A/N: This isn't my favorite thing at all. I turned a perfect good prompt into an awful one. I couldn't find who gave this to me (I searched for thirty minutes), so if you did please let me know! I'll give you credit and everything. Thank you for your continued support!

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure Marvel and Rick Riordan don't write stuff like this, so it's definitely not mine…


The Awful Luck of Percy Jackson

It happened about a week after I woke up in the hospital at Avengers Tower, right after the giant fight with Coeus.

I still got tired pretty easily, which was frustrating, and the team and Annabeth—when she came to visit me at the tower—insisted that I rest all day and not do anything "strenuous." I swear, if exhaustion didn't kill me, then the boredom would. ADHD kids like me didn't go well with situations like this. And, to make it slightly more unbearable, the team was sticking a little closer than usual to me. I guessed it was because I had almost died on top of a building all by myself. That tended to do things to people.

I knew they meant well, and I appreciated that they cared so much. I just needed some space, like all teenagers eventually did.

To get back to the point, I felt suffocated in the tower. It was gods-awful being mother-henned by one person let alone six. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I told them I was going for a walk, to which the following conversation happened:

Tony: A walk? Why?

Bruce: It's too strenuous.

Steve: I agree with Bruce.

Me: I need to get out of this tower. Like, now. I need some fresh air.

Natasha: What's wrong with this tower?

Me: I'm going stir-crazy.

Bruce: I guess we can't stop you. But my doctor instincts are telling you no.

Clint: Just bring your phone.

Tony: We'll check in every twenty minutes.

Thor: Have a nice walk, Percy. It is a beautiful day outside.

Natasha: Please try not to hurt yourself. You're just getting better.

And so I got to go for a walk. Granted, they checked in every ten minutes instead of twenty minutes, but I didn't blame them for that. Their little bird had just left the nest for at least an hour, and they were probably worried I'd blow up a building or something on my walk. The sad thing was it wasn't even that far off of an assumption seeing as I was about as trouble-prone as a person could get.

The thing I was talking about earlier happened while I was on said walk, which just further justifies the theory of my accident-proneness. It was a nice day out, and the sun was winking at me brightly. I had walked for maybe fifteen minutes (which was interrupted by an Are you still alive and uninjured? call from Tony and the others) before I felt tired. I sighed in frustration and started looking for some kind of park bench around for me to sit on. It was a little crowded around the one area I was going for with a lovely bench, of course, so I pushed through the throng, muttering "excuse me" every five seconds.

I bumped into someone hard and bounced off a few inches. "Oh, gosh, I'm…" I trailed off, looking up at who I had just essentially slammed into. "Sorry," I finished lamely.

"Oh, no," the tall man said, "the fault was mine."

"Loki," I said unenthusiastically. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

"Were you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He was dressed in some dark jeans and a nice shirt. It was weird seeing him in regular clothes. Loki didn't seem to mind, though, since he seemed just as confident wearing that instead of Asgardian armor.

"Yes," I said, pushing past him to the bench. Standing up was hard.

He, unfortunately, followed me. I sighed as I sat down, partly because it felt good to take a rest, and partly because I really didn't want to bother with Loki right now. He sat down next to me and smirked.

"Oh how far they fall," he said sardonically. "The great Perseus Jackson getting tired from a fifteen minute walk."

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want, Loki," I said, ignoring the jibe. "If it's to talk about Coeus then no, I don't feel like it."

"Why do you think I came here?" he asked, his voice actually sounding genuinely curious.

"Let me guess," I said, "you want to talk about you helping me or something? I don't know, what?"

"If humans used their full capacity of brain power, they'd be a much more intelligent species."

"You know, I can totally see why you and Thor have brother problems," I snapped. I was tired, I was out of breath, and I didn't have the freaking energy to talk in circles with Loki. "You get on my nerves, and I'm not even related to you."

"Thor is not my brother," Loki said stiffly.

"Oh, gods, this again? Really?" I huffed. In all reality, gods were just as clueless as humans were sometimes. "You're brothers because you love each other and you're close. I don't care if you crush his heart into smithereens, which you already have. You're family. He loves you." I shook my head. "You can't give up on family."

"How sentimental," Loki sneered.

"Listen," I said firmly. I was starting to really regret taking this walk. Not only did I meet someone I really didn't want to talk to, but I was about to fall asleep where I was sitting on this bench. "I'm really tired of you whining about this. He's your brother. Period. I know you care about him." I paused to rub at a headache that started to blossom in my temples. "Gods know you have enough sibling rivalries for a psychologist to have a field day with you two, but stop acting like he isn't your brother."

Loki looked a little shocked that I had the nerve to tell him any of that, and frankly, I would have been, too, if I wasn't so tired. "If you came here to talk about me not telling anyone else you helped us, my lips are sealed. I really don't care."

"I—," Loki seemed taken aback that I had so quickly changed topics. "I mean, yes, do not tell anyone of our meetings. You will regret it if you do."

"Save the threats for when I'm awake enough to respond to them or at least look like they terrified me for your ego," I said dismissively. I stood up from the bench and began to walk away.

"You know," Loki said as he met me by my side, not done with annoying me, "I do believe I like this version of you better than the boring, perfect one."

"You aren't the only green-eyed trickster," I said dryly. "And if it means anything to you, thanks for helping us out with the Coeus problem."

He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by the "Part of Your World" song from The Little Mermaid. "Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?" it sang loudly as Loki frowned at the phone. I answered it, acting like it was normal to have one's ringtone set to Disney theme songs.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Hi," Steve said, sounding vaguely pleased. "Are you doing okay?"

"I'm fine," I said, smiling. I had a feeling Steve had dialed my number and everything all on his own; he must have been proud of himself for that. "I'm just a little tired. Oh, and some guy called Loki just came up and started randomly talking to me."

I heard fumbling and then Steve's voice came back. "Please tell me you're joking."

"No, I really am tired from walking for ten minutes," I said.

I heard loud yelling in the background and smothered a grin. "Loki is there?" I heard Thor ask in his normal booming voice.

I heard the phone being taken into someone else's hands. "You do know we're supposed to arrest him on sight and bring him to Fury?" Tony sighed.

"I think we all know I can't catch anything right now, let alone Loki," I pointed out. "Besides, he didn't strictly do anything bad except attempt to threaten me."

"There will be more trouble in the future," Loki warned next to me, his eyes flashing from my "attempt to threaten me" comment. I placed my hand over the phone and looked at him.

"What? Are you kidding me? We literally just fought a titan," I protested.

"No rest for the weary," Loki mocked, grinning nastily.

"What kind of trouble?" I demanded, my head feeling a little clearer since there was danger.

"You and your little team are intelligent, aren't you?" Loki asked, making the word team sound like a disease. "I'm sure you can figure it out."

"Are you—" I cut myself off by swearing violently, drawing a few scandalized looks from passerby. Loki had vanished. Again. The last thing I saw was a smile like a Cheshire cat's from him. I shook my head and resumed my walk back to the tower again. I thought about my bed and sighed wistfully. I still had ten minutes to go.

Some things never changed. The awful luck of Percy Jackson being one of them.


A/N: So, like I said, I didn't like this. I rewrote it three times, and I still couldn't get it. I kind of experimented a little with the format (in the beginning) because I was inspired by the amazing John Green. Let's hope for a better next chapter! You guys are all awesome, and I'm not sure what I'd do without your wonderful reviews. :)