Percy Jackson and The Avengers

Chapter 18

Hello, My darlings,

So, this is finally it. I am so sorry for how this turned out, it's not been my greatest work.

And uhh... I suck at posting it on time.

This chapter is really short and basically really dumb, but that's okay. We're thriving.

Sad thought I just thought of: How many Saturday nights did Peggy spend sitting at the Stork Club knowing that Steve wasn't going to really come?

Anyways, the real question:

What is the last work in the first Percy Jackson Series?

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Pov: 3rd Person

Things moved on. 

Memories came and they went just like the people who he was surrounded by. He met and remet with so many people that the names blurred together and their faces mushed until he couldn't handle anymore.

But he got better. Slowly, he started to be able to remember new names and faces. Slowly, he stopped tensing when someone walked into the room and could laugh loudly when a pun was told.

He was moving on. He never touched the sword, the sword that so many people talked about. It laid in his pocket as a tribute to who he had once been -and it was kind of handy to have a pen he couldn't lose.

He didn't open up the sword until Jason came. Until Nico, Jason, and Reyna walked into the Avenger building like they owned the world -and slightly remembering the three, if they, mostly Reyna, put their minds together, the could. Jason opened up his camera, mumbling about "weddings"  and that "it was his job, so back off Leo", then Reyna came back in with Annabeth, dragging her behind. Then they were dragged into the fighting floor with Nico making sure they couldn't escape -he also pick-pocketed Percy and stole his pen.

When they first got into the middle of the room, Reyna yelled, "Start!" Both Percy and Annabeth looked at each other in confusion, until a sword was being thrown at his face. Surprising himself and catching it, Annabeth quickly attacked. Confused, he parried, but Annabeth gave a sly grin.

-Traitor, she was in on it-

Jason squealed, "YYYYYAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSS, another Percabeth fight scene! I'm going to win!"

Rolling their eyes they struck again.

And Again.

And again.

An intricate dance that only the two knew the movements to.

The crowd of people got bigger and bigger and their fighting got dirtier and dirtier.

In a flash of recklessness, Percy Jumped onto Annabeth's back. She froze in surprise, and he dropped to the ground. Turning her to face him, his winked at the camera and leaned in for the kiss.

Whooping could be heard along with "Oh god, Captian America is going to faint. It's PDA."

When they broke apart, a knife found its way under Percy's neck.

"I do believe I win." 

Brushing the knife away, he smiled, "I have you, so I do believe that means, I win."

She smiled and cheers got even louder.

He didn't remember everything, and he probably never would, but he was okay.

They were okay.

The End