Hero's Journey (A Percy Jackson X Young Justice Crossover)

Chapter 25

A/N Sorry for delay. I rewrote it like seven times before I was remotely content. I still believe this could be better, but alas.

His eyes were burnt red color and his hair was longer than Superman. the resemblance was still undeniable. He smiled at him. It served as enough of a distraction that Ares could break the ice chains and dash at Percy. He ripped him from the giant watery-man and continuously punched him. they crashed in some frozen wasteland of Greenland. Percy was laying on the ground, bleeding from his nose. "I will not be denied" *a quick series of punches* "My eternal life" *crushing his rib-cage with his boot* "by some common punk." *kick in the balls* "I am Ares, the god of war. This world belongs to me. No matter who you are, you are not going to stop me! I am unbeatable." Ares rose his hand to punch Percy, but suddenly the ice around them melted and the water encased the hero, healing any wounds. Once he was back at the full strength, he called his trident.

"For the last time." Percy lunged at Ares. He wanted to avoid it, but the New God predicted it and with the use of wind changed the point of impact of his trident. The sharp prong his like under his armhole, cutting him in between armor. "I!" Percy then swiped his trident low and undercut the Old God, making him fall. "DON'T!" He then plunged the trident right where his armor ended and his helmet was supposed to start. Two outer prongs only grazed his neck, but the middle passed right through it. Ichor poured from the god and he was immobilized. "CARE!" With great strength he slashed and decapitated the self-proclaimed 'unbeatable'.

He was dead. Ares' body laid there for a moment before it started to turn into golden dust, which was immediately scattered by the wind. The image was truly beautiful if not that it was so gross. Soon the only reminder of corrupted War god was a puddle of frozen Ichor and his helmet. Percy sighted and decided to walk back home. Wind and snow around him were no bother to him now, but it was still a long way to Jump City and he didn't really know where to go. During his battle he lost track of his location.

"Great. How am I supposed to get home now?" He moaned before pulling out his mobile phone, only to find it broken beyond usefulness. "I can't even blame this on fates. Seems my luck doesn't get better. Guess it's a walk to the nearest town. They should have a map there" He reasoned and started walking after picking Ares' Helmet, completely forgetting about his newfound ability to fly.

After about an hour of walking, he finally got to a fishing village near a small lake. Happy with his discover, he started to run with new energy, but when he finally got there, he was met with an empty homes and vacated places. It was strange since he could swear he saw lights from the distance. He tried to use his life-sense when a group of black-clad men in tactical gear surrounded him. Their faces were covered by black masks and large black googles. They've all aimed their guns at Neptune, who in response summoned his trident.

"At ease, gentlemen." An unknown voice spoke. An african-american woman walked to the site. She wore a dark-blue suit and had her black hair pulled into a pony-tail. Other men followed her order, but Percy still kept his guard up. After he let it slip with Ra's Al Ghoul some time ago, he was not ready to repeat this mistake like... ever. "My name is Amanda Waller. You are Perseus Jackson, correct?" She did not beat around the subject that's for sure.

Percy pondered the question for a moment. He didn't know if it was worth to try and cover his secret identity. Most villains already knew either way from this bounty or another source. He wanted it mostly to have peace since it's not like he had anyone close here who would be unable to protect themselves. Hell, he would pity anyone who dared to go after his girlfriend. It would probably be their last mistake for a long time. Even if Zoe somewhat tamed in regards to male half of the population, she was still not exactly fond of them.