Percy Jackson and the Avengers

Percy

Disclaimer short and simple: I don't own any of the characters only the plot. 

Special thanks to: Rick Riordan and Stan Lee

Everyone on the Argo two has a stereotype they fit into. Frank and Hazel are angels, there shy but really kind. Leo puts on a smile and hides his obvious pain, but we all knew. The group would always take turns checking up on Leo because we all knew his tough childhood. Annabeth and Jason were the tough ones, always ready for a fight. I wouldn't really fit into the ready for fight group, I just wanted to save them all. 

Piper she was a different stereotype she was the talker, even though her charm speak never truly worked on me, she always loved to go around and talk to people about their lives. She would try to charm speak me into sharing secrets, but I've grown up since I was 12 around Aphrodite girls. The same charm speak every time, constantly would be "Percy be my boyfriend!" over and over. I don't know what they see in me. I'm as dumb as any jock guy would be.

But there's more to me that meets the eye. If you were told the "great" story's of my heroics by the campfire back at camp you would just see me as a loyal "Hero" but trust me, I'm a lot more then that. 

I been holding on to this crap for so long, its hard to admit it. I know I'm supposed to write things to maybe be able to move on but I'm planning on burning this page before anyone see's it. I truly don't want anyone to worry, I'm fine! I just have unwashed trauma. 

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When I was a young kid around two my mom married a guy I nicknamed Smelly Gabe. Cause let me tell you right now, Gabe smelled so bad I had the urge to throw up when ever I was around him. But his smell wasn't the only problem. He was nice the first day I met him, great guy with an attitude problem but I thought if mom was marring him he had to be special. I was right, special in the way of abuse. Okay, abuse is a strong word. Gabe could have been worse, I was just a bad kid. I deserved it. 

-----NOT JOKING THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS GETTING BAD, TRIGGER WARNING!---------

It started about a month after my mom married him, he would throw beer bottles at me. Sometimes he would burn my skin just to see how purple he could make it look. One time he tied me to his bed, I won't explain what sick things he did in that awful forsaken place but, I was a kid putting him under a lot of stress. 

I never told my mom, I promised I wouldn't and I mean its not like she would notice any ways. She was always working trying to support me, so when I saw her it was usually late at night. 

During school days I got really good at hiding the pains I had. If I had a sprained ankle you wouldn't notice because I wouldn't limp. I would walk on it like a champ! Have a cut, wear a sweatshirt or I would steal foundation from my mom's room. 

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The physical abuse wasn't that bad, but the mental was the hardest. Gabe would simply just point out what was already facts. For example, "Your dumb" or "No one loves you" and eventually I just saw that he was right. That's when it got dark, I started cutting myself at the age of 6. I wanted to punish myself, every F, every school I had to switch out of, every comment Gabe made I would add a mark. 

It would be tiny marks, on my wrists or thighs. I would put on a smile for the entire school acting as a troubled kid who caused chaos for fun. Until I met Grover, I stopped cutting myself just to prove that I could be strong and not some weak kid Gabe wanted me to be. But then Chiron gave up on me, like everyone else. Knowing I didn't belong at Yancy either.

After that I cut myself for every mistake I made being a half-blood. When I was claimed, and realized I was a mistake. When Luke felt the need to betray the gods. Every time a funeral was held for one of my fallen friends I could have saved. I just kept cutting, it had gotten worse with time.