In Different Worlds (MCU/PJO) COMPLETED

XXIX - The Battle has Begun

Bronya

After getting changed into DIA gear, being initiated into the DIA by a half-man half-horse, finding out my mother is a goddess that isn't supposed to exist or have any children other than with her spouse, being sent into war for a bunch of people I don't know, and being sent to kill my best friend's twin sister, I've been having a normal day so far.

I am currently on a quin jet heading straight for the African country of Wakanda. Right after, no during, my initiation, there had been an emergency call from Steve Rogers, one of the men I was trained to hate and kill. A part of me was planning a way to kill him, but then I stopped myself. Anyways, we got a call from him telling us to take one of the quin jets to Wakanda since there's this weird Thanos dude coming to take the mind stone from the Vision and wipe out half of the entire universe. Just normal everyday stuff.

So that's where I am now. On the quin jet to Wakanda for three hours since we have a glitchy pegasi storm transporting us halfway around the world. There aren't too many people on the quin jet since everyone's riding on the pegasi, or flying, or are just already there since they were 'apparated.' Whatever that is I'm not sure but apparently, they're already there. So it's just Calvin, the half-man half-horse dude Chiron, a girl named Piper, a boy named Leo, and a man who drinks way too much diet coke.

"Hey Bronya, do you want the six-inch knives or seven inch?" I hear Calvin call. I stand up, and my hair automatically beats on my back in its ponytail form since I stood up so fast.

"I'll take both," I reply my Russian accent coming on really thick after sitting in observative silence.

"Sorry. What?" Calvin asks me putting a hand to his ear. I roll my eyes and walk over to the weapons table. I grab seven knives and place them all on my suit while Calvin watches. I feel pretty vulnerable under his gaze, but I don't let him see that he does that. He has to think of me with respect. Like everyone should.

"Well do you want that?" Calvin asks me pointing at what looks like a Soviet slug. My favorite weapon to use since it was long-range and multi-purpose. I look at Calvin in disbelief.

"How did you get one of these their only available in Russia, and even there they are very hard to get a hold of," I question Calvin turning to face him with my arms crossed. Calvin smirks.

"I have my ways. But do you want it or no, because if not then Leo's going to take it apart and make it an explosive bomb," Calvin says. I look at the small Latino boy sneaking up to it.

"Hey! You touch that, and I kill you with it," I tell him off in Spanish. It's one of my favorite languages to speak in after Russian, and French. 

Leo rolls his eyes. "You know I can't be hurt by fire. My dad's Hephaestus and I'm fireproof. So you can't kill me with that," He retorts back. Now it's my turn to roll my eyes.

"Well, I guess you do not know the Soviets. The slugs they make are never made with fire. No matter how alike they are. Plus this is hardly a Soviet slug. It is not even Soviet. More what HYDRA made," I rant. Then I realize it was all in Russian. I let myself trail off after mentioning HYDRA.

After taking my childhood and anything I've ever had that could be close to a normal life I hate anything that has to be done with them. What if I could take them apart? And keep them from taking any other kids? I could give the girls at the Red Room a chance at a normal life.

"Hey Calvin, where did you get this?" I ask him in Russian. He looks confused at me, and I realize he doesn't know Russian.

"I'm sorry what? The only languages I speak are English, Spanish, French, and German," Calvin says. He fiddles with a bunch of different weapons.