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*throws self onto ground and sobs* I'M SO SORRY! ITS BEEN 2 YEARS! I AM SO HORRIBLE! SO SORRY! AND THIS ISNT EVEN A NEW CHAPTER FOR THE STORIES I STARTED! I'M SO SORRY! My motivation abandoned me in 2013 and returned 3 days ago, and my muse refuses to whip something up for my other practically abandoned stories. So to try to at least get myself into the work mode, I've slapped some words and sentences onto a document and spat out drabbles that had begun to brew in my mind. I don't know what I'm going to do for the other stories, but I will be trying to update a drabble thing every few weeks! At the least once a month! Promise! And I will tell you guys if I think I might have to leave for longer than that, prior to to the break! Once again, so sorry! And thank you to those who have kept with me!

"He's just a kid." The man in red and blue said in a disbelieving tone, his voice barely loud enough to be heard under the pouring rain.

"He's what—eighteen years old? According to Fury, he's legally an adult, Cap." shrugged the—automaton? Robot?

There were several people in front of him, but he couldn't see them as clearly as he should've been able, dimly realizing that this wasn't a good sign. The black tingeing his eyesight wasn't helping either.

He tried to stand up, hands gripping the cold brick wall at his back when his legs gave a shudder. He dropped down to a knee, panting with exertion and pain from the wounds that marred his body. Percy looked down at his soaked body, foggily registering worry at his inability to keep himself dry anymore.

Concerned voices came from the strange people and a few of them stepped forward to help when Percy let out a warning rumble from deep in his throat. When the man in blue—or was he just seeing things now? —He couldn't tell—continued towards him with his hands stretched out, all Percy could think was that he was a stranger and unidentified people usually meant monsters.

Before Captain America could try to touch the teenager, he found himself at sword point, the tip of a bronze sword digging into the skin under his chin. Steve would have been impressed had he not been in danger of actual death, at the way the boy effectively had him immobilized with just the one hand by lifting his head ever so slightly with the blade—a silent warning that prevented him from even being able to look at the boys face properly, nevertheless attack him.

Immediately, the other avengers closed in around Steve and the boy, before Percy grunted, "Move another inch and your friend becomes a headless Ken doll."

The avengers didn't dare move, though they quietly began contemplating ways to disarm and subdue the kid without harming Steve.

Percy noticed one of them—a guy with a spider on his chest, flexing his hand just a little, but slowly stood to face the hero he was threatening without paying the spider-dude much attention.

Percy exhaled deeply and closed his eyes before he flicked his wrist.

The avengers jerked in alarm before mixed feelings of relief and confusion cascaded over them as they watched Riptide harmlessly slice through the heavy rain before being capped once again.

"What—why would you do that?" the Captain spoke with wary relief tinting his voice.

Percy noticed a few of the man's teammates swallowing in relief and the terror of thinking that they had nearly witnessed their friend's death without being able to do a thing about it. Guilt and sadness washed over him anew as he was reminded of his own friends and their deaths. He realized that these people—no matter why they were after him—must be good people if they genuinely cared for their teammate like that.

"Sorry." Percy wheezed, all strength draining out of him with the adrenaline.

Agent Romanoff and Hawkeye exchanged uneasy and confused looks as Tony asked, incredulously, "Did you just apologize?"

"I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."

Captain frowned, "It's not really your fault, actually."

Percy cracked a small smile, "Are you defending me from nearly decapitating you?"

"But you didn't." Clint looked at him as if trying to interpret any ulterior moves behind his apology.

"In fact you didn't even scratch him." Peter Parker warily relaxed his hands.

Percy leaned against the wall again, looking as if he might collapse at any moment, "I apologized because even though I didn't actually send him to Hades, I still made you go through that. That feeling."

There was a moment of bewildered silence before Banner spoke up.

"Are you saying that you feel bad for making the rest of us go through the feeling of hopelessness and grief that moment we weren't sure if he had lived? No matter if he hadn't actually been taken down?"

Percy laughed a little before letting his legs give out, "Yeah, guess it's something like that."

Thor moved forward to pick the teenager up, when Agent Romanoff pressed on, "Why would you feel bad for something like that? To the point of apologizing to your potential enemy?"

Percy let himself be lifted up by the Norse god of Thunder murmuring a reply so weak that the avengers had to lean in to hear him.

"Because I hate that feeling."

And the 7 other heroes guess that it might have been starting at that moment that the iron walls they had built up over the years around their hearts began to crumble away within the first couple of minutes they had met him.

Uh, so here is the first drabble thing. Its a beginning to a cross over with PJO and Marvel. Uhm, the next chapters and stuff will also be similar drabbles though not all will be a crossover like such. Also, if you guys liked it and want some more, please review with a request and some ideas i can work with! Thanks and I hope you enjoyed!