Percy P.O.V
He'd been in his room, listening to his playlist and reading a copy of a book called The Maze Runner that had been in Camp's library and translated into Ancient Greek. It was entertaining so far and he felt himself enjoying reading for once. He was deeply rooted into this world he'd found himself in when he heard a small, barely audible knock and pulled his earbuds out. Oliver was standing in the doorframe watching him.
"Dinner's ready," He said, turning around and heading downstairs. Percy set aside his book and rose to follow him. When they got to the dining room, two new people were sitting at the table, talking and laughing. One had jet black hair and bright blue eyes, and the other had brown hair cut short into a bob.
"Percy, this is Thea, my sister, she's been away on a trip and just returned," Oliver said, gesturing to the brown-haired girl who smiled and waved at him.
"I live here too, so if you get tired of Ollie being all scowly and boring, you can come hang out with me," she said to him.
"Lovely Oliver, I feel so loved and recognized and certainly not forgotten," the dark haired man said his voice filled with playful sarcasm.
"And this spoiled brat is Tommy Merlyn," Oliver said, smiling at the man, who stuck his hand out to him.
"Pleased to meet you Percy, I'm sure Ollie's neglected to mention me so far, but I'm the cool best friend," Tommy said with a smile as Percy shook his hand. He and Oliver took their seats. Dinner was interesting, Thea and Tommy filled in the unsure, tense silence that seemed to occur between him and Oliver.
"So, Oliver, didn't you have something you were going to say tonight?" Tommy asked, shooting Oliver a look.
"I don't know what you're talking about Tommy," Oliver said, shooting a pointed glare towards Tommy. Percy could tell he was lying, something that came with the domain of deception.
"Is it about your secret?" He asked, thinking he might as well just get it out in the open.
"What secret?" Oliver asked as Tommy nodded his head.
"Clearly you underestimated the kid, he's more clever than he lets on," Tommy chuckled.
"Thomas fucking Merlyn, I swear to god I'm actually going to shoot you one day." Oliver said in exasperation, although still laughing at his friend. However, he quickly grew serious as he started to speak again "Well, as Tommy so graciously decided to set me up into this, you're going to get the shortened version of the story. As you've probably heard, I was stranded on an Island for five years. That Island was hell, but it shaped me into who I am today, and I came home with a goal: honor my father's memory, finish the list he left me, and save my city. To do this, I had to become someone else, something else. I had to live two lives, one, as the man you see before you, the billionaire, Oliver Queen. The other, in the shadows, a vigilante, the Green Arrow."
"Okay. Not what I was expecting, but not out of the realm of possibility. I'll add you to the list of heroes I know, and oh, by the way, speaking of heroes, I'm going to need to go back to the Avenger's tower sometime soon to train because I kind of got recruited for that."
"So you're an...Avenger?" Oliver asked, a little stunned.
"Yeah, and director Fury wants me to considers working for S.H.E.I.L.D some later on," He said with a shrug.
"Well I guess when you're over here it would be great to have another set of skilled hands on the team, if you want to train with us and Ollie," Thea said.
"Yeah, we'll have to show you the bunker tomorrow!" Tommy said.
"I knew you'd had some some sort of training, but I'll asses your skills tomorrow," Oliver said, still looking slightly shocked.
"Why don't we do something exciting?" Tommy suggested and the four played games and told stories for the rest of the night. He was pretty sure Tommy ended up staying over because as he went up to his room he heard Oliver ask if he was staying and they walked off to some other room.
Once in his room, he quickly fell asleep and entered a hellish landscape he knew all too well.
"The young hero not accepting his fate my lord, what of the prophecy?" a hissing voice asked from the darkness.
"Give it time. They've barely met. The Ocean's son will fall soon enough." The cold voice of another entity spoke. He tried to listen in more but was suddenly pulled away and his consciousness appeared in that godsforsaken torture chamber again.
"my my, what's come stumbling in tonight? Now I believe we never finished last time..." Tartarus laughed, his voice full of malice, as he held up a gleaming knife....
Percy shot awake, gasping raggedly for air, drenched in sweat and hot, sticky blood. It hurt each time he drew in a breath, and he lay there for a minuet, hoping he hadn't screamed out in his sleep and woken anybody up. Sometimes he was blessed with not making a sound in the real world while he screamed and cried out in pain in his dreams.
He tried to sit up but gasped in pain, falling back down. This round of torture had been particularly brutal. If he couldn't get to the water, he thought that he could at least draw on the water in the air to heal himself, but it was futile, he was too weak. He glanced down at the mess that his body was. The blood that oozed from his wounds was red, yet it shimmered and gleamed with godly ichor as well.
"Damnit!" he whisper shouted, maybe he was strong enough to cast an illusion, one of the things he'd learned to do with the power of deception. He could manipulated someone's perception of what they saw and heard to deceive them. He mustered the last of his energy reserves to make sure no one in the house would know what happened. If they happened to walk in, they would see him in bed, sleeping, and they wouldn't hear a thing.
After using his power, he was truly drained and collapsed heavily into the pillows, panting. He felt himself growing weaker as the blood drained from his wounds. After all he'd endured would this be his fate? It would be so easy to just slip into a deep sleep as the blood drained from his body, to just leave. He only let his mind linger there for a moment before grabbing for the cord of his necklace and feeling for the stone Loki had given him. He grasped it in a bloody hand and spoke.
"Loki, if you're there, I need you."
rewrite version
it's a cliffhanger, weee. This is where we completely abandon version one's storyline and create something better lol. and yeah, I brought Tommy back to life bc I love him, also, if you squint, you can see hints of him and Oliver being a thing bc they had chemistry in the show and I died with that ship so yeah.
word count: 1218 words
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Hero (always an angel never a god)
Fanfiction*UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING* Percy Jackson has lost everything after the giant war, his friends, his family, and his sense of belonging. On top of all this, he is dealing with flashbacks and painful tortures in his dreams. When the avengers find him...
