Cosmic Collision (Percy Jackson / Marvel)

Chapter-1

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The fumes were getting to him now.

He had no concept, whatsoever of time, or space. It didn't even burn any more. Who was he kidding? The glass was no longer cold, and his eyes were blood-shot and puffy. Just another few days, he promised himself.

'Another one.'

The bartender stared. "Coming up sir."

"That's fine John dear, I'm taking him home." a feline voice purred, "Thanks anyways."

"My pleasure" The bartender smiled, recognizing the lady.

This woman was clearly an elite. You wouldn't expect someone like her in such a bar. With the dainty lace gloves and the Louboutin heels and the glistening string of pearls. As she stepped out of the shadows, one could just make out that her God-given features had a certain flavor to them. Sinful. Just like her dark chocolate eyes.

Her face broke into a confident smirk as she bent down and met the inebriated mans' eyes.

"This is going to be fun."

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Preston-

"Do you have my files Preston?" Kurt spat.

The man in front of him was a quivering mess. His hair looked like it had been hastily brushed through and his clothes were not ironed. One taking a closer look could see that he hadn't slept peacefully for days. The dark circles and his pale pallor were quite demeaning to the companies tagline.

Health Care with Peace of Mind

The faux tagline anyways. And not his Peace of mind at least.

"N-no sir, I'll have it at your desk in an hour."

"I'm Mind Blown Preston. I knew it was a mistake to let you rejoin. With the legal team on our back and the Adamson's case" Kurt went quiet and closed his eyes. He seemed to wince at his thoughts and after a moment calmly opened his eyes.

"You know wh-"

"I'm sorry sir. Just give me an hour. It will be at your desk by then. I promise. I really-"

"You do not cut me while I'm talking! I've given you enough chances anyways. You're fired. That hour? I want your things out by then. Don't make me call security Preston." Kurt straightened his expensive looking suit, fixing his tie. His voice dropped an octave, "I'm sorry. It shouldn't have been this way".

Preston did not know what to do. The Adamson's case had been a major issue for the past few months. He had gotten demoted to office because of a faulty gun.

He was not hauled down to court only because he had served in the commission for a very long time.

But when he swore that the bullet arched its path before hitting his partner, no one believed him.

Surprise, surprise.

After that fiasco today, he had no clear idea as to where he should start to prove his innocence and to reclaim his credibility.

It was all the agency, you see, and Preston had realized this a long time ago.

The agency was all a cover. The cover being a mental health care facility. Most of the agents joked about how the best agents who usually worked 24/7 usually ended up in the facility later on.  

Very few people actually knew that the founder, Quilton Xanther, was actually bought up in such a facility.

He spent an initial part of his life, in a desolated corner of such an institution- with no one to appreciate, encourage or challenge his intellect. Until one day, when he was released and recruited to become an agent. No one knows much about that part- but after all that, Xanther was a free agent. Who later went rogue. And then he started the Xanther Institution.

That was the cover. In all reality, the three floors below the "basement" was where the real institution was. 

SAXA.

This was the largest SAXA base in the world. The headquarters of a legacy that many did not believe existed.

And this had been his only home for the last ten years. No longer.

I have to do it, Preston thought. No matter he stakes. If only for his sake.

He had been considering this option for a while now. There was something amiss. Something going on- and he could feel it. It was hardly noticeable. This was a secret agency, after all. Ever level had its own secrets. But for a veteran like himself, he had been there long enough to see the retreating tide.

 In a job like this, trust was essential. Trusting your partners, and trusting yourself. 

And as of now, people hardly trusted him. He tried convincing himself that all those opinions mattered, but he couldn't bring himself to care enough.  

To think of all those late nights spent searching for answers. The empty coffee cups and takeout boxes piled messily in his, otherwise spotless apartment. The increased hours in the boxing ring.

He actually thought that he could have been fast enough. Faster than the people who were just waiting for a slip up- and he generously gave them that. Stupid! Stupid. He hadn't even gone to argue with the decision. He knew that he had only one choice remaining now. 

This is a horrible idea.

He slid his drawer open, and removed the wooden board. A false bottom- small handy trick, but every one had them nowadays. He pushed his hand inside, and felt the small, almost- unnoticeable knot. Pushing it, he felt it click. It pushed out and he saw the safe his mentor had shown him.

It was one-of-a-kind. Made of glossy wood and engraved with the words.

Thánatos kai alítheias

It roughly translated to Death and Truth.

"Only use it in the worst case scenario Agent." his mentor had told him one day before he had disappeared. "Remember death is not your enemy anymore. But don't treat him like you're friend either. You will find help here, but don't ever use this unless its really bad. The last time this was used, things did not go well. Make the proper decision. I trust you Preston. "

Shaking the hazy memory from his tired eyes, Preston lightly touched the foreign engravings. He opened the clasp for the first time and saw a phone. It must have been an old model. Its gold color gave an illusion that it was softly glowing. He didn't remember seeing anything like it before.

He opened it and saw a single contact opened.

His finger hesitated on the button. Before he could change his mind, he closed his eyes and pushed the slightly worn out button.

As the line was ringing, nothing could have prepared him for the voice he was about to hear.

"Hello?"

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