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

CHAPTER XXV: SATYR, CYCLOPS, AVENGER

Clint's POV

Clint knelt there in the snow for who knows how long. There was a reason why Fury helped him keep his family off of SHIELD records, why Natasha was one of two people who knew for the longest time, why the rest of the Avengers didn't find out until Ultron. This was the reason why Clint kept them hidden, kept them safe. Because if there's one thing villains enjoy, it's kidnapping family.

And there was nothing he could do. When he made the deal with the government, they put a tracker on his ankle, and he couldn't take it off. He couldn't leave, even if it was to get Laura back, the government wouldn't allow it. And the FBI and CIA couldn't do much about it. It was an ancient Greek monster from mythology running rampant with his wife, not some common criminal. The monster defeated him, an Avenger. And the Avengers weren't doing so hot. Rhodey was still recovering, Vision was missing for days at a time, Tony was engaged and paranoid, T'Challa was off in Wakanda with Bucky, Scott was under house arrest in San Francisco, and who knows where Steve, Natasha, Sam, and Wanda are. They couldn't help. And Clint was not about to give up Grover and Tyson. Yeah, he barely knew them and they got Laura into this mess, but that's just wrong, selling them to the monster. But could they somehow defeat the monster? Maybe if they had their friend—what was his name? Perry Johnson? He seemed to be pretty good at this sorta thing. But he was a little tied up at the moment, not to mention in another universe.

Well, if anyone is gonna have any idea what to do, it's gonna be Grover, Clint thought. He slowly got off the ground, clenching the ball of paper with the address in his hand. Everything was a little blurry, and his head still ached after his injury. He was shaking, from fear and anger, as he walked into the house. Great way to ruin Christmas. Grover was sitting at the counter, reading something in ancient Greek. He looked up to greet Clint and was about to say hi when he noticed the state Clint was in.

"Clint, wha-what happened?"

Clint sat down on the couch in the living room. "He has Laura," he said as he buried his face in his arms.

Grover slammed the laptop shut and stood up. "Who has Laura?"

"Some sorta monster, from your world," Clint answered, starting to shake more.

"Oh my gods, ca-can you describe the monster? What happened?"

Clint told Grover about the monster, how it fought, the spikes, how it transformed between a human and a monster, everything about its appearance.

Grover shuddered slightly. "Sounds like a manticore."

"Have you ever, y'know, fought one?"

"A few times. When Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, and I were protecting Nico and Bianca, we had to fight a manticore. That's when Annabeth fell off a cliff, and we all thought she had died," Grover stuttered. He shuddered again. "It must have come to this world at the same time as me and Tyson. But why did it attack you and Laura?"

"It wants you," Clint said quietly.

"It wants me?"

"And Tyson. He told us to turn you over, and I said I didn't know what he was talking about. I told Laura to run, and I attacked. It threw me into the wall, and I still can't see clearly. When I could finally see a little, he was standing there, holding Laura. He told me to turn you over by sunset, or else...," Clint trailed off sadly, arms supporting his head on the coffee table as Clint shook in shock.

Grover stood, trying to figure out how to react. Clint didn't blame him. He could give himself up to save Laura, but that will not end well for him. He could try to fight the manticore, but Clint didn't know if the satyr and cyclops would be enough. Grover eventually sat down next to Clint and placed a hand on the father and husband's shoulder. "Tyson and I will go if it means getting Laura back," he said quietly, in a somewhat comforting way.

Clint looked up and made eye contact with Grover, not bothering to cover up the tears in his eyes and on his face. "I can't let you do that, Grover. I already have enough things I'll never forgive myself for."

"I cannot believe I'm saying this. Gods, I'm starting to sound like Percy," Grover muttered. "Tyson and I will go, but that doesn't mean we're surrendering."

"That's a very noble Gryffindor thing, but, honestly, can you and Tyson, well, stop the manticore? I'm not tryna say you can't fight or anything, but, well, if you lose, then it doesn't matter that you're doing a noble Gryffindor thing," Clint said in worry.

"I know, but I'd prefer that everyone walk away from this tonight happy, other than the manticore," Grover said.

He's gonna do it..., Clint thought, surprised by the young satyr's bravery and courage, and, well, moral compass. But, look at him! Yes, Grover had fought in the Second Titan War and was fighting in the Second Giant War alongside Tyson, but, he was, in all honesty, a nervous, skinny kid. And Tyson was too innocent for any of the Greek fighting crap.

Clint couldn't leave them alone. He got up and walked to his and Laura's bedroom, beckoning for Grover to follow. He pushed the bed several feet in one direction to reveal boxes were stored underneath the bed. Clint pushed aside these boxes until a mat was uncovered. He tossed the mat aside and grabbed a box next to him. Inside it was a crowbar. He took the crowbar and used it to take some of the floor boards off. Underneath the floor boards was a box in a light colored sack. Throwing the sack aside, he grabbed the box, handed it to Grover, and started to rearrange the room how it used to be.

"What's in the box?" Grover asked.

"You'll see. Go find Tyson and wait in the kitchen." Grover left and Clint shut the door, readying himself to kick the manticore's arse.

Grover's POV

Grover was worried about Clint. If there's anything his time with Percy has taught him, it's that people do stupid things when they're desperate. And gods, was Clint desperate!

He found Tyson downstairs, playing hide-and-seek with Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel. "Tyson, we need ta talk. Like, now," he said.

Tyson left the kids and walked upstairs with Grover. "Okay, long story short, a manticore kidnapped Laura and we need to get her back by sundown."

"What's Clint gonna do?" Tyson asked.

"Come kill that son of a bish that dared to touch Laura," Clint said. Grover and Tyson turned around to see Clint in full Hawkeye uniform, bow and everything.

"Woah—how did you manage to keep the suit and bow?" Grover said as Tyson whistled his approval of Hawkeye's gear.

"Well, when Fury helped me get the land, he got me this, just in case. And I haven't bothered to tell anyone about it yet. Only Laura, Fury, and you guys know," Clint explained. "Now, let's go mess this manticore up."

A/N
Sorry, it's been a while. Welp. I hope y'all liked this chapter! Please vote and comment!
❤❤❤Michelle