Percy and the Avengers

6. Massaging his legs?

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   Percy's vision was blurred and bruised as he came to half of his senses. He couldn't wake up completely. Something was stopping him. He felt groggy and a fog had taken up his mind. Percy was unable to register what had happened. His head rolled lazily to the side. The air felt heavy around him.

Whatever he had been drugged with had to be bloody strong because nothing was changing despite the hands massaging his legs. Messaging his legs?

   "Who-whoare you?" Percy mumbled clumsily, his mouth refusing to do follow what he wanted it to say.

   "Don't worry about me, Lord." She cooed softly, not halting in her task.

   "Hey why are you massaging my legs?" He was becoming talkative. Very gradually the drug was wearing off.

   "I'm preparing you for the Master, Lord."

   "Master?" He frowned. That couldn't be right. He was still at the tower with Tony, right?

   "Where's Tony?" He asked.

   "Forget about Tony, sweetheart." Her calling him "sweetheart' was rubbing him off the wrong way.

   "No. This isn't right. Stop it." Percy pushed her hands away.

   "Be careful!" She scolded. "The Master wouldn't pleased if you have a cramp!"

   "To Tartarus with your Master! Where's Tony?!" He demanded again. Percy stood up, tripping over his feet in attempt to escape. King. Peter. Kidnapped, he recalled.

   "Perseus!" The women shouted, extending her arm.

   "What!?" He demanded angerily.

   "Take my hand."

   Percy sighed and took her hand warily, hoisting himself up. "Can I at least walk around?"

   The women thought about it for a second. "Okay."

Percy walked around and looked at his surroundings. There was marble walls, floor and ceiling, a lot of it covered in gold. On one side of the room was closed by thin, golden curtains that were swaying in the wind.

He walked towards the curtains, curiousity taking over his mind. He saw that they were covering something. Maybe a window? He could see a hint of blue and green through them.

Swiftly pulling one of the curtains aside, he took a scrambling step back. There was no window. In fact, there was nothing at all. The room faced a gigantic valley, hundreds of meters above ground.

Just then, a few servants came in carrying golden trays. There was different types of food, desserts, and drinks. Including ambrosia and nectar in its own little plate. They were put on a white marble table, in front of a big white sofa that was covered in pillows.

   The only servant, a girl about his age, without a tray bowed to him and spoke, "Hello Perseus. You missed breakfast, but your lunch is ready." She gestured to the sofa. "Take a seat."

   "Who are you, and where in Tartarus am I?" Percy growled.

   The girl shifted uncomfortably. "I'm not allowed to answer those questions. I do advice you to eat. Our Master has ordered it, and making him mad won't end well."

   "Where am I!?" Percy repeated.

   "Please eat, my Lord. Our Master might punish me if you do not. He wants you well fed, especially after you have missed breakfast," She said, gesturing to the food.