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"Annabeth!"
His voice echoed throughout her head.
"Percy?" She called, hoping for an answer. Her face was tear stained and she still felt them rolling down her cheeks.
He appeared in front of her, and she sobbed in relief to see that he was alive.
"Why?" He asked quietly.
"What?"
"Why did you let me die, why did you let half the camp die? What about Jason, and Hazel? How do you live with the guilt of knowing that you could have prevented their deaths too?" His somber face turned into a sneer.
"You're too selfish for your own good, Athena spawn."
Annabeth stood stunned as her Seaweed Brain disappeared into darkness.
"..P-Percy?" She cried. "Percy, I'm sorry. Percy, come back, I need you. I love you."
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Percy Jackson was dead. No, it wasn't a monster, a god, or primordial. It wasn't any mere mortal. It most certainly wasn't a demigod, but one thing was certain.
He was gone.
Reduced to ash, as was most of the camp, the gods, and Annabeth's mortal family.
Annabeth was raising two infants alone, along with her adorable sister-in-law, Estelle Blofis, who sometimes came over if she wasn't with Sally.
Ever since the day of the tragedy, nobody was the same. Could they ever recover?
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Tony Stark couldn't believe it. Almost a month had passed and he still wasn't over Peter's death.
Of course, he was happy to be home, with his fiancée and friends, but the kid's disappearance had struck him, hard.
Even worse, his distant relatives, the Chases, had Vanished as well. Frederick had been close with Tony, even though they hadn't talked or agreed much. His daughter, Annabeth Chase, was nowhere to be seen, leaving Tony thinking the worst.
His life used to be simple: Party, party, and, well, party. Aside from work, meetings, and being Iron Man, of course. Nothing would ever be the same after Thanos.
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