For The World He Once So Loved || The Avengers/Percy Jackson Fan Fiction

[4] Who I Truly Was

Percy POV

I sat down on the seat on the helicopter, looking out to the dark sky as night falls. We're high in sky, and although I've been through this many times before, I couldn't help but shudder a little. My fear hadn't changed— it only got smaller.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes which I'm sure have purple bags under. I'm tired, yes, but that doesn't mean I don't sleep. Oh, I sleep alright, even though at forced situation. I wouldn't have to have insomnia or trouble sleeping, if only there won't be nightmares and flashbacks waiting for me. It'd started since they kicked me out, yet it never decrease.

Another term of torturing my already miserable life, I suppose.

"Percy, are you okay?" Phil's voice bought me back. "You look tired."

I shook my head, "actually, no. I haven't sleep for a while."

Phil give me a knowing stare, "the nightmares and flashbacks again?" He quietly asked, glancing at the pilot at front seat.

I sigh heavily, "it always is."

Phil know some of my secrets. Of course, I didn't tell him about what I truly am or what happened in my past. But he was a pretty close and trusted friend od mine, so I share him small things about me and my life. It's only Natasha and Clint whose know my life the most, and they only know the big graphic.

"Maybe you should try to take a nap. You looked ready to pass out." Phil suggested. He eyed me concern, though I wouldn't blame him. My bagged eyes and my disheveled face must be quite a sight.

"I.. I'll try." I reply.

Realizing I'm not going to talk anymore, Phil turn away and start to mess with his phone. Once he was completely engrossed with it (or so it seems), I too turn away and facing the sky once again. I know Phil's suggestion was right. I should've at least try to sleep— I need it if I was about to focus to my job.

Frowning to myself, I fish my phone out from my bag. I was used to be a person who can't worked any electronic things with signals, as it undoubtedly will attract monsters, but a.. a.. someone had made an anti-monsters phone for demigods to use.

I take away my com, fish it to my pocket and put my earphones on my ears. I open my phone, scrolling down on my music list, trying to decided which one should I play first. After I choose one, I put it down to my pocket, closing my eyes as I listened to the sweet music in my ears.

Slowly, my eyes start getting heavier. It doesn't take a long time for me to fall asleep and have another flashback.

I was sitting in a all-grey room, which was sterile in certain degree. There's rectangle table in front of me, along with two chairs on the other side, and an empty one next to me. I sat there, bored and impatient as I eyed the one-sided mirror in one of the walls. I knew I was eyeing someone I couldn't see, but I hope whoever-it-is will realize that I can start now.

Unfortunately they don't, so I decided to use my voice. "Hello? Anyone there? C'mon, if you're going to interrogate me, then start. As in, right now, cause I'm really bored. And if you don't, just say it; I'll be out of here in one minute." I winced internally at my croaked voice.

Minutes pass in silence once again, but it was break by the sound of someone opening the front door's lock. Finally, I thought. Then, from the wooden door, come a man. This man wears all black— his coat, his gloves, his eye patch, his clothes, everything. When he was already in the room, the door shut close, but I could see a glimpse of two armoured guys waiting outside.

He stop walking, his eye never left me as he slowly take a sit directly in front of me. We held our eyes contact for minutes, before he turned away.

"Do you know why you're here, Mr...?" He said in deep voice.

I ignore the last part, knowing he was trying to trap me. I shrugged, "Aren't you just invite me to this lovely room to have a tea party with our buddies?"

Oh, how I miss you sarcasm.

He glare at me. Maybe he was use having people flinch or coward from his glare, but I'm not, and probably most demigods won't. I have been glared by pretty much every dangerous being. His glare didn't affect me the slightest.

I smile, amused at his failed try of intimidating me. He just stare disbelieving, noticing my amusement. Finally, he growl angrily. He slam his hand to the iron table, "alright then. Who are you? What are you doing in here? Where did you fall from? How can you survive the fall? What the hell are you?!"

I chuckled, amused by his impatience and questions. I decided to play with him. "Alright. I am me. I don't know what, since it was you who bought me here. The sky, obviously. Dunno; ask your doctors. And I'm human."

He send me a cold look, his eye telling me that he wasn't one to mess with, and that I need to answer the questions honestly.

I sigh. Man, how fast the fun have to end. "Okay, my name is Percy Jackson. I don't know why I'm here; because obviously you're the one who bought me here. I fall from sky. About how I survive it.."

I hesitate, glancing at the grey ceiling, purposely ignore the small cameras on each corner. I quickly snap my head to my blue converse. Why am I looked up to the ceiling? Why? Is it because I was unconsciously hoping the gods to help me? I was hoping for them to help me?

I grit my teeth, clenching my fists as I glare hard at the grey table. Hatred flare over me, and in a sliver second, I've made my decision. To Hades with the gods. "I'm not a normal human. I'm.."

Perseus, stop.

I inhale sharply. What.. what was that? Was that someone's voice that I heard on my head? It's familiar. Very familiar, but I couldn't put my fingers on it. It.. it sounds like..

"What?" The eye patch man asked impatiently.

"I.." I tried again, my voice cracked slightly.

No, don't. It is not time yet. You cannot reveal your identity.

Then when? I asked back in my head.

Soon. The voice started to fade.

Wait! I shouted frantically. Who are you? I-I know you, but I couldn't remember! Who are you? Please tell me!

Goodbye, Perseus Jackson. Remember, every things happen for a reason.

Before I can decipher the meaning, it fades away.

But somewhere, far far in my head, I could feel that, whoever is the owner of the voice, is still in there, watching my movements.

And frankly, the words was more than enough.

It was the first day I meet Fury, which wasn't a pleasant first impression. And until this day, I'm still grateful I didn't tell him who I truly was. I could be held in prison or being a lab experiment till this day.

I, too, was wondering when the voice will come again, to start speak in my head again. And in the head where I felt the voice's rest, I could feel it wasn't alone.

Who do you think it is?

Someone we know, perhaps? XD

Well, I wasn't going to tell you now. Later, I'll reveal it all.

Goodbye, and see u in next chapter!

- Silvina xx