POV: Percy
He walked back into the tall building in the middle of New York City. He swallowed hard as he looked around the grand lobby. When it had first been built Annabeth had gone on and on about how it was such a shame that one of the greatest architectural marvels in the city was such an eyesore. He and Steve approached the elevator. Percy started to hyperventilate. Visions of Tartarus and fighting through his hordes to get to the Doors of Death began to flash across his mind.
"Hey, kid. You ok?" Percy swallowed heavily.
"Umm. Yeah. I just don't like elevators." He muttered. Steve looked at him worriedly but Percy forced a wane smile and stepped over the threshold. He gripped the handrail so tightly his knuckles turned white. The elevator music sounded sinister, and Percy heard echoes of the rattling howls and screeches he and Annabeth had heard as they'd held the doors shut. His chest tightened and his breathing became even heavier. Then with a sudden ding the doors opened. Percy stumbled out of the elevator as quickly as he could manage with his shaking knees.
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Percy Jackson and the Avengers
FanfictionAnnabeth is gone and Percy's world stopped. Fury finds a strangely thin file on a certain demigod/suspected terrorist. Avengers Assemble. Prophecies are spoken. Post Giants War, Pre Winter Soldier My story; other people's characters. All pjo/hoo a...
