Masked Mercenary: A Percy Jackson and Avengers Crossover

Chapter 8: Sti̱n anánki̱ enós í̱ro̱a

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Do not breathe. Do not breathe. Do not breathe.

 

Holding her breath was causing her lungs to scream in pain. No more passing out that was a sign of weakness. She was not weak. She was numb to emotion and strong against unjust acts….But what was going on? Once Evangeline sensed that the chloroform had dissipated, the girl opened her eyes, a drew a heaving gasp for air. The first thing she spotted was Fury.

“You son of a-”

“Quiet. Before I blow your brains out, girl.” Nick Fury pointed a black pistol to her forehead, his finger resting on the trigger.

“What the fuck do you want, Fury.” Evangeline said. Cautious not to sound edgy.

“What do I want?” The director stayed perfectly in place. “I want to know what makes you work. No one just is as diverse and dynamic as you are.”

She coughed. “Ha, I’d like to know that too, buddy. But I have no clue what the hell I am.”

“We’ll see.” he lowered the weapon.

Several agents appeared from the shadows, unlocked her chair restraints, and pushed Evangeline to her feet. Seizing the obvious opportunity, Evangeline broke free, tearing her arm on something sharp. It dug deep into the left of her thigh, but caused no initial pain. Evangeline took off from where she had seen the men come from. Darkness was everywhere, until a single ray of light appeared reaching through a doorway. Dotallion, now would be an exceptional time for you to make an appearance. Please. She thought desperately.

Reaching the door, she tried the knob, sounds of quick footsteps heightened her panic. “Dammit. No time for this crap.”

Summoning fire, Evangeline blasted the door down.

 

If only it led to something practical, like stairs. No, it dropped off over the ocean. Skata.

 

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Orders were orders, and Clarisse at least was beginning to see some sense. Percy had convinced her that the risks were extremely necessary and that training for demigods would take place here, then eventually move to Olympus itself. Flying to the Helicarrier with Natasha and Annabeth, he hoped that the sinking feeling in his gut had nothing to do with all the agents staring at them through the massive glass windows. Spotting Tony, who had left earlier, Percy flew towards the landing dock. The look on the billionaire’s face was not at all welcoming.

“She ran.” he grumbled.

Percy leapt off Blackjack, giving Natasha a hand. “Open your eyes. We landed...Wait what?”

He started for the indoors, “The kid, Evangeline ran. Fury said she had been planning it the whole time. The girl only cared for herself….”

“No. I refuse to believe that, Stark.” Percy said defiantly.