When Percy loses almost everything, he cuts off his remaining ties and heads off into the clueless mortal world. Percy builds a new family but is struggling to protect them. Percy must pull himself together to gain the trust of the Avengers themselves... But will Percy trust them? When all seems lost... Will there be a light to guide Percy... Or rather, 7 lights? This story is now on FanFiction.net - my username in that is FandomAvenger101

A week after the war and Percy's already gotten himself into trouble. This time it's not monsters. It's the Avengers. NONE OF THE SEVEN DIED, (besides Leo, but you know what happened there...) AND NEITHER DID HIS PARENTS. I'M NOT GOING TO DO THAT. STORY COMPLETE.

I mourn I mourn for those we lost I mourn for the camps I mourn for the seven I mourn for Annabeth I mourn for my mom Dead. All dead because of me. I could have saved them. I could have been quicker. I could have been more helpful. Coming home to find Paul, Mom, and my unborn baby sister dead, I went slightly insane, on top of already losing everybody else from camp. Now I wear a mask. The funny, sarcastic, confident mask I have always wore, but now more desperate. Some may call me egotistical. Some may call me insane. But they usually fall for my mask. Maybe I could fall for it too. Maybe. I was in the park when I met a rather odd man by the name of Phil Coulson. Knowing I was underage and without a legal guardian, he offered me a job at a place called Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. Wow. They really need to shorten that name. Now I here I am, almost 2 years later, working alongside Agent Natasha Romanoff and Agent Clinton Barton. ~~~ Warnings: there will be language Steve definitely wouldn't approve of, violence, PTSD, and maybe some depression, Torture, and might get a little steamy, though I will put warnings at the beginning of the chapter, or a specific part if it contains torture, smut, or major depression. Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Everything belongs respectively to Rick Riordan and Stan Lee. (Pre-Avengers - Post-Age of Ultron)

[ONGOING] A god in confinement. A demigod as company. A cell. A promise. A lie. Love. One chance to save what matters to them most: each other. But, first, they must enter a game of delusion and clarity; divinity and mortality; of truth and lies.

Loki's in for it now. Odin has had enough and has banished him to Earth to relearn some lessons. Too bad he hadn't paid attention to where Loki ended up. Now Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, has to deal with memories that aren't his own while he gets his revenge on those who sought to use him as a weapon. Can Harry regain what he lost, or will his past self take control first?

"Who's Bucky?" Asking him that question sparks a memory. I asked him that before. We were fighting on that bridge. He called me Bucky when he saw my face for the first time and I remember feeling utterly lost because of it. "You are," he groans, hanging on by the skin of his teeth. He tries to lift his hand, but it falls back onto the mud as he still lacks strength. "I'm Bucky?" Again, the name stirs a sense of deep familiarity, but I have no idea what it means. Hydra never called me anything but soldier. "Yes, you're Bucky and I'm Steve. We're friends. Old friends - close friends." ********** Set at the ending of the movie the Winter Soldier. After Bucky drags Steve onto the shore and saves his life, Bucky wants to get away from it all. Steve has different plans though. Original story: Morgana & VigoDC Edited by VigoDC

Dr Stephen Strange never expected to fall for anyone again after Christine. and he NEVER expected to fall for the villain... Especially considering the villain was a variant of himself. Dark. Sinister. Pure evil. Rotten. No good. Villainous. ... but hot. and Stephen is like a moth drawn to the flame. But what happens when two variants of the same person have sex? Bad Awful Blasphemous Immoral Evil Sinister things.

A little smutty oneshot :) Find out what happens when our favourite god and our favourite agent are bored of reading countless files ... :)

"Choke me " Mobius panted, "Please"