We're Not Dead Yet (Split Souls part 2)

We're Not Dead Yet (Split Souls part 2)

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Part 2 in the Split Souls series. Check out part 1, Before I Die, first! With the new prophecy issued, the Avengers, demigods and gods have another trial on their hands, and it isn't just getting along. "The future reveals of a god reborn, The falsely accused is not to scorn; A mad foe schemes of a dark crusade, Vacant heart when the price is paid; The Fates entwine as our worlds align, All prepare for a new design; For if all are to stand alone, Carve upon the resting stone; Far beyond the gift of dreams, The end is not where it seems." ~~~~~~ Current word count is 81,107 as of chapter 33 ~~~~~~ Rights to Marvel and Rick Riordan Cover by @ShipCanons Only the plot is mine
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Book 2 They didn't ask. They ordered. And when the gods of Olympus give an order, you don't get to say no. "Bless Percy Jackson. He must be sent back in time... to fight as James Buchanan Barnes." I stood there, jaw tight, as the gods raised their hands. Even Chaos - the thing older than time itself - joined in. Some blessed me with hate burning in their eyes. Others with guilt. It didn't matter. Their power tore through me anyway. I felt it - my skin splitting, my bones burning, something ancient carving itself into my blood. I was being remade. Weaponized. Again. One thought clawed its way through the pain: Let him recognize me. Please. Let Steve still see me. The world broke apart. Brooklyn. 1943. The stink of oil and metal in the air. A heavy jacket clinging to my frame. Dog tags slapping against my chest with every step. I didn't remember hitting the ground. I was just here. And I was already running - down cracked sidewalks, around a corner - toward the sounds of a fight. There he was. Small. Scrappy. All heart. Steve Rogers, swinging fists against a man twice his size - and losing badly. Before I even thought about it, I was in the alley, throwing myself into the fight. Into the fire. The gods wanted a weapon? Fine. I'd give them one. But they would never own me. Not again. Disclaimer:I DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON, OR THE AVENGER/ MARVEL MOVIES THEY BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN AND MARVEL IF I WERE ONE OF THEM I WOULDN'T BE WRITING ON WATTPAD only one so don't yell at me 😊

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