THE WATER WAS really cold. Not that Percy really minded. It was invigorating.
He took another step into the bay. He'd been a little shocked to learn that they were in Ontario. It hadn't crossed his mind that they'd left the country, but here they were. Coulson had taken him up to the Hudson Bay, about a ten minute flight from the base. He looked over his shoulder—yep, the Director was still there, watching him. The guy was really interested for some reason.
Percy took a deep breath and dove in. He still hadn't quite gotten over his old fear of drowning, but it was a lot more manageable now, at least. He allowed the water to soak him. The cold seeped into his bones, and he felt like a living ice cube. He swam deeper.
A few small fish were the first to notice him. They swam excited circles around him.
Hi, he thought at them.
Hi! Hi! Hello! Hi! the fish said back.
I need to talk to my dad, he implored. Can you help?
The fish chittered and sped away.
He propelled himself further into the bay. The bottom was probably only a hundred or so feet down. He'd have to get closer to the open ocean if he wanted to find actual help. He kept his eyes peeled for more wildlife he might be able to ask—fish didn't have the best memory.
He came to a stop about twenty feet down when he felt like he was far enough. He closed his eyes and extended his consciousness out into the water.
Please help. Please. Anyone.
He stayed there, suspended in the cold, for what felt like forever until a ripple in the water told him to open his eyes.
Before him was a rather terrifying nereid.
Not terrifying as in scary. He just jumped a little when he first saw her.
She looked like she was carved directly from a glacier, cold and spiky and ice white. The water around her faceted like it too was freezing, but it couldn't quite get there.
He shivered.
My lord, she addressed him curtly.
Oh, you don't have to do that. . .he thought. Just Percy is fine.
She nodded. Just Percy, your father is busy.
Whatever it is can wait, he insisted. It's an emergency.
Many things are emergencies. She opened her mouth wide, exposing dozens of icicle-like teeth, and vacuumed up an innocent fish swimming nearby. Some more important than others.
Percy scoffed and propelled himself past the unhelpful nereid. You have no idea, he spat.
Wait, Just Percy, she called after him. It is in your best interest to wait.
I've already waited too long, he snarled. Go away if you're not going to help.
He swam further and deeper, the ocean scenery rushing by him until he was far enough out that he wasn't totally sure which direction he came from. All around him was just blue for as far as he could see. The surface was far above.
Percy clenched his fists, squeezed his eyes shut and screamed.
DAD!!! POSEIDON!! GOD OF THE SEA!! ALSO EARTHQUAKES!! EXPERT FISHERMAN AND SAILOR OF BOATS! FATHER OF HORSES AND THE KRAKEN, PROBABLY!! IT'S YOUR SON! PLEASE HELP! 911! SOS! EMERGENCY!! DAD! DAD! DAD! DAD DAD DAD DAD DAD DAD DADDADDADDADDADDAD—
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The Hidden Son (Percy Jackson / Marvel's Agents of SHIELD Crossover)
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