down with it.