(Fem.) Percy meets Spidey

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I swam out of my window, shutting it behind me, but making sure I could still lift it. I don't want to sneak out just to end up having to go through the front door.

The cool night water flowed gently around me as I made my way away from the lights of the palace. It's nice. No councilmen, no family, just me and the water.

I don't know how long I swam and I didn't care how far. I settled on a shoal and stared into the distance.

There wasn't anything wrong as far as I could tell. I let my guard down. It turns out, that was a bad idea.

Claws dug into my skin and teeth bit into my shoulder. I struggled against whatever was attacking me, but I couldn't find the strength to fight. Flashes of memories appeared in my mind and my struggling died down, allowing the monster to dig its claws even further into me.

After all these years of fighting and surviving, after two wars, I'd die in the ocean, in my father's element.

"Percy!"

The monster disappeared. Blood swirled through the water and I fought to keep my eyes open. "Hi, Dad." I mumbled.

"Seahorse..." Dad's shoulders fell and water wrapped around my wounds. Stictching together, they healed partially and none of the pain lessened. He sighed. "That's all I can do without putting too much stress on your body. We need to get back to my palace. Can you swim?"

I sat up and swallowed back my nausea. "Yeah." I stood. The nausea hit harder and I guess it showed on my face.

"I doubt that. I'll carry you."

"No. I can- I can swim." My legs gave out, leaving me to float. Pulling me into his arms, Dad started back to his palace.

I groaned and my head lolled.

"You need to stay awake, seahorse. Don't close your eyes."

"So tired..." my words slurred together as I fought the welcoming embrace of sleep.

"You can sleep soon. I just need you to stay awake a little while longer okay?"

"Okay, Dad." My eyes were barely open and it was getting harder to stay focused.

I was barely aware of the merpeople calling out to my dad, wanting to talk about meetings or something. Dad brushed them aside, striding quickly through the halls and into a room.

He sat me down. It was hard, but I managed to watch him gather bandages and other stuff.

"Tell me where it hurts."

"I don't...I don't know." It was hard to describe and the fog that settled over my mind did nothing to help matters. I fell forward and Dad barely caught me before I hit the floor. He sat me back on the bed, before grabbing the botton of my shirt.

"Do you have a bra on?"

"What?"

"Do you-"

"Yeah."

He pulled my shirt off. He drew a sharp breath, eyes trained on my stomach.

"This isn't good."

"What?" I tried to look where he was but he gently grabbed my face.

"Nothing, seahorse. Just let me bandage you up and then I can take you home."

I didn't argue. I didn't have the energy too. The stuff he used to clean the scratches and bites stung and the bandages were tight. When I looked  I could see blood beginning to soak through them.

"There we go. You can take a nap now."

I leaned forward and Dad must have thought I was falling again. He grabbed my shoulders and tried to push me back. Instead of me letting him do that, I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head against him.

"Can you hold me?" I mumbled, my words slurring even worse.

"Hm?"

"Can you hold me?" I repeated louder, though my words were no less jumbled.

Nevertheless, he got the message. His arms wrapped around me and he lifted me into his warm grip. He sat down.

As I sat there, I felt an overwhelming sense of calm. A small smile appeared on my face and I relaxed into his grip.

"I love you."

Dad tensed and stared down at me. "Why?"

"You're my dad."

"Seahorse, that means absolutely nothing. I...I left you to suffer your fate. I called you a mistake."

I looked up at him. "You care about me. You let me stay here. And this might just be from the sheer amount of pain I'm in."

"Where does it hurt at?"

"Doesn't matter." My eyes closed. Dad shifted me and began humming. My awareness slowly faded out, leaving behind the pain and worries I have.

Poseidon

Percy's body went limp and I stared down at her. Her face was pale and the bandages on her face helped note the change in her complexion.

I sighed. I should probably get her back to her mother's before Sally starts freaking out. I made sure her eyes were closed before flashing away.

Her room was a mess, not that I expected it to be clean. I laid her on her bed. I pulled the blankets over her and tucked her in. Grabbing her empty trashcan, I placed it beside her bed.

She looked like she felt sick earlier and I'd rather have her have a place to throw up than it end up on the floor or something.

She rolled over, her hands tucked to her chest. I frowned. It looks like she's used to holding something.

I looked around her room and my eyes locked onto a small stuffed animal. I bent down, picked it up, and tucked it between her hands and her chest. Her expression softened and I smiled. I want to stay, but I don't want to impose on Sally. I leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, seahorse."

This is crap

I blame my tired mind, video games, and the rock tumbler that you can hear almost everywhere in my house

Anyway is there anything you want to see?

Like anything at all?

And I'm gonna pick up some stuff on the floor

See yah