Demigods and Avengers

Captain Frisbee

Percy's POV

We were in school, in science class. I was with Peter and Wise Girl, but still, I'd never been more bored in my life.

We were doing an in-class-group project, and Annabeth had been paired with a girl named Stephanie. Peter was working with one of his Decathlon team friends, and I had to work with...

Flash.

Yay!

Not.

I've been through some really rough things, fighting titans and holding the sky, but not murdering Flash whist I had to work with him had taken the prize. He kept commenting about Peter and Ned, and how MJ was wasting her time hanging around dorks. It was hard enough for me to keep my cool then, but i lost it when he started on Annabeth.

"Such a nerd. Acts like she knows everything. She's just a dumb blonde, who needs to bother people somewhere else." He was talking about Wise Girl... My Wise Girl.

"Hey Flash. Why don't you shut up before I cancel your knee caps?" I asked, letting the anger in my voice show.

"What's wrong? Gotten all defensive of your pathetic girl?" He taunted, making my blood boil. I could feel my hand starting towards Riptide, but I caught Annabeth's eye at the last second.

She shook her head, obviously seeing me about to un-alive him. I took a deep breath, and grabbed the chemicals in the vials, going back to the task. "You're really asking for it." I told him, not making eye contact. I started mixing the liquids, whilst Flash laughed and replied, "Oooohhhh... I'm so scared."

My hand clenched around the vial I was holding. "Go on then. Call your pathetic friends to save you." He laughed.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled. I reached out to punch him, knocking over the vials in the process.

If you were wondering how I blew up the science lab like I mentioned in the beginning, that's how.

What was the explosion like, you might ask. Hot. And big.

Geez, I think I've exhausted my vocabulary in that description.

And of course, I got detention. Wonderful. Turns out my date with Wise Girl was cancelled. We were supposed to go to the new restaurant at the foods court and then go to the movies, but thanks to Flash, it was all ruined.

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One. Whole. Hour.

That's how long I had to spend in detention. I glared at the teacher who was supervising me and a few other students. Just the usual 'bad kids' acting all tough. Ugh. Then I remembered it wasn't the teachers fault I was here. It was Flash's.

I sighed angrily and scratched the desk with my fingernail, trying to cool my breathing. The last thing I wanted was to break the plumbing system. Again. Plus, the cafeterias serve something that end up making the toilets... well... errr... you know what I mean.

That's when the real torture started.

On the screen, the guy, Captain America appeared, wearing his superhero uniform; a blue suit with a few stars and stripes and his signature shield attached to his hand. How on earth did he help save the world from godamn aliens with a metal circle the size of a dinner plate.

I'm going to apologise. I shouldn't put you through this torture. The description would be so bad you'd stop reading and go be sick somewhere.

But, for the sake of letting you know what I had gone through in that horrible hellhole,  I'll describe it.

"So, you messed up. You knew you should have followed the rules, but you didn't." He began.

You might be thinking, "Oh, gods, he sounds like a boomer."

That's because he did.

No... he sounded worse than a boomer.

Like those old social workers who try to be all chummy with you and treat you like your five. I mean, yes, I am five, on a scale of one to ten. Or maybe a six if I'm generous, but that's not the point.

I heard groans from the other kids, begging for it to stop.

After a whole hour, they let me go. Not that I'd ever see Captain America the same again. My ears hurt so bad and my brain felt like it would explode. (Hopefully not. I'm going to need my last three braincells for the algebra test next week.)

Peter and Ned were outside. Annabeth was at a debate club and MJ had gone home.

I was kind of grateful the two of them were here.

"So, how'd it go?" Peter asked.

"I am going to unalive Captain America, then yeet his shield of a cliff." I replied.