Haven't done this in a while, so…woops. Got distracted.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or Avengers.
*Stark Tower, half an hour later*
Jason POV
It turned out that schwarma as the after battle dinner plan, not pizza like at Camp.
Nervously poking the strange food, he asked "What is this?"
Tony looked over, his face stuffed with the food. "It's schwarma. You never had schwarma before?"
Jason shook his head and said "no, and I don't plan on it."
Pushing his plate away, he turned to the ceiling, and feeling ridiculous, asked "Jarvis, what time is it?"
Not surprisingly, the building answered back "The time is 4:13 pm Mister Grace."
4:13… 4:13…Pluto!
Jumping from his chair, he said "I'll be right back!"
Running from the meeting room, he ducked into the hallway and nearly crashed into someone. Using his battle-honed demigod reflexes, he grabbed the doorknob and swung around, saving himself from the ground. He even managed to catch the person he crashed into.
It was a woman, with red hair tied back in a tight bun and wearing business clothes, a stack of papers clutched to her chest that were now scattered on the ground.
She brushed invisible dust from her skirt, knelt down to pick up the papers and said "Sorry about that. Thanks."
Jason nodded and sprinted past her, ducking into another room.
Taking a drachma and a squirt bottle form his pocket, he said "Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow. Show me Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, Camp Jupiter."
The rainbow from the squirt bottle shimmered brightly before Reyna's face came into view.
"Jason." She said, nodding a greeting. Jason nodded back and asked "how's the search going?"
Reyna seemed to brighten a bit, though her expression didn't shift and inch.
"We have consulted the Oracle and she had a vision. It appears that he's in California, though she can't pinpoint where in California."
Jason felt his hopes rising.
"Well, California is less search area then the entire US." Jason pointed out.
Reyna nodded and said "Our searches parties have been called back to scour California inch by inch. We will find him."
Jason nodded and said "hopefully before Tartarus can rise. We'll need all the help we can get."
Reyna sighed, as if the prospect of another battle weighed heavily on her shoulders. She hated showing weakness, but she was always a little more relaxed around Jason. If only by half an inch.
"I have to get back." He said. Reyna looked up at him and said "If you see Nico De Angelo, tell him to come to the Roman camp. Hazel says she has something important to tell him, and can't reach him through Iris messaging."
Jason nodded and waved a hand through the rainbow. It fell into tiny droplets on the floor, and Jason headed back to the meeting room.
Everyone watched him enter and sit down.
"So, who's the chick?" Tony asked.
Jason blinked in surprise and demanded "What? Were you listening to my conversation?"
Tony shrugged and said "my building."
Steve ignored Tony and asked "Who's missing? What's going on? Who was that girl?"
Jason glared pointedly at Tony and said "That's my friend Reyna. She runs the Roman camp with Frank Zhang, another friend of mine. We're looking for my cousin, Percy Jackson son of Poseidon."
Tony sat up straighter and asked "So, your cousin's missing. What does it matter?"
Jason glared at him and said "First, he's family. Romans always look out for each other. Second, he runs the Greek camp, and third, he has the power to probably wipe out half of New York. He's most likely captured by Tartarus or someone working with him."
Crossing his arms, he asked "Are you happy now?"
Tony nodded and said "Very. Now, onto more important matters."
He pointed his fork at Jason and said "You will tell us about these gods, or you will suffer the wrath of Tony Stark."
Jason scowled and said "I'm telling you nothing about the gods."
Bruce frowned and asked "And why not?"
Jason glared at Bruce and said "You're mortals. That's reason enough."
Tony stood up and said "Listen kid, just because you're some high and mighty son of Zeus doesn't mean that you're any better then us. You're cousin Perky is the same way. Just like you, some stuck up, no good son of a god that thinks the world revolves around him. I don't see why Fury thinks we need you. We mortals can figure things out for ourselves."
"Tony." Bruce started, but was interrupted by the sound of thunder booming right outside the window.
Jason couldn't think anymore. His mind was awash, his eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at Tony Stark.
"Don't talk about Percy. He's worth ten of you." He said in a low voice, and thunder boomed again.
"Calm yourself young Grace. Friend Stark often has no control on his tongue, and lets his insults strike close to home." Thor tried to reason, placing a hand on Jason's shoulder.
Bruce stepped over to Tony and said "I suggest keeping you insults to yourself for once. Jason might blow his cap."
Tony was still standing, facing Jason and didn't listen.
"Who is this Percy Jackson anyway? Bet he's some little twit like you, nose in the air." Tony said.
The windows exploded in a cloud of dust and glass specks. Shards rained down on Stark, cutting shallow marks in Tony's arms.
Jason was shaking with anger, his wind whirling faster then the winds. His handle on his powers and his anger was slipping, and he struggled to calm himself. He had never lost his control like this before, not since the Giant War. Stark was saying all the wrong stuff, and Jason was ready to get his sword out and break something.
Taking a deep breath, he slowed the winds and unclenched his fists. Tony Stark was watching him, waiting for him to blow. He wouldn't give the man the satisfaction.
Suddenly, the shadows in the corner twisted and stretched, making everyone jump back. Nico de Angelo was thrust from the shadows, nursing a broken arm close to his chest. Cuts marked his face, a trickle of blood escaping from his fist.
He turned to Jason and said "They found him. Percy's on Alcatraz. And he's dying!"
Jason leapt from his chair, his anger forgotten.
"Steve, get the jet and power up. Bruce, there's a canteen in my bag. Grab it and give it to Nico. Stark, shut up and suit up. We're going to bust my cousin out."
*Alcatraz, California, ten minutes earlier*
Nico POV
In hindsight, Nico thought Alcatraz should have been the first place he checked. Monster prison, abandoned for years, no mortals snooping too deep underground. And if they did, Kampe could get a midnight snack.
Melding with the shadows, he sprinted across the open hallway and ducked into a corner. Two monsters walked by seconds later, snarling and talking.
"Gods damn that prisoner. He hasn't broken yet!" one said in a thick voice.
The other one grunted at him and said "If anyone could get a demigod to break, Kampe can. Besides, he's on the edge of breaking. Or dying, but makes no matter."
The first one snorted in agreement and their voices faded into the distance.
"Kampe, of course." Nico muttered under his breath. He had never met the monster, but he had heard about her from Percy. And according to him, she was nasty.
Creeping down the hallway, he heard something, First it sounded like it was a wounded dog, or some dying monster. A second later, it hit him like a train at high speed.
Screaming. Horrible, pain filled screaming.
Percy…
Nico ran carelessly, caution in the wind. He had to find Percy, he was in danger.
Meeting a cold iron door, heavy and at least four inches thick, Nico stopped cold. There was a small square with iron bars an inch thick, and Nico, against his better instincts, peered inside.
The room was pitch black except for a single torch by the door, casting green light across the room. Percy's body was thrown into hideous relief, and Nico saw Kampe for the first time.
She was a true monster. From behind, he couldn't see the animal heads at her waist, but he could see the dragon legs, scaly green and her tail twitching back and forth in frustration. Her poisonous scimitars were sheathed at her sides, poison dripping into puddles on the ground. Her snake hair twisted around, eyes intent on whatever was in front of them.
Percy himself was in horrible shape. Hanging limply from Celestial bronze chains, he looked like a corpse. White as a sheet, hammocks of deep purple bruises under his eyes. His head was slumped to the side, supported by his shoulder. Bruises, burns, scorch marks and what looked like a stab mark littered his body.
"Haven't learned your lesson yet, have you? Your little friends are never coming for you." Kampe hissed, raising a clawed hand and holding up Percy's face. At first, he thought he wouldn't answer, but then his eyes flickered open, and from the glazed look, Nico guessed he had been drugged, and possible concussed.
"You wish freak. My girlfriend's going to come and kill you." He whispered, his voice hoarse and scratchy.
Kampe dragged her hand across his face, a thin cut trailing under her sharp finger nail. There was something green on it as well, almost like poison. Nico didn't doubt that it was poison.
Kampe snarled and turned to leave. Nico jumped back and hid in shadows, wrapping them around himself like a blanket. As the door creaked open, he got a full look at her face.
It was female in general, with eyes narrowed in distaste and anger and hissing like a snake. She sniffed something and turned to look directly at him. Nico froze, not daring even to breath. She paused and snarled in his direction, but he didn't move.
Disregarding it, she continued down the hallway, her animal head belt snarling and sniffing the air, searching for the smell of freaking out demigod.
As soon as her tail turned the corner, Nico caught the door and entered quietly.
Percy's breathing was slowing, catching in his chest and rattling in his throat.
Dashing forward, Nico felt his neck for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a steady pulse of life.
"Percy, are you there?" he whispered, shaking his shoulder. He heard Percy groan, but he didn't wake.
"Come on Perce, I'm going to get you out of here." Nico said, pulling his stygian iron sword free.
"Hey, do you smell that?"
Nico nearly dropped the sword and stabbed it through his foot. Monsters, right outside the door. Percy groaned again and opened his eyes a sliver.
"Nico?" he breathed, his chest shaking as he coughed violently.
Nico almost swore then and there.
"Hey!"
Nico whirled around and showed his sword and nearly snorted. What looked like twin bear men were growling at him, holding out celestial bronze spears. Like walking, man sized teddy bears.
"What are you supposed to be?" Nic asked, stopping the smile from spreading across his face.
The one on the left growled and jabbed with his spear. He dodged, and the right one stabbed as well. He hissed as the tip jabbed into his ribs, scratching deeply into his hand.
"Hey, that hurt." He complained, swinging the sword. The twin bears grinned and stepped forward.
He ducked another jab and stabbed out with his sword. The left bear snarled and caught the blade on the spear shaft, forcing it away as the right one swung his spear around.
The shaft caught on his arm and he heard the snap.
He swallowed a scream as fire raged through his broken arm. Because it could not be just sprained. He could almost feel the broken bone shifting as he shifted his arm and in and bit back a curse.
"Now I'm mad." He growled.
The left bear said in a low voice "Our master has no need for you. And we are always hungry for demigod flesh."
Nico rolled his eyes and said "Where have I heard that before?"
More expertly, he swung his sword and he caught the right bear in the ribs. He gave a loud screaming noise and exploded into dust, and he coughed as it settled in his throat.
Choking, he swung the blade again and slashed the ankle as he ducked another jab. The left bear growled and said "More are coming. And if you escape; your friend will be punished."
Nico growled and said "You touch him and you will die."
The bear reached forward and tripped Nico to the ground, and he rolled left as the bear stabbed down. Now he was facing the door, the bear with his back to the wall. The bear grinned, a grisly sight with yellowing, jutted teeth with flecks of demigod meat stuck between them. He turned and hefted his spear back, prepared to shish-kabob Percy.
"No!' Nico shouted, racing forward and jabbing the monster through the back. The spear clattered to the ground and the monster groaned as he dissolved into dust.
Keeping his arm close to his chest, he stepped closer.
"I'll come back Percy, with some back up. We'll bring in the firing squad." He told him. Percy groaned and blinked several times before responding "Jason, New York, Stark Tower."
That had to be the smartest thing Nico had ever heard him say.
"Alright, I promise I'll come back." Nico said. More monster shouts could be heard down the hall, coming closer with every second. Nico wrapped the shadows close around him and imagined Stark Tower in his head, that big ugly building with the name STARK glowing in white lights.
He felt the tug in his gut just as the monsters burst through the doors.
Alright, liked this chapter, changed a few words and editing as usual. Expect the unexpected.