Baby Blue | pjo✖avengers

01; suprise

     Clocks were something that held time, like as if it was carrying it softly throughout the world. A clock was a mother to Time; it sheltered time from those who couldn't stand it, for Time is a blessing and a sin. The clock will tick softly to her time's tune, it was an occurrence everyone can depend on. Tick, tick, tick—
    —Percy turned off the clock from where he was standing. Slithers of water drizzle down the time of the device.

    Perseus Jackson hated time; for it took everything from him.

   Turning away from the now broken clock. The sea prince went back to the folders in front of him, Project A: Avenger initiative. He had gone through the information at least five times now. War, was the only thought that seemed to make a beacon go through his head. This tesseract caused a war, and now they're sending him and a few others to retrieve it. If the world wasn't at the stake, the adult would have declined. Actually, that was a lie; He would have helped no matter what.

   Leaning back in his chair, Percy went over his own file one more time. The image placed as an example of his powers was startling. It was him holding back the hurricane so people could make it to safety.  It didn't show his face completely, but the light that seems to glow off him was weird. He never saw a glow come off him before. And here it is, on an image of him two years ago with a damn stupid glow.

    Percy Jackson was mostly upset that the glow wasn't blue; it was gold.

      Picking up a blue pen, Percy flipped it in the air before catching it, "Looks like we're back in business, Riptide."

     Percy Jackson was a man of many things. If you asked someone about him they'll tell you the one thing that stuck out about him was his loyalty. If you called him your friend or even spoke to him once in your life, you're automatically in a list of people he'll die for. He'll put you first, he'll help you, he'll give you promises and complete them; the promises he doesn't keep? They become a burden in the back of his mind that'll forever haunt his thoughts.

    You'll think it's a dangerous game Percy chose to play. And it is, it's one of the hardest and painful games on the planet. But, it's the only game Percy knows how to play.
    
     Percy had a week to respond to Nick with his answers. During that week, the demigod spent most of his type at the Café and with his Labradoodle Zoë. He had already made his decision once Nick asked for his help. Now it was just a matter of waiting. Something the adult wasn't really good at, have you ever met an ADHD adult? It isn't fun, it's worse when they have one thing on their mind; and for Percy, it's the war that he knows is coming.

   Waving goodbye as he drove off; the figures of Layla and Zoë were becoming smaller at a steady pace. His hope was that they'll be fine. Making a note to pay Layla extra for watching Zoë for him. The sea child was ready. Well, as ready as he could ever be.

    Time was something everyone came to learn at a young age. It was almost as widely taught as the ABCs. Yet, no one taught the disadvantages of time. It was as if they forgot the darkness that swirled behind the clock and numbers, laughing a mumbling to its self about the dangers that come with time. Time kills, and its time people realized that.