Frozen Sea || Poki {On Hold}

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.

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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)