Just so you all know... This chapter was quite quickly written.

Thanks a lot for the astonishing welcome you made to this story, I wondered for days why it suddenly became so popular when the first one was in a bit more troubles. Well, I guess it's a new take upon the AvengersxPJO crossover.

I hope you'll like this second part and don't find it too far from the first one! (Even if it will be shorter...)

« So here is the plan :

Nico, I want you to check on any living creature in the area, then make the transportation in and out.

Rachel, you go in, retrieve the Oracle, and we get it back.

12, you help her. If she must carry it, you do it with her.

I'm stuck outside because it's highly possible for Hecate to find who goes through a magic barrier. I watch from afar, and I ready some automatons for plan C.

The three of you have earpieces, so we can communicate. I'll try to make ice beings create his mayhem.

The goal of this operation is here.", said Percy as he pointed on the map at rose dot, "and it's close to the hill, so it will make things easier. They don't have agreed yet on the new state of the camp, and it will take them around three days. After them, the whole operation would get too complex. If we get the spirit now, there is a chance it won't be noticed, or taken as the spirit faded with its master. Questions?"

"When did you get so great at making plans?", asked Nico.

"'I've always been."

"No, you've not."

"He inherited that from Athena.", answered 12.

"What do we do if the spirit has moved?"

"it hasn't. I got a domain over prophecy, okay? I know enough about this operation to know where the spirit is. Everything else is blurry, but the spirit wants to be found. It wants another bearer."

"And who would that be?", asked Rachel.

"You have my blessing to take the spirit of Delphi as your, to bear it, may you need it."

"Isn't it cursed? The mummy, I mean.", asked Nico.

"It is, by your father, Nico. But the curse has ended as soon as he took Olympus to restore it."

"So no risk for me?"

"There is always a risk while taking a spirit as powerful as this one. But I made sure it would be minimal."

"How so?"

"He likes you."

"Oh.", said Rachel, stealing for once Percy's favorite answer.

"Likes her, as in, likes her?", asked Nico.

Rachel sweat-dropped. She didn't want a spirit to love her!

"I… don't know? Really, the spirit has some very complex thoughts, it's really hard to understand her."

"Her?", asked Nico.

"That isn't clear too, by the way. But the spirit always speaks with a feminine voice, so I thought…"

"Okay, that is a spirit. What genders are spirit", asked Nico.

"ANYWAY, we gotta get him/her/it back, okay?"

"Yeah. Don't you have any idea what this new threat will be?", asked Rachel.

"Absolutely none."

An automaton numbered 11 then appeared with a screen in his hand.

"My lord…"

"Already told you to not call me that."

"Our reports show that Tony Stark has ended the development of the Jericho missile."

"Oh."

"The demonstration will be done in eleven months in this region of the world."

"Okay. Well, you two! We have to bring back the Oracle as quick as possible, then we will focus on Stark."

"What's with this mortal anyway?", asked Nico, before finishing to Rachel: "no offense"

"None taken."

"This mortal is the beginning of an end. Most myths are currently disappearing. With the events of last summer, the balance of magic is changing. The deities' food chain is changing, power will change hands. Mortals are becoming more and more powerful.

Today, there is not much gifted humans, but with their technology, that is about to change. We have to prepare them to what is about to come.", answered Percy with a strong seriousness.

They made it to the attic.

"Percy, you receive me? I have the oracle." informed Rachel.

"Good. Now, you should shadow-travel. If I'm right, even Hades shouldn't be able to see you in the process. Nico, how far can you go with a mummy, an automatton and a mortal?"

"Probably about to Manhattan…"

"Good, the meet me up-hill by shadow-travelling there. I have a vehicle ready."

No questions were asked. Just a world of darkness, and a sickening impression that you were stripped of your soul, and then a loud "POP!", as both friends went out of the shadow.

Percy was here. Of course.

So was a weird looking plane. Its wings were so that you couldn't really tell where they stopped. Instead, it was probably more accurate to consider the whole thing as a flying wing.

You could see on each side a propeller. And the back of the plane was letting an access to the cockpit.

"Welcome, to the mortals' greater invention yet: the Queenjet!"

"Everybody will notice us.", said a deadpanned Rachel.

"That's where the magic is. This baby can turn invisible!"

"Ok, who are you and what have you done to Percy?", asked Nico.

Wrong question.

Very wrong question.

The silence took root in the conversation, as the awkwardness began to grow.

Percy wasn't the same anymore. This point was clear, of course.

Finally, after what seemed hours, the troop entered the plane, and the new godling just said.

"I don't know who I am, Nico… And I did kill almost every friend of Percy."

If that had to kill the almighty lord silence, it didn't. This sentence was said in a sentence… in a way that would have made everybody uncomfortable. In a pained way, that now word in our languages can truly explain…

It was like he said the most obvious thing, altogether as saying the worst lie…

It was like he said what everybody knows, and what everybody holds secret.

Only one being was spared by the rush of conflicted emotions, and that was 12.

"So, we have the oracle. What do we do next?"

"We get a prophecy.", said gloomily Percy.

Flying a queenjet was a new experience to him… but to be perfectly honest, it was for the best. With no Zeus to blast you out of the sky, Percy could finally, finally fly on his own. It was what had always made him angry: he was trying to save the world, dammit. Why don't let him access the sky to do so.

Even while he greatly appreciated the instinctive knowledge he inherited from Hephaistos and Athena over how to fly this invisible plane, Percy had at one point to activate the autopilot.

"So. We have to make a list of the mortals that will end up with enough power to counter the dangers that I foresee. For now, we only have Tony Stark."

Both of his champions, both of his friends nodded, as he turned his seat around.

"Nico, I want you to stay in his shadow, both metaphorically, and if necessary, literally. Something is going to happen in short notice. I also want you to know where this plane come from.

Mortals have this society called '' the SHIELD ''."

A screen appeared out of thin air in his hands. And an eagle appeared on it. A weird looking eagle, sure, but you can recognize it. It was the SHIELD's logo. Isn't it weird that a society that is still so secret that 99% of this world doesn't know about it have a so good-looking logo? No, I mean; really?

"This society is the closest to find about gods, and seriously they could maybe… take one on?"

Maybe he shouldn't have done that. Now they were both broken. Hell, at least 12 was reparable! And that was the only one that didn't care!

"They can take on a god?", asked Nico, surprised.

"Yeah… A minor one, sure… but they have enough weaponry to be on toe to toe with one."

"And then?", asked Rachel.

"What, and then?"

"The fight has to stop at one moment… Who would win?"

"Nobody. SHIELD would suffer great loss, but in the end, they wouldn't be able to destroy the god… Maybe make it respawn with a nuke… But then they could go back in hiding, and let me tell you, they are good at it."

"Oh.", said Rachel.

"Indeed."

"So that plane was made by them?", asked 12.

"yes. You should try to create a database on how to fly it, because I'm pretty sure we won't find any instructions on Internet.", answered Percy.

"Yes, lord."

"And don't call me lord!"

"Yes, lord Perseus."

The plane then engaged the decent over the lake, where Mist began to gather, and hide the platform that had the queenjet landed on.

Walls erupted around the platform as the engines stopped, and soon they were indoors.

Then, pistons brought the platform back under water.

"Since when…", began Nico.

"Do I have this? Thirty minutes, I would say… 4 is on the expansion of the base, and let me tell you… he is gifted at this! Well, he is gifted by me, but…"

The platform then stopped descending, and a door opened. Nico was sure that this corridor wasn't there when he left for his mission. Nevertheless, it looked like the rest of the base, if you don't count the multi-limbed sphere that had 4 written on, and that was currently putting slabs on the floor.

The sphere didn't' turn to its creator, instead kept on working. Soon, some of its limbs just detached, and assembled on the floor to look like a frame of a sphere. Then, with slow pulses, they began to roll away.

They left the room before Nico could notice the frame come back with some wiring to connect the corridor to the main frame of the base (unit number 2).

"So, you do have a thing with robots?", asked Rachel.

"I have absorbed some gods and goddess's domains. That means their urges to use their domains too."

"Like what?", asked Nico.

"Building robots, obviously, but planning, hunting and shooting arrows too."

"You absorbed Artemis too?"

"I guess. Or Apollo. Or both… I would settle on both."

They left the mummy in a room, where it was placed by 2 under protections.

"Well, Nico, time for you to leave, if you're okay with that. Just come back in the week ends, you know…"

Nico was about to argue, but the silver glance he earned from the newly immortal was enough to suddenly make him realize how much he indeed wanted to do that.

Nico merged with shadows and left.

As soon as Percy knew he was out of sight (seeing everything from the sun), he spoke.

"I will resurrect Annabeth."

Rachel gasped. It was why Percy had sent Nico alone, it was because…

"You know Nico, as I do, now. He won't appreciate this. He couldn't bring his sister back, so why should I be able to bring Annabeth back, you wonder?"

"No."

It was Percy's turn to gasp.

"You guys are a thing, it's obvious. I mean, she did take a knife for you, if I remember, right?"

"Yeah… One other of my remorses…"

"And you will try to do an Orpheus. With the sun by your side, with the music and the ghost king but your sides, you think eventually you will be able to do your perfect rescue mission…"

"Yes."

"Well, then, I guess, you'll need your Oracle to be alive."

"I can't ask you to do this, Rachel… You know it's dangerous… Even if I do try to protect you in any way I can the risks are still high... The best course of action would of course be to..."

"Is it Athena or is it Percy talking?"

Percy deadpanned. And slowly, he locked his eyes with hers.

"Both", answered Percy's voice as well as another.

That definitively send some shivers in Rachel's spine. She quickly deducted that the other voice was Athena's.

"You have to understand", added Percy in his normal voice. "When you incorporate somebody's essence, even if it is while he is fading, you don't just inherit their powers. You inherit everything."

"But then, what with Pan?"

"Pan was a mere memory. The essence he implanted in all of us was divided. It is not in any way enough to manifest. You will found eventually yourself with some ideas, some memories that you can't exactly place as yours. That is all. His secrets are still locked. You just inherited from what the world, and by that, I mean the few satyrs, remembered of him."

"So, in theory…"

"In theory, Pan just placed you as an easier host for the spirit of Delphi. Nobody is able to make sure that you'll stay compatible, but he augmented the chances slightly. Maybe."

That was enough to her. She had to at least try.

"You said so yourself: the world is changing. I have to change along it."

"You want to be in the conflict while hosting the spirit?"

"Yeah."

"That is very bold. Okay, you have my blessing to try."

Rachel closed her fist as a sign of victory.

Then the world became brighter, clearer.

She wasn't in this room, she was everywhere at once.

He was in the oceans, she was in the sky, she was on the land. She was protected with pure power, and able to adapt. She could feel it in her non-existent bones.

She was, maybe for the first time of her life, alive.

Then a voice made her go back to her body.

"Well, I can choose some champions, now. Good."

"You…"

"I blessed you."

"What?..."

"I think all my components will son merge. What you experienced was an indication of my futures domains. So, what... what happened?"

Rachel took the time to think about it. She was… Wow. Are there any words? One came on top of her mind, but it seemed rather small in front of everything.

"Alive. I was alive."

"You still are, right?"

"Yes sure, but not… not at that level… I was… connected, to everything, to everywhere…"

"Oh."

Then Percy made a weird face, and laughed.

"Please tell me you're not going to tell me I will become the mighty lord of drugs…"

"What? No!"

"Yeah, I guessed too that that would be the heir of Dionysus. And I am sober!"

They both laughed at that, even if it wasn't that funny. But there is this thing; sometimes, it either laugh or break.

And Rachel was far from breaking.

Then she just left to join the mummy.

A cloud of poisonous green just entered her mind.

"I am the spirit of Delphi, servant of Apollo, mighty bane of…"

The spirit looked down… And the gas stopped turning around Rachel.

"The world is changing, Rachel Elisabeth Dare. And it appears that we have to change along it."

"Indeed, Oracle, indeed.", said Rachel with a new wisdom.

"I see that you have the full blessing of my new master… That should do it. Do you agree with the price about to come?"

"What is the price for knowing the future?"

"The heaviest to carry of them all. The worst curse, given from gods to mortals way too many times. The inability to change Fate."

"What?"

"You can fight. You can stir. You can think yourself victorious. But nobody, not even our master, can defy Fate."

"Nobody?"

"Nobody."

"Then I accept. I will fight, but accept that eventually, everything will go along the plan of Ananke."

"Very well. You should tell our master to reunite the sources of Prophecies, by the way. We will need every help we can get."

"Okay."

"Good, child, no return to reality."

The mist dissipated. A low thunder was heard all over the world, and quite immediately forgotten by the mortals.

Olympus

But not by Hades. Nor Hestia.

"Brother", said the goddess of the Hearth, in a warning tone.

"He put a new Oracle in the game.", said the lord of the Underground.

"You still don't know if his intentions are to attack us, or not."

"Call a council of the councils, sister. We will not do our familly's errors by neglecting what the others have to say about this."

Hestia sighed. At least the Hearth was still there. The mount didn't fall. Yet.

She pressed a rainbow in a temple still in construction.

Iris stepped out of it.

"Do you want anything?", asked the goddess.

Hestia sighed, and looked at her.

"Summon a council, please."

Iris smiled at the "please", and left to do her task.

Soon, the entire council was here.

Sure, the city was still under reconstruction, but the throne room was nearly finished. The gods all had their seat, grouped by class.

Nature, Emotions, Order, and finally the others.

The Nature class was filled by rivers, from Styx to Hudson. It contained also the council of the Satyrs.

Emotion was filled by the Muses, even if Polymnia (rhetoric) was against this denomination. Nike was also here, and that earned this council the name of the most badly named council.

Order was filled by deities that controlled the Nature, even if they are not the personification of their elements. The entire house of the winds entered this category.

The others were gods so important that it was unbelievable to put them in a group with the others. Both kin of Kronos, and of course the goddess of magic were in this category.

"Goddesses, gods. It came to our intention that Percy Jackson had changed the host of Delphi's Oracle. By doing so, he just took control of one of our finest source of prophecies. What should we do? This is a vote for declaring war upon the killer of Kronos."

For the two next hours, gods and goddesses, minors or not alike, came forward, on the newly built stage to discuss, comprehend, ask, wonder, theorize, convince, be a complete fool etcetera.

Little by little, every god had made up their mind, placing in a magic box one of the two stones given to them.

The white one was to accord the proposition. The other one was to counter it.

That means, that if the black stones win, a new proposition is to be given by the council that gave the most amount of dark rock by people present.

Therefore, the Nature class was more able to put a re-proposition, and the others to reformulate it.

But, as there was already a proposition made by the others in this case, the council would not be able to make another. Not in this subject.

Sure, the system was flawed. But it was a complete new start.

Something entirely new, still adapting.

The vote ended.

Good.

Let's see the results.

Percy Jackson was losing fans, apparently. The vote was still for a non-aggression, but always closer to a stalemate, and ever closer to a war.

Good.

In only 5 weeks, Jackson had managed to come from a fugitive to a potential enemy.

At first, gods only wanted to hear his side of the story, arguing that anyone in his situation would go into hiding, to grieve. To protect themselves.

At first, the council of councils was just eager to find the son of the sea god.

Now?

I already said it. We're getting to war. Slowly, but surely.

One of the others matters that nobody wanted to talk about was what to do with camp.

Not both of them, as the roman one was largely able to survive alone, without any action of the gods, Lupa just kept an eye for the council over it.

The Greek one, however…

It had been emptied. Emptied to a point where there was only Chiron and two children.

The vote had been repelled to further notice because of the way things are…

Olympus needs an engineer. Or an architect. Or both.

Perseus' team

Rachel was having a nice time.

Turns out Delphi was a nice guy. And a damn player of monopoly.

No, really. With him at his side, she just won her third game in a row, against 12 and 11.

11 was looking a bit like his younger brother, but his eyes were completely different. Instead of the glowing psi in it, the symbol was a pi. His face was built in fake skin, making him look more like a human. And he shapeshifted.

Well, how to say that? Details in his face, its structure, and everything, kept moving. His eyes could change colors, and sometimes the glow of the Pi was so low it was hard to see it.

It also seemed that his limbs could elongate for about 50cm (20 inches).

Heck, eve the color of his skin and his hair could change as well!

Rachel was currently waiting for Percy to come up with a plan to fuze all the sources of prophecy together. First, that meant bringing back the forest of Rea.

From what Percy told her, if he had any power of Artemis, he could maybe, with Pan's blessing, grow it back. Apollo's power could allow to make it have its power back together. Of course, this was all theoretical.

But still.

It was their best shot.

Nico never hated more to be sent on a mission.

Seriously, this mortal, this "Tony Stark" had a serious problem with alcohol, social relations, women, work, money, time, space, friendship, respect, engineering (his tests being quite… rash. Seriously, if his math was off, he would have been dead by now at least 5 times!), subordinates, insubordinations and the list goes on.

From what Nico had seen, however, the man knew how to roll a dice. The best theory yet to explain that was muscle memory.

Thousands if not millions of try to build an instinctive comprehension regarding where the cube would stop.

Nico had stood in shadows for gods know how long, now (that may or may not include Perseus… Is it lord Perseus, now?), and he was itching to come back to light.

He was pretty sure that he was with the worst mission.

He was bored.

He was tired.

He wanted to go ho… back to the base.

He was sure to have got the worst mission.

Out of the group made by the three old friends, Rachel knew her mission was the worst.

She was now travelling all around the world, to reference for further notice possible future threats. Might be fun, right?

Wrong.

Oh, gods, so wrong.

Because she had to listen to every conspiration that came out of the boring life that some people seemed to have. Very boring life indeed.

And don't get her started about internet, really.

God damnit! We're in 2009, already! Don't come back on every scientifical advancement these last hundreds of years had only to say that they don't exist!

Well… Greek mythology doesn't count, okay!

Nor does any other one that might or might not exist!

Of course, there were some things that made Delphi react. There was that time, where a homeless was chating with her (under journalist disguise), and suddently, Delphi asked:

"Come, seeker, and ask."

The green mist might have frightened the man, but some parts of him at least understood what he was supposed to do: ask the future.

"What is going to happen to me?"

"A big apple shall fall from the tree.

A giant shall be find by thee.

To start a farm you will,

And ensure that the fates fulfill their will.

Bring the man fallen from up clothes.

There won't be anything more shows.

If not the world is ended."

The mist disappeared, and Rachel coughed violently.

"Excuse me, I don't know what came to me…"

"It's alright, lass. But I still don't know how you do that!"

12.

A mere number.

A mere automaton.