The Avengers meet Percabeth

Natasha Romanov p2

She had been waiting in the hospital room for hours when someone finally showed up for him. The guy had been passed out cold for almost an hour and, as the doctor said, would be completely healed when he woke up.

So Natasha decided that until he woke up and was fully conscious he was under her care and she would defend him with her life. Which was why, after five cups of coffee, she was sitting in the dark of the recovery ward, watching his sleeping form.

Her eyes drifted shut a little, and she gave a soft smile, her body was weak. Her will was strong.

She would not fall asleep.

. . .

She was awoken with one form hitting hers roughly, as if someone had thrown themself across her to stop her from getting her in a bombing.

That was not the case, however.

The fully conscious Percy had clumsily fallen over her and collapsed with his torso sandwiching hers. He was heavy, and also grumpy for no apparent reason. They both picked themselves up.

He laughed softly. "I'm so sorry, Natasha, I didn't see you."

"It's fine," she smiled lightly. "I'm sorry I hit you with my car. Call it even?"

Although it most certainly was not, he gave a nod. "Thanks for staying the night, by the way. Very dedicated to your victims."

Giving him a playful shove, she smiled. "I may be a daughter of Bellona, but I do have a conscience."

"Reyna's sister, really?"

"Yeah," her grin dimmed. "I've not been to camp though. Ever. I've just heard the stories from Rachel."

"Huh," Percy frowned. "I've met three daughters of Bellona, and upon meeting me all of them have tried one way or another to kill me."

She laughed at that, giving him one of her rarely seen or heard genuine laughs, a real throw your head back and crow away.

"I really should be going," he announced with a sad grin. "I may have missed last night's party, but I do have a job to do."

"The hero of Olympus has a day job?"

"I dunno if you could call it a job, but I volunteer at the local aquarium. Annabeth is the head designer of Olympus, and she does houses for demigods too, ones that want to live outside of the camps." He said modestly.

"Forget marry rich," she gave another grin. His mood was affecting hers. "Marry smart, am I right?"

"We aren't married," he said with a quiet awkwardness.

"Oh."

"Well we're twenty, so maybe soon?"

"Maybe."

That was when something landed on her head from out of nowhere with an extreme weight and she dropped to the floor in a squished pile as the weight that had descended from nowhere unmounted her head.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" is what she meant to say, it came out more like a gurgling squeal. A little bit like a sloth choking: slow and violent, but also lethal.

No one heard her.

She picked her limbs up slowly and morphed from mooshed Natasha puddle to standing gingerly because all of her limbs hurt Natasha.

When she stood, she saw someone wearing a black suit attacking Percy. She went into mother hen mode. And attacked.

However what she failed to notice before hastily launching into her attack, was that Percy was just standing there and letting them at him, that the floor was wet (as the sign by the door proclaimed), and that the person in the black suit was Annabeth Chase.

Needless to say, she tripped over on the slippery floor and slid straight into Annabeth who was landing a violent hit right on Percy's cheekbone when Natasha smashed into her and ended up with the violent hit on her forehead.

"Oof." She let out a sigh at becoming puddle of Natasha in pain on the floor twice in five minutes.

"I'm so sorry!" Annabeth said solemnly. "You shouldn't have been right underneath the air duct anyway, you never know what'll come out of there."

"The bed used to be under there," Percy said, a beautiful black eye starting to bloom on his left cheek. "Until one day someone decided to drop Will some Valentines chocolate through there in the middle of surgery. Hem, hem, Nico."

"He's just bitter because Will was so overcome with the feels that he forgot Percy was currently cut open, and also on short-term anesthetics. He woke up with a surgeon's knife in his side and freaked out."

Percy gave a solemn nod. "It was the scariest thing I've ever done."

"So anyway," Annabeth summed up. "We normally keep the ground beneath the air duct free of people. So I assumed you wouldn't be there."

"It's okay," Natasha said, surprised that she meant it. "I hit him with a car, you hit me with you, it's the circle."

Annabeth flashed a smile, "great. See you around, daughter of Bellona. If you ever need me I'll either be here in Percy's hospital room, or at CHB. Or on Olympus, or - actually, if you want me, it'd be best to Iris message."

With a wave and a hand up off the ground the couple were gone, leaving Natasha listening to the snippets of their conversation she could catch.

"So now do we add getting-hit-by-a-car to your list of things that landed you in hospital?"
"Yeah, alphabetically it goes between gapping-school-only-to-get-chased-by-police- and-running-into-a-solid-wall-to-get-away and gorging-himself-on-cookies-until-he- passes-out."

"Thanks Annabeth!"

"Thanks to you too Kayla!"

And then Natasha was alone, with only one thing in mind: how did Annabeth know she was a daughter of Bellona?