The World was at risk once more and he was called to fight for it again. Percy Jackson has outlived two wars; What can another one do to him.
PERCY JACKSON AND AVENGERS COSSOVER
age au (pjo)
avengers assemble (set)
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Pain was on different wavelengths, it differed from each and every person and thing. Pain could be only for today, or it can last hundreds of years with no explanation... Percy held a pain that seemed to have become chains within him. They crippled him and made it harder for the adult to be who he is. These chains swirled around him, choking him. Whispering things that weren't true towards him. And it seems the god read his mind and found the dark thing he shared with himself. If this was truly Loki, the god would have kept his mouth shut and never say what he heard from the minds of those around him. But this wasn't the real Loki at the moment. The blue in his eyes represented that. This Loki was on a mission. And that was to make sure this team of Avengers goes against each other.
Percy sat near the unconscious Loki with a daunting look in his eyes. It's been far too long since he had heard anyone say Nico's name towards him. It was because every time someone spoke about his cousin the same words echo in his head; taunting him forever.
―You better make it, you have to make it.
"Loki was up here― Agent Unity, " Steve fixed his shield while looking at the black hair before him, "I see you have Loki handled." The captain looked at the unconscious god before glancing back up towards Percy.
"He's been like that for ten minutes now." Percy stood up grabbing riptide and flipping the pen into his pocket, "He should be awake when we arrive back at base. " Walking past Steve, Percy was able to get a good look at the two men who were fighting before.
His green ocean eyes met with blue electric ones. Both seemed to recognize each other; for the mist swarm each as if sheltering their truth from the mortals around them. They knew both were among the millions caught in the storm they called the mythological world. Turning away Percy walked away from the three men and asset.
He was unstable, for hearing someone speak his most hidden secrets brought unbelievable pain. Small stones that laid in the ground rumbled from the emotions that banged inside Percy's walls. If they paid more attention to the son of the sea, they would if saw the golden glow that admitted below his feet. He was a ticking time bomb, and it was time the world knew.
―He will know, soon enough; he will learn the truth.
Nico wasn't supposed to die, he was supposed to be the one alive. But sometimes fate has no control over what happens; Sometimes time makes mistakes. No one, not even the gods could have predicted the outcome during that hurricane. Percy couldn't even come close to know what exactly happened that day. But time will show itself once more, and it'll speak in place of fate.
On the quinjet back to base, Percy kept his eyes directly on the sky before him. There was nothing to distract him; he had lost too much. Percy hasn't mourn, he hasn't given himself the time to scream over something he had no control over. It was eating at him as he flew, hissing a taunting in the back of his mind; every mistake, every moment, every smile...
