Just a Girl (Percy Jackson and Avengers Crossover - No Mist)

Chapter One - Anne

(The picture above is how I envision Anne but without the Aviator getup)

Everyone felt it when the world changed. The vanishing of the Mist was a worldwide event. And things weren't the same. Sign ups went at school to join the Greek Police: the caretakers of the city and the cavalry against any and all monsters, which weren't uncommon to see in alleys in downtown New York.

Anne was lying awake on her tiny bed in her tiny apartment, looking at the ceiling of her tiny room. She was thinking about what would happen if a Chimera suddenly came through her bedroom wall. She would die, obviously, but what else? Would Tom die too? And his dad? What about the Greek Police?

Well, mostly she was thinking about breakfast, bacon in particular, but those questions were running around her head as well.

Her alarm clock went off, signaling the end of her pretend sleep. She shot out of bed like a rocket, pulling on her Goode High hoodie, which was an ugly tan color but had sparks of red that made it slightly better. She put on whatever clothes touched her fingers: short jeans, mix-matched socks (on purpose) and her favorite bright red high-top Nikes. She quickly ran a brush through her brown pixie cut, leaving it more disheveled than before, and headed off to breakfast.

Her 'father' was in the kitchen frying bacon - hooray! - and a steaming pile of pancakes was on the small table. Tom was sitting with his usual bed-head hair and I-need-coffee deadpan expression, shoveling pancake into his mouth halfheartedly. "Morning Anne," Thomas, her father, said, glancing over the counter at her. "Bacon?"

"You read my mind," Anne said, flouncing down onto the chair. "Any syrup?"

"Gone," Tom moaned. "It's on the shopping list. Along with coffee."

"And bacon."

Mr. West shook his head and groaned. "Anne, we're fully stocked on bacon."

"Dad, we can never have too much bacon."

Thomas sighed, bringing the pan over to the table and taking a seat between the two teenagers. "Okay, I'll buy another package, but only a small one."

Anne beamed at him before taking three still-sizzling pieces of bacon and putting them on her plate, shoving one into her mouth. Tom looked at her like she was nuts, which Anne had no problem with. "You're going to burn your tongue."

"Nope," Anne quipped, popping the 'p'. "My tongue is burn proof."

"And filter proof."

"The fact that I am not attacking you right now proves that statement wrong."

"The fact that you just said that proves my statement right."

"The fact that-"

"That's enough!" Thomas exclaimed. "The fact that you are still talking about this proves that you will be late for school!"

Anne glanced at the clock, which read 7:45, and jumped out of her seat. "My alarm was set for 7:15!"

Tom smiled for the first time. "You're welcome."

"Oooh, if I didn't have so much to do you would so get it-"

"Anne, just go!"

Anne took a three minute shower, brushed her teeth in one minute, and finished her math homework in seven. Shoving it haphazardly into her backpack, she pulled it on, and hopped into the living room while tying her shoes. She glowered at Tom, who looked significantly more cheerful and of course was completely ready for school.