Percy Jackson and The Avengers

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Percy POV

With an aching body and a pounding headache, I slowly walked to the kitchen. I opened the fridge then to the cabinets around me, looking for something to eat. Good thing they are stocked with fresh food and snacks. I grabbed an apple from a bowl of fruits and made myself a warm cocoa drink.

Looking at the coffee maker in front of me made me remember the first time I tried drinking coffee. It was my third day as an agent of SHIELD when someone offered me a cup of brown coffee. I skeptically drank the coffee then my whole world turned black. Clint and Natasha told me I became to hyper and berserk that caused two agents to be in the hospital and five injured. And let's just say that the day I first received my first cup of coffee is my last.

Shifting my gaze to the stove beside the coffee maker made me want to prepare breakfast for the team; as an apology for my episode yesterday. I grabbed the ingredients from the cabinets and from the fridge then started to cook. As I cook, I wait at least someone to come down from their rooms to the aromatic filled kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water as I waited for a few more minutes. As my patience running thin, I gave out a sigh and washed my glass then placed it back in the cabinet.

"Jarvis" I called out for the AI monotonously. "If the others are looking for me, please tell them that I will be at the training room."

"Yes, sir. Is that would be all, sir?" Jarvis asked as I walked towards to the stairs; also known as the fire exit.

"That would be all, Jarvis. Thank you." I said then walked down to the training room.

Each step I took, I remember why I hate using the elevators. It first started after the giant war, where Annabeth and I barely survived the doors of death. Yet, that time I could still use the elevators from time to time. But after the invasion happened, my improving success to empower my fear to the claustrophobic space of the elevator turned south and crushed into dust. It all worsen because of the curse that was casted on me and the night terrors I received every night.

My life turned south after that war then it worsened after the invasion. With the clomping sound from my footsteps, I barged inside of the training room and beelined to the dummies from the other end of the room.

I grabbed one of the spare swords from the weapon rack and practiced a few strokes and jabs. With its slight heavy weight, I first practiced the Roman way to the dummy in front of me. Later on, I practiced hand to hand combat to the dummy.

Feeling restrained and full of energy, I called out Jarvis to bring me something challenging to bring out my slumbering anger inside of me. With a affirmative respond from the AI, half a dozen robotic dummies flew out of its pod and surrounded me.

I asked who is using this kind of method to Jarvis, receiving a no one and the difficulty status of the robotic dummies made me shrugged it off and readied myself to fight.

With a smile on my face, I advance first to the closest robot on my right. One of the robots has a sword and swung for my head but I was able to avoid his attempt. I thrust my sword to its stomach but that didn't seemed to stop the robot. He continued to attack me but with a whole new level. After a robot shot a laser at me, I knew that the robots read my actions and predicted my possible moves.

Facing a new challenge and the change of difficulty made me smirk. I pounced at the nearest flying robot- the one with lasers and floating five feet off the ground- and decapitated it with a strong swing of my sword.

Its robotic head rolled meters away from me and its body dropped to the floor with a loud clank, as I jumped- with the help of a flying robot near me- and somersaulted to cushion my drop. Looking at the decapitated robot reminds me of the harsh training I did during the invasion happened.

The harsh training I did, scared mostly of the agents inside due to my violent actions and my bloodlust filled face. Even some of my mentors left me alone during training because of my violent reactions and my animalistic glares.

I remember the loneliness filled within me as I destroy the dummies in training. I almost destroyed all the swords in training as I channeled my anger to my training. Feeling alone again now made my blood boil for something that I can't understand.

I jabbed a robot- that was holding an axe- as my whole rage consumed me.

With a new found strength and red tinted vision, I attacked the robots. The deaths of my friends and family flashed back to me with every swing and slash. The deaths I can avoid to happen.

Phil's death.

Bianca's death

Zoe's death

Lee's death

Michael's death

Pollux's death

Castor's death

Leo's death

Piper's death

Hazel's death

Frank's death

Jason's death

What struck me the most is that my beautiful girlfriend.

Annabeth Chase is dead.

My wise girl is dead

She is gone forever.

With boiling hot rage, I blindly attack the robots and went ballistic.

(unedited)
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SMR here!

Hello again!

Sorry for the wait and the cringe worthy writing of mine.

Anyways, the poll for Clintasha and Brutasha is still on going!

Clintasha is leading by 3 votes!!

To keep you guys tracked:
Clintasha has 9 votes.
And
Brutasha has 6 votes.

To let everyone know that I have published a book with Percy having ice powers. It is entitled as 'Ice'. So far, it has two chapters and a prologue.

Please comment on whether it's Brains or Ice cause it really affects the whole story of Ice.

I also published a book that Percy and Annabeth are not demigods.

Question!!

I am thinking if I should publish a Teen Wolf and The Flash crossover book. Should I or should I not?

Oh, the book two of Percy Jackson and the Avengers is a GO! I'm just finalizing some details about it.
Just wait for questions about the book.

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