Chaos The Creator

Chapter Twenty Two

Percy's (Chaos) POV 🐟🐟🐟

I made blue breakfast and put it on the table. The Avengers started coming in soon after.

Tony came in. "Is that food that I smell?"

I rolled my eyes. "No," I said sarcastically. "I makes you bricks for breakfast. Of course it's food, Tony!"

"Okay, okay, I get it," Tony mumbled, sitting down. "I feel like I'm forgetting something, though. . ."

I glanced at him. "Like what?"

"I don't know," Tony said. He started eating.

A little bit later, Bruce came in, and sat down. He started eating as well.

Natasha arrived.

Steve returned from his run.

Loki came downstairs.

I started eating.

"I feel like I'm forgetting something," Bruce muttered.

"You feel that too?!" Tony exclaimed.

"You mean you feel that way too?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah! I've been feeling like that since I woke up! Maybe even before!"

"Like in your dreams?"

"Exactly!"

"I feel like that too," Steve put in.

"No—"

"Language!"

"—way!"

"Where's Clint?" Natasha asked.

There was a silence.

"Oh, he's still in the vents." I said absentmindedly, gesturing to the vent, where Clint was sitting, glaring at me.

"So he was there all day yesterday and all of last night?" Tony asked. "What did he ever do to you?"

"Nothing," I said. The vent opened magically and Clint got out.

There was a moment of silence.

"I feel like I'm forgetting something," Bruce muttered.

"You feel that too?!" Tony exclaimed.

"You mean you feel that way too?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah! I've been feeling like that since I woke up! Maybe even before!"

"Like in your dreams?"

"Exactly!"

"I feel like that too," Steve put in.

"No—"

"Language!"

"—way!"

Why are we just repeating what we said earlier? I wondered.

"Where's Wanda?" Natasha asked.

As if on cue, the door slammed open. "I'm right here." Everyone turned to see Wanda dripping head to toe in paint.

Then they all turned to me.

"Sorry," I apologized, looking down in shame. "I should've came up with something more creative. . ."

Wanda sighed in annoyance. "Can you please just get all this paint off of me?"

"Okay. . ." I gave in, and the paint disappeared.