I do not own Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, or the Avengers.

Author: The Sea's Avenger

Title: "The Sea's Avenger"

Chapter 12

The four iron suits flew toward the Indian Ocean, flying over Africa at an altitude in excess of 30,000 feet. They reached the east coast in just under an hour.

Tony led the way as he motioned for the group to follow him toward the rendezvous location with Poseidon on a certain beach in Madagascar. They landed on the beach just a few minutes after finding the large island nation. Tony landed first, followed by Annabeth and the others.

Tony's faceplate opened as he looked around at the beach before his gaze settled on the ocean. His eyes darted around nervously.

Annabeth's faceplate opened. She smiled at her Dad. "Dad, I don't think Poseidon is going to kill you."

Tony shook his head. "You can't promise that." Steve and Bruce both chuckled. Tony glared at the two. "Don't worry; I'm sure he'll kill both of you too."

Steve and Bruce both shut up after that statement. Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Poseidon's not killing anyone."

"I think I should be the judge of that, young Lady, don't you?" a deep, male voice said from behind the daughter of Athena.

Annabeth turned around quickly, her gray eyes widening at the sight of the god of the seas. She knelt on one knee. Poseidon motioned to the others behind her. "Dad… everyone… kneel," she said emphatically. Tony, Steve, and Bruce all kneeled. They were all shocked at the man or god before them.

Poseidon wore golden armor that covered his body and a golden helmet as well. The helmet was open around the face. The god scowled at them, before he rubbed his chin in thought, his left hand clutching the glowing Trident, that held more power than anything they'd ever seen before. "So, these are the Avengers. Not much to look at."

Steve gritted his teeth, but Bruce and Tony were both shaking in their… a suits. "Lord Poseidon, you asked to see us," Steve said.

Poseidon nodded. "You are the Soldier; well at least one of you shows discipline. Yes, I asked for you all to meet me here, because you stand no chance against the armies of Oceanus and Lemuria."

"Why's that?" Annabeth asked irritably.

Poseidon looked down at the girl; the one that his son cared for. "Annabeth Stark, daughter of my rival."

Annabeth nodded. "Daughter of Athena and Tony Stark."

Poseidon's sea green eyes pulsed with power. "Do not presume that you can correct me, it's bad enough to listen to your mother do it on a regular basis."

Annabeth held in her smirk. "Yes, my lord."

Poseidon looked away from the girl. He looked at the man in the red armor. "Tony Stark!" Tony looked up, his dark brown eyes wide with fear. "Why do you believe that I need your help to free my son?"

Tony looked at Annabeth. His daughter had her arms crossed in front of her chest, daring him to say something stupid. "Well, my daughter is worried about Percy, so that means I'm worried about him too."

Poseidon sighed. "I told my son that it would be trouble to get involved with a child of Athena." Annabeth was about to protest, but Poseidon raised his hand, silencing her protest. "However, it appears that your daughter truly cares for him, if she plans to risk her life to save him." Poseidon began to pace the beach, drawing the attention of the four armored heroes before him. "Unfortunately, intent to help and the ability are two very different things."

Steve stepped forward. "We've fought gods or whatever before. I'm sure that you will find our help beneficial."

Poseidon's glare returned. "What I find is that a group of mortal heroes coming to a fight that they have no idea how to fight or any idea of the forces allayed against them. Not even my family understands the nature of who and what they would fight in Lemuria. That's why I had Zeus and the others defend Atlantis and leave Oceanus and Lemuria to me."

Annabeth nodded. "Maybe fighting this war is not what our purpose should be. Maybe we should focus on finding and freeing Percy."

Poseidon thought over the idea. It was sound reasoning, but it was also very dangerous. "The idea has merit, but if you all do this I cannot help you. You would be on your own."

"We understand," Annabeth said quickly before she looked at her Father and the others.

Poseidon frowned at her enthusiasm. "Stark, can your suits survive the ocean? I'm talking about depths over a mile down, no ability to come up for air for an extended period of time."

Tony smiled. "I made these suits especially for all environments; the ocean is one of the primary ones. These suits can survive pressures over two miles down and they have a system that pulls the oxygen out of the sea water."

Poseidon nodded, impressed by the mortals ingenuity. "Interesting, it appears that mortal technology has well exceeded my expectations."

"Nope, this is Stark technology; no one else has access to this."

Poseidon frowned. "Do not presume that your technology is your saving grace. I find that faith in one's abilities to be much more reliable than any technology or magic for that matter."

Tony gulped at the look on the god's face. "Yes, sir."

"Good, you have the coordinates to where we are going?" Poseidon questioned.

"Yes, sir," Steve replied.

Annabeth looked at the god curiously. "How will we know when to search for Percy?"

Poseidon smirked. "You mean, when will you know that the battle has begun?" Annabeth nodded in agreement. Poseidon's smirk turned into a full-blown smile. "Believe me, daughter of wisdom, you all will know." As soon as he finished those words, his body turned into water and rushed back into the sea.

"Dramatic much!" Tony exclaimed. Bruce smirked. "What?"

Bruce chuckled. "I see Mister Sarcasm is back."

"He never left," Tony was about to argue.

Steve smiled. "Yeah, he was on full display there with the Lord of the Seas."

"What does that supposed to mean?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "It means that you were close to pissing yourself."

"Young Lady, language, please."

Steve and Bruce snickered.

Tony's face turned red. "No comments from the peanut gallery."

Steve cleared his throat. "We better get going," the faceplate closed on his suit before he fired his boot jets, rocketing off toward their destination. Bruce was hot on his heels.

Tony turned toward his daughter. "We'll talk about this later." His own faceplate closed before he too rocketed off toward the Indian Ocean.

Annabeth just smiled at her Father's behavior. Her faceplate closed before she fired her own boot jets, changing course to follow the others.

Atlantis – Poseidon's Palace

The grand palace of Poseidon stood proudly in the center of the undersea city of Atlantis. The palace was a throwback to ancient times; the walls were made of marble and celestial bronze and Imperial gold adorned the columns and cornices. The rest of the city was made of a shiny green steel, Atlantean Steel to be specific. A large balcony on the top floor of the palace overlooked the city; standing near the edge of the balcony was a beautiful woman. She floated in the water. She had a sea green fish tail and her upper body was covered by a royal blue chiton. She had long, dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was one of the most beautiful women in Atlantis. She was Queen Sally, the wife of Poseidon, his former mortal lover, and the mother to Perseus.

A flash of light appeared, revealing four figures that stood before the Queen. They each wore a strange breathing apparatus. Sally bowed toward them before they returned the bow. A dark haired woman in celestial bronze armor stepped forward, it was clear that she was in charge of this group. Her gray eyes looked around at the palace and the city below; she hid her thoughts about what she saw. She turned back to the Queen.

"Queen Sally," Athena said.

Sally smiled. "Please, Lady Athena, call me Sally, no need for formalities."

Athena smiled; she was impressed by the woman already. This woman was warm and welcoming. A special trait for immortals. "We have come to assist in the defense of the city."

Sally's smile widened. "Yes, my husband has informed me. I wish to thank all of you for the much-needed assistance." She gestured toward the others for an introduction.

Athena nodded. "This is Hermes; I'm sure you have met him before."

"Hermes, always a pleasure to see you."

Hermes swam over and hugged the Queen. "Always good to see you, Sally.

Athena was a little in awe of the introduction; this was nothing like the way Hera acted. "This is Artemis."

Sally swam toward the goddess of the hunt. Her smile was broad as she approached the moon goddess. "So please to meet you. I am grateful for your assistance."

Sally hugged the goddess, making Artemis remember times when she was a child and hugged her mother Leto. Suffice to say, Artemis was taken aback by the gesture. "You are most welcome."

Athena nodded before she looked at the last god; it was Ares. "This is Ares."

Sally looked up at the god of war, his scarred faced and flaming eyes bored down on the much smaller Queen. Sally's smile never wavered. "Such an honor to have the war god here. We are happy for your aid." She swam forward and hugged the large god.

Ares stiffened, but it was more from shock than any other emotion. Sally left the embrace before she led the group into the throne room. She gathered them in front of the thrones before directing their attention to the floor in front of them. A holographic map of the city and the surrounding area stood before them. Two sea green groups of lights surrounded the only direct area to assault the city.

"These lights are the defense forces for Atlantis. A small contingent I'm afraid. Three hundred Cyclops and four hundred mermen," Sally explained.

Athena studied the map. "These forces are more than I thought we would have."

Sally nodded. "The interior of the city is also defended by two hundred automatons."

"Impressive, how many forces does Uncle Poseidon have in his attack force?" Ares questioned.

Sally smiled. "I see that my first impressions of you were true. You have an offensive mind." Athena smiled at the effective way the Queen evaded the question.

Ares blushed making his face take on a golden hue. Athena just stared at him in shock. She never saw her half-brother blush, ever. "Yes, he does like to attack."

Sally nodded. "Then I suggest that Ares take command of our cavalry."

"Cavalry?" Hermes asked curiously.

Sally nodded. "Yes, one hundred of our mermen forces use Hippocampi to fight."

Ares smiled. "It would be my honor, my lady."

Sally smiled at his gesture. "Artemis, we have a hundred mermen that use bows and crossbows. These weapons are perfectly designed for underwater warfare. I suggest that you command them. I charge you with finding the best positions."

Artemis nodded. "As you wish."

"I must stay ready to send communications to Olympus and to relay information," Hermes added.

"Then this room will be the best location for you. I send commands by Baracuda to the army," Sally said. The four gods noticing for the first time the half dozen large fish milling around just inside the doors to the throne room.

"With your permission, my lady, I will take command of the remaining ground forces."

Sally nodded. "Yes, they are ready for your commands."

Athena wore a sheepish expression. "They do not mind taking orders from Poseidon's rival?"

Sally chuckled. "These forces are mine, Athena. They do as I command."

Athena's gray eyes widened. "Your forces?"

Sally smirked. "I have personally trained them in advanced and modern warfare techniques. They will do nicely."

Lemuria – Dungeon

Perseus was sprawled out on the floor of his cell. There was no bed or anything to sit or lay on. His wounds had all healed from the last round of beatings that he withstood. His body was healed, but his mind was still numb from the pain and his body was weak from the effort to heal.

"How are you doing, son?" the voice of a much older man asked.

Percy tried to sit up, but all he did was turn over onto his side, but that was enough to see the cell from beside him. An old man, older than anyone he'd ever seen before sat against the bars of his cell. He wore a tattered green tunic, his white hair was matted, and his white beard was overgrown. He looked old and tired, but his deep blue eyes were filled with sadness, but also great wisdom.

"Who are you?" Percy questioned.

"A friend. So, how do you feel?"

Percy took a deep breath. "So tired."

"I'm sure, it's a good thing that you heal in water, or you would have died long ago."

"Yes, but I should not have been able to heal; the celestial bronze restraints…"

"They do limit your healing, but you are immortal, so that is a plus."

"Immortal? No, I'm not," Percy protested.

The old man forced a smile. "Your golden ichor on the floor around you says otherwise."

Percy looked down at the floor of his cell. He could see the gold blood on the stone floor, his blood. "I had red blood before I left Atlantis. How can this be?"

The old man stroked his beard. "Did you go through any ceremonies after that?"

Percy's green eyes widened as he remembered the ceremony on Olympus. "On Olympus."

The old man smiled, but it was a small, sad smile. "I see. You are immortal now. Nothing can ever change that."

Percy wanted to cry, but he was too tired for tears. "Who are you?"

The old man chuckled before he began to cough. "The young, so impatient." He looked at Percy and the curious stare that the young godling gave him. "I am Pontus!"

AN: There you have it the next chapter. Aim those repulsors and prepare to fire.