One Problem: Percy Jackson/Marvel Crossover

5: Turns Out it's a Real Strange Warehouse.

Percy's POV

The next day, we all met at my mom's apartment. I didn't really explain why Jason, Piper, Annabeth, Leo, and Nico were coming over at two fifteen particularly. I just said that they're coming over and that I'd need the car to drive them somewhere. I don't even know if my mom was listening.

Paul was home when they arrived. He was slightly miffed by the five teenagers that showed up, especially with Nico, who had his sword strapped to his belt, making it kind of obvious. We were all a bit nervous. Jason was fiddling with his coin, as if waiting to see if he should flip it. Nico was twisting his skull ring like how he does when he's thinking, and Annabeth was messing with the beads on her necklace from camp. Leo was a bit more hyperactive than usual. Only Piper seemed calm, but being a daughter of Aphrodite, she could control her emotions better than others.

After some negotiating, we all plied into Paul's Prius. I was driving, being the only one with experience (most demigods didn't learn how to drive - partly because we can use other modes of transport, partly because we're too busy surviving to learn.) I think I'm a good driver (Nico's saying in the background that I drive like maniac. Don't listen to him). I got us to the warehouse in eight minutes, even though the drive would usually be thirteen.

"You sure about this?" Leo asked when we got out. The warehouse we'd been sent to was barely alive. The concrete walls were chipped and graffitied, the few window smashed and boarded. Not somewhere I would want to go.

Piper grinned. "Oh, come on. It's a cliché. I bet the place is newly renovated inside." She marched right in.

Inside, it didn't look newly renovated. It looked like an empty old abandoned warehouse, which it was. Or at least, until the lights turned on.

A blinding light came from the ceiling, revealing Fury and his "heroes".

"I wasn't sure you would come," Fury said, or more correctly, stated.

"Here we are," I said meekly.

"Let's get straight to it, then. Do you have your weapons?"

We nodded.

"Good. Best of luck, the test should be unbeatable," Fury made some sort of signal with his hand, and he and his people began to rise on a hidden platform until they reached the viewing area above. Robotic dummies and manikins shuffled in from the side and drew weapons - some guns, some swords, some of everything.

"Well," I said, uncapping Riptide. "This should be easy."

We charged.

The fight was a like a blizzard. I dodged bullets, sliced arrows, parried swords. I heard my friends fighting around me. Leo was multitasking - building some crazy device and blasting fire at robots at the same time. Piper and Jason were working as a team, Piper warning robots with her charmspeak and lobbing ham while Jason was cutting them down with his gladius. Annabeth was no where to be seen, but whenever a robot went down suddenly, it was probably her. Nico was shadow traveling behind the lines and summoning the occasional skeleton. But the robots seemed endless, and we were tiring. When a new wave appeared, I figured I'd send a wave back to it. The plumbing was still in tact and had water running through it - for now.

"Get back!" I yelled. Everyone took my warning and scrambled back. I thrust out my hand, willing the water to break free. A tidal wave of disgusting brown sewer water capsized the dummies. No robots came out after.

Fury, flanked by Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, came down from his viewing area.

"Impressive," he nodded. "Your not even wet."