Percy Jackson and The Avengers

Chapter 16

Hey lovelies, I think I'm going to be rapping this one up.

I don't really know what else to do, but don't fear (unless you're scared of my writing, that let that fear consume you) I'm probably going to write a less of a mess fanfiction.

Please help me think of something to do! I'm lazy and thinking sounds hard.

Also, any Pernico shippers, I wish I shipped it because I had this really good crossover with Voltron where Percy is Lance, Nico is Keith, Annabeth is Pidge, Grover is Hunk, and Maybe Jason as Shiro? Anyways, doesn't help me.

Also, very sucky at this time thingy. Y'all should just yell at me. I am so, so sorry.

Much Love,

Larissa

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Pov: Percy

Dinner was an awkward affair. Whispers whipped around the room, each trying to grab my attention but none succeeded.

People would duck their heads down, mummer and point to me -or Annabeth, but I'm pretty sure it was me-. I sat as close as I could to my girlfriend -how I could get one as amazing as her, we would never know-. As soon as dinner was over, Annabeth would whisk me away and back to the Avenger tower, where I would try to sleep. Instead of sleeping, I would probably find Bucky, Steve, or -if and only if the world was ending and everyone I knew would get tortured to death- Tony and try to fix my panic.

But we were thriving.

Mom said that if you said something for long enough, it would become true.

She also apparently has a thing for blue foods and blowfishes, but you can't doubt a master.

I poked at my barbecue, already having to throw some of it into the fire -the shame of wasting food- for someone I didn't know. Something gave me the deja-vu feeling, but by how my day was going, I wasn't surprised. Annabeth chatted with the group that people called "The Seven" -kinda sounded like a gang or the seven sins, but I apparently was a part of it, so who am I to judge?-, Skittles -maybe it's Nico or Deathbreath or Pokemon Go or Mulan or whoknowswhat-, Reyna -very terrified. Let's not-, Thalia -yeesh that woman can call lightning from the sky. Very scary-, and Grover -who is part...donkey (?) and likes to eat cans and let's not put anything I want near that mouth-. But Annabeth seemed content, so I followed along.

They had at first bombarded me with questions and statements, but at how uncomfortable I looked, they quickly stopped talking to me, only sending worried glances from afar.

The ugly looking man -next to the part horse part man- seemed to watch my every moment. I didn't like it. He glared then grumbled. Then glared again. Then took a sip of his drink. Then grumbled some more. 

Not wanting to draw attention to myself I didn't ask about the drunk ugly looking guy -or how the guy was part horse part man because I did not want to know how that happened-, but I kept an eye on him, poking my murdered pork.

By the time dinner was over, I had eaten very little, but Annabeth seemed much happier. It was almost as if someone had lifted the weight of the sky off her shoulders-

Every muscle in my body turned to fire. My bones felt like they were melting. I wanted to scream, but I didn't have the strength to open my mouth. I began to sink, lower and lower to the ground, the sky's weight crushing me.

Fight back! Grover's voice said inside my head. Don't give up.

I concentrated on breathing. If I could just keep the sky aloft a few more seconds. I thought about Bianca, who had given her life so we could get here. If she could do that,  I could hold the sky. (The Titan's Curse 296, Rick  Riordan)

I blinked out of the memory, more questions than answers, but my mind was apparently done and all I got was a floppy green hat and a lonely figuring doll of a God.

I didn't know where the memory came from or why, but I was shaken out of my musing by Annabeth who had grabbed my hand, "-ery honey? Are you alright?"

I blinked out of my daze, "Oh, yeah. Thriving."

She seemed to nod, mouthing something to the group who all nodded in agreement. I wanted to tell her to not worry, we could stay a bit longer, but my arms were lead, feet were waz, and my head a cotton ball.

"We're going to be okay" She said, over and over again, trying to convier herself. "We'll be fine."