It was the shaking that eventually woke him. Or rather, it his the impact from hitting the nearest bulkhead as a result of the shaking that woke him. He felt his eyes jolt open before abruptly closing again as a wave of pain and nausea rolled over him. He steadied his breathing and counted backward from ten. When he was finished he slowly opened his eyes again and was able to assess the situation. The lights were off but there was flashing red glow illuminating the hall he was in, courtesy of the warning siren at opposite end of the hall.

He rolled over, having landed from his impact with the wall on his stomach, and slowly backed himself back up against the bulkhead as he tried to dull the ache in his head long enough to remember what the hell was happening. He started with the basics, he was the Helicarrier, the tri-whatever the hell. They had brought someone on board, Luffy? No that wasn't right, Lucky was wrong too. Loki! They had brought on the Norse trickster on board after a scuffle with Stark and Thor! Ok but what had happened after that? He remembered a throne room. Right, he had briefed the gods on what was happening and…well pissed would severely understated how they felt about Norse interference.

He raised a hand to his head and grimaced. He didn't look as he pulled it away; he knew it was sticky with his own blood. That was good. He was severely concussed. He Screwed his eyes shut again and concentrated, he needed to remember. He and Steve had been walking toward the labs; Banner and Stark were messing around with Loki's scepter while Natasha interrogated Loki. There had been…an argument? He wasn't sure but he remembered Stark and Steve had argued about something and then Steve stormed off. Something about weapons? And the Tesseract? That's right, Stark had hacked the SHIELD database and found out that SHIELD was using the Tesseract to make weaponry. Steve had gone off to try and prove him wrong and what? Percy tried to remember. He was pretty sure that he followed Steve.

He gulped down another breath and flexed his right arm and groaned. Broken, badly too. He thought he could feel pieces of bone moving around freely. He stopped and concentrated again. He remembered now, he had followed Steve and they got into an armory filled with Tesseract tech. The exact same stuff, according to Steve, that Hydra had used against him during the War. Steve had been incensed, had yelled at Percy, and accused him of betraying his trust. Percy frowned, he hadn't known about the weapons but Steve didn't hear any of it, and stormed out of the army back towards the lab. Percy remembered chasing after him. They had walked in as Stark was confronting Fury. Steve and Fury had argued, and then Stark and Steve, and then Banner…Gods above Banner had tried to kill himself.

Percy felt another moan pass out of his mouth as a fresh wave of pain and nausea rolled through. He did his best to ignore it and remember. Banner had been talking about…something, honestly Percy couldn't remember clearly, he had been too focused on Banner had been unconsciously doing. As he had been talking the man had grabbed the scepter, Loki's scepter, from the examination table and had been holding it. That had been when he had realized Loki's plan, Percy remembered. That had been when he had realized why Loki had allowed himself to be captured to easily, he had been trying to control the Hulk to destroy them from the inside. He remembered seeing Natasha, Fury, and himself all slip the cover off the holsters nearly simultaneously. Just as Steve had told Banner about the scepter though something happened.

Then it all came back in vivid clarity and his eyes shot back open. There had been an explosion, one of the turbines had been blown to pieces and they had been thrown off their feet. There had been a secondary explosion and he, Natasha, and Banner had been knocked off their feet. They had been slowly recovering when-

An animalistic roar cut off his thoughts. He looked down the hall and staggered to his feet and began half running, half stumbling down the hallway. Banner had been transformed by the attack. Percy had tried to hold him off long enough for Natasha to escape but they had been in the bowels of the ship and he had been unable to avoid the monstrosity. Percy looked down at his useless right arm and grimaced, it had not been pretty. The Hulk had pulverized him before pile driving him two levels down the ships interior. Percy scowled. Dick move Banner, dick move.

He turned left, then right, then right again and up two flights of stairs. Despite not knowing the interior of the ship his body instinctively knew where it was going. As he moved he fished in his pocket and pulled out a small golden square. He grimaced as he looked at it, it wouldn't heal the damage to his arm but it would keep him active enough to at least help put up a fight against the Hulk when the time came. He shoved it in his mouth as he jumped up the last four steps and took the next hallway to his right at a dead sprint. The effects of the ambrosia immediately revitalizing his exhausted and aching muscles.

He turned right and burst into the subsequent hallway and into a flood of panicked crewmembers. They were in a flurry, all trying to put as much distance as possible between themselves and what Percy saw was the main hanger. He only paused briefly before another roar pushed him out of his momentary daze and he closed the distance. As he ran into the hanger he slammed his hand on the automatic security lock, which shut off the Hanger to anyone outside. Or in this case inside. It was a good thing SHIELD built all of their equipment in the exact same way, Percy briefly thought as he surveyed the scene in front of him.

Thor, missing his hammer, was attempting to grapple with the large green monstrosity that was the Hulk. Percy had seen the footage, had watched the grudge match in Harlem between the Hulk and that…whatever the hell it was. He thought he would have been prepared for the real thing, especially given everything else he had seen and experienced in his life. He could honestly say though that only a handful of encounters over the years matched up with the sheer animalistic fury and power that emanated from the being in front of him. Percy looked down at his still shattered arm and swallowed hard. This was going to hurt. A lot.

He charged forward, shouting "Thor! Down!" as he did so. Thor must have been acting on instinct alone as he immediately dropped his grapple and rolled away from the beast. Just as Thor's form disappeared Percy's took his place, a viscous kick to the beast's midsection. With a grunt the Hulk flew through the air only to be immediately smacked out of it courtesy of Thor, who put Hulk down with a haymaker, delivered right to the side of the head. Percy followed up, knowing that the only thing he could was try and buy time. What he was trying to buy time for he didn't know but what he did know, was that there was no way that even with the help of a god, could he beat this monstrosity as he was. He attempted to throw a heavy punch with his left arm but the Hulk stopped him. Painfully. Before Percy could even blink a green hand shot up and smacked Percy across the hanger. He stopped when he crashed painfully into the wing of a jet. He heard more than felt the crack in his back from the impact.

The Hulk didn't give him too much time to recover as he attempted to pounce on Percy, only to be intercepted by a hammer crashing into him. A moment later Hulk was out of his visual line of sight and Thor was next to Percy helping him to his feet.

"We do not have much time before the beast realizes he cannot use Mjolnir." Said Thor quickly "The man, Banner, he is no longer there. We need a plan." Percy nodded quickly,

"We need him off the ship before he breaks it" a new wave of sirens echoed off the walls "more than it already is anyway." Thor hummed in agreement and Percy turned, the hanger doors leading to the loading ramp to the main runway was still open. The ships circuitry must have been more screwed up by the attack than Percy had realized. The doors should have closed when Percy locked down the hanger. He wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth though and turned back to Thor.

"I've got an idea. Help me draw him over to the doorways. Once there we can get him off the ship." Thor nodded again and jumped. Percy followed, hot on his heels. Thor ducked as Hulk swung his arm in attempt to clothesline him. Thor slid passed the swinging arm and grabbed Mjolnir before leveling it into the Hulk's stomach. He launched right at Percy who caught hold of his leg with his arm and swung as hard as he could. With tremendous effort Percy was able to throw the Hulk across the hanger. The Hulk stood up and roared in anger but Percy and Thor were on top of him. Before they could do anything however, the ship suddenly pitched hard and all three lost their balance.

Thor was thrown from his feet and onto several crates but Percy and the Hulk were thrown towards the Hanger doors. The bucking of the ship caused the previously open doors to roll off of their hinges and slide closed just as the Hulk was about to pass through. The Hulk grabbed onto the doors sliding shut and the side of the bulkhead in an attempt to steady himself and keep himself from falling.

Now, over the years Percy had been called many things. But near the top of that list was impulsive. Especially in the heat of battle, with the adrenaline flowing and his blood pumping in his ears, Percy was more prone to acting and reacting than he was to thinking anything through. Which is why, when asked later, what he was thinking when he did what he did, he would simply shrug and say

"It seemed like a good idea at the time"

That being said, he would also admit that trying to tackle the Hulk through the open door with nothing to catch himself on, was definitely in the top ten of his all-time dumb decisions

Especially since it didn't work.

He slammed into the chest of the beast with the force of a Mack truck, wrapping his arms around the Hulk's midsection. H attempted to twist his body and yank backwards, forcing both himself and the Hulk out of the carrier and into the daylight beyond. Unfortunately he had miscalculated the Hulks ability to adapt as well as maybe misjudging his own strengths. If only just a little. In contrast to his plans the Hulk managed to use Percy's own momentum against him and reverse their positions. He pushed off of Percy who, in a sudden fit of desperation threw his arms out to catch himself. It was to no avail because before either Percy or Thor could move quickly enough the Hulk reared back and punched Percy through the opening.

Percy choked back a scream as he heard, more than he felt, his back snap from the force of the punch. With his arms forced up on either side of him, and his attention on balancing himself, he had left himself completely open to the attack and virtually unable to protect, or ready himself.

The force of the punch sent him careening through the air, tumbling head over heels as he plummeted. Between the pain of having his back broken, as well as the gravitational forces pulling him back to earth. Percy quickly lost consciousness. He fell for nearly a minute; the carrier had been losing altitude quickly and was only roughly twenty thousand feet up when he was launched. He was, therefore, completely unaware of the sudden strong gust of winds that picked up seemingly out of nowhere. The winds were strong, but seemingly had a purpose, as Percy's path was altered drastically.

The winds pushed him nearly three miles off of his beginning trajectory. He had previously been on a course that would have turned him into little more than rather ugly red smear, but the winds had positioned him, and were maintaining his position, over a small manmade lake. When he was roughly one hundred feet from impact the water in the lake literally rose up and caught him, not with the force that would have been expected from a fall of twenty thousand feet, but of a small child landing in a bed of pillows. Less than a second later, the lake swallowed Percy's form. The strong winds slowed to a gentle breeze, and the water, which had previously been whipping up in ferocious torrent, settled in a calm mirror once again.

On the bank of the lake, a tall woman, with hair as white as snow that was accentuated by her chocolate colored skin, lowered her arms to her side breathing heavily as her eyes lost their foggy cataracts. She turned to her companion, an stately looking gentleman. The sun shone off of his bald head, and the sleek and chrome wheels of his wheelchair. The man said nothing, instead closing his eyes and steeping his fingers together, seemingly in deep thought. The woman also said nothing, there was no need. They both knew what was happening now; all they could do was wait.

BREAK

Percy was not sure what he was expecting when he opened his eyes. He was certainly not expecting to wake up in a club, and it was most certainly a club. It was dark, hot, and the bar top he was perched at was shaking with the bass of whatever top forty hit was being played. Looking down, he taken aback to see that he was dressed in an immaculate sea green dress shirt, tucked into bright white slacks and black boots. He cautiously looked at his own hands, curious enough his back wasn't hurting and he had full use of his otherwise broken right arm. He narrowed his eyes and dug his nails into the palms of his hands until he drew blood. Or at least he would have, had a hand not reached out and yanked Percy out of his reverie.

He swiveled on his stool, his right arm drawn back, ready to level whomever, or whatever, was responsible for his situation. He stopped however, when he recognized the person standing opposite him and Percy nearly groaned. Of course he would make their point of contact a nightclub. The man in front of his was tall, roughly Percy's height, with sun-kissed blonde hair cut in the latest popular style. His bronzed skin was accentuated by a deep maroon button down, tucked into black slacks with the sleeves rolled to elbows and sitting under a black waist-coat. His eyes were covered in a pair of stylish sunglasses but Percy knew that behind them were orbs of bright blue. Most noticeable about the man though, was the sheer power emanating from him. As though the world could and would stop still at his choosing.

"Long time no speak cuzzo" Apollo smiled, his bright white teeth shining in the dark club. Despite the cacophony of sound around them, and the quiet way in which Apollo addressed him, Percy could still hear the god as clear as if there was no other noise in the room.

"What's going on here Apollo? Why am I here? More importantly, why am I not dead?"

Apollo just smiled, not even fazed by the way Percy brushed him off, "Not your time my man. Couldn't have you kicking the bucket before you were meant to, the Fates would have my beautiful ass in a sling if I let that happen."

Percy narrowed his eyes, "Is this about the warning the Fates gave me after me and Annabeth were shot?"

Apollo clapped his hands together happily "Got it one there kiddo! There's some serious shit heading our way and you and your new pals are just about the only things that can stop it."

"Wait." Percy said confused, "Is this about Loki?"

Percy could practically feel the eye roll "Who else would this be about! Listen kid, the trickster is planning on bringing an army to bear on the planet. That pretty blue cube is acts as a doorway between worlds. I'm not clear on all of the details here, even my spectacularly awesome self has limitations, but I know that they'll be here within the day."

Percy's eyes widened at that. He had been momentarily briefed on the Tesseract before coming onto the Helicarrier, the briefing had clearly failed to include the minute detail that the bright blue box was portal.

"Loki is bringing an alien army?"

"yu-huh"

"Like little green men?"

"Well they're not so little but they're certainly green"

"Aliens are real!"

"You're kinda missing the point here Percy.

"Right, right. Sorry, it's just…like seriously aliens?"

Of all the shit you've seen in your life you're honestly surprised that there is intelligent life outside of this pretty blue marble we call home?" asked Apollo, a perfectly sculpted brow raised. Percy had nothing to say to that so he stayed quiet. He thought for a moment, before he looked back at the god.

"You wouldn't have dragged my consciousness all the way here just to tell me something I would have figured out on my own anyway. What else is going on here Apollo?"

Apollo's grin threatened to split his face, "See, I knew you weren't as stupid as everyone says." Then all of a sudden the smile, and any trace of a friendly demeanor vanished. The background of the club melted away and Percy found himself standing on a floating rock formation. Looking down he saw he was back in his combat gear and that Apollo had also changed out of his club wear and into attire more suitable for battle. The gods eyes were fixed on something in front of them, Percy followed his gaze and nearly fell over. They were standing in front of an ornate throne, easily as large as the thrones the gods sat upon in the throne of Olympus.

But it wasn't the throne itself that was what shocked Percy; it was the being, for that was the only way Percy could begin to describe it, that was perched upon the throne. It was enormous, easily the size of a small building. Humanoid enough in features to be recognizable but clearly not something of Earth. Then there was the aura the being exuded. Percy felt as though he were sitting in the presence of Zeus at the height of his power. It was smothering and Percy nearly felt his knees buckle beneath him.

"It's name is Thanos," said Apollo quietly, drawing Percy out of his stupor. Percy looked at him quizzically but didn't say anything, letting the god continue. "I don't know who or what he is beyond that but I do know that he is the one pulling the strings here. He gave Loki the army that he's bringing to earth. What he wants, well I don't know that either." Percy could tell that the lack of understanding was frustrating the god.

Percy swallowed hard, his mouth dry, "Is he coming here?" Apollo shook his head, "No, at least not yet." He furrowed his brown in frustration, "I don't know if he's even coming at all but I keep seeing visions of him and I know that he's important. I also can't shake the feeling that he will be coming to earth, if not now then soon."

He then turned to Percy, "I'm not telling you all of this to try and scare or intimidate you or something if that's what your thinking. But the fact that I keep seeing this…thing means something. It's not a prophecy, at least not traditionally, but I wanted to show you this. I wanted you to know what was coming."

"Why?" Percy managed to rasp,

"Because I think both you and I know that whatever comes of this, you're going to be at the damn center of it. I wanted you to know that this was coming so you could be ready for when it does. You are Earth's mightiest hero Perseus, and the time will soon come where the choices you make will either save the planet, or doom it." That sounded entirely too familiar to be comforting,

"Same shit, different day." He muttered under his breath, the throne and Thanos melted from his vision and they were back at the nightclub once again.

"Like I said" started Apollo, the smile and easy going aura back, "Not here to scare you or anything, just make sure you know what's coming so you can get yourself and your little team there ready for it." He checked his watch and whistled, "Yikes you've been gone longer than I thought. Loki's army is nearly here. Look just worry about kicking him and his green scaly friend's asses off of our planet and then you can begin worrying about what's to come. Alright?"

Percy wanted to argue, wanted to ask why the hell Apollo told him any of this if he wasn't supposed to worry about it. What the hell was the point of any of this at all? But before he could voice his concerns Apollo said,

"Good luck Percy, it's time for you to wake up." And with a snap of his fingers, Percy did just that.

BREAK

Natasha closed the door to the bunk, making sure to lock it behind her. She strode over to the nearest bunk and slowly sat down. She slid her way backwards until she was propped up on the rear bulkhead with her legs dangling off of the bunk. She folded her hands in her lap and closed her eyes and tilted her head back releasing a long, lengthy sigh. The day had simply gone from bad to worse. The Helicarrier was barely floating along, Loki and his scepter had gotten away, Barton was unconscious, Stark and Rogers were moping, Banner was missing, Thor was missing, and Coulson and Jackson…

She banged her head on the bulkhead in an effort to dispel those thought before they caught hold too quickly. It was to no avail though. The voice in her head, the cold dispassionate voice that generally ruled her everyday actions, told her to knock it off, that emotions like hope and despair were children and most certainly not for a professional such as herself. To hell with that for the moment. Within less than an hour she had gotten Barton back only to immediately lose Jackson, and unlike Barton, Jackson wasn't coming back.

Jackson and Barton were the only family she had, the only ones that she had ever allowed to get anywhere close to her. She smiled despite herself, well in the case of Jackson he had more or less barreled his way into her life and had refused to leave until she decided to just put up with him.

It hadn't taken long. Jackson just sort of had that effect on people.

Her stomach clenched painfully, his family would need to be notified. Which meant telling his mother. Natasha had no earthly idea how she would be able to tell Sally Jackson that her son was dead.

'or maybe he's not' whispered the traitorous part of her brain again. 'he's come out of worse scrapes before, anything could have happened while he fell.' And she honestly wished that the rest of her could believe that. She pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her head on top of them, clasping her hands behind her head.

She thought back to the video footage she had watched. The way his back had contorted as the Hulk hit would forever be etched into her memory. Not even Percy could have survived a fall from nearly twenty thousand feet with a broken back, and a broken arm. Especially when they were miles from any coherent body of water.

She began squeezing her hands together behind her head, and her shoulders began to shake slightly with barely suppressed rage. What the hell had that idiot been thinking! He should have known better than to try and go up against Banner as he was! Even with Thor's help on the matter he should have known that getting himself further involved would have further hurt him. And then that stupid idea to try and tackle Banner out of the goddamn carrier!

She was squeezing her hands together so tightly that they were beginning to crack slightly.

Jackson had always had a hero complex; the idiot was too damn self-sacrificing for his own good. It had gotten him trouble one time too many over the years and know he had gotten himself killed for it, and for what! Nothing. Percy Jackson had given himself up physically and mentally to save the world more times than anyone could lay claim to and what did he get out of it, nothing but another mission and another opportunity to kill himself.

She was rambling to herself now. She couldn't help it, she was just too angry. Angry at Jackson, angry at herself for not being there, angry at the god damned gods who put it him in the situation to begin with.

She looked up, inspiration suddenly striking her. The gods! That was it! She wasn't wholly familiar with Greco-Roman mythology but surely there had to be a precedent somewhere along the way of bartering for souls. Maybe the gods would be satisfied enough to take one soul for Jackson's. But whose would she even offer? Herself? She cared about the man sure but would she truly be willing to offer her life for his? Maybe in the heat of battle, where both of their lives were on the line or she had the opportunity to take a bullet for him. She knew herself well enough to know that she would undoubtedly throw herself in front of said bullet for Jackson, Barton, Fury, hell even Hill or Rogers. But there was something much more intimate about offering her life in sacrifice for Jackson's.

She sighed again and released her hands from around her head and let them rest on her knees. She couldn't say that she would do it, and that was maybe the most painful realization she'd had all day, including learning of Jackson's disappearance. It was painful precisely because she knew that had the situation been reversed, Jackson would gladly trade his life for hers, or literally anyone else's, no matter the circumstances and he wouldn't even bat an eyelash. That was just the kind of person that Jackson was. Self-sacrificing. It was something that no matter how much she could try, Natasha could never hope to be.

It had simply been beaten out of her. Her entire development as a child had centered on self and state-preservation. There was simply no room in her being for anyone else. It sickened her, made her stomach knot up uncomfortably in ways that she was entirely unused to.

Had she been able to, she likely would have been crying by now. She certainly felt like she needed to. But she had forgotten how to long ago. Christ, she felt like a child. She never allowed her emotions to get the best of her and now here she was, curled up questioning everything about herself, her life, everything. She didn't know what to do.

Unbidden, she could almost here Jackson's snarky voice in her ear. "Who the hell are you, and what have you done with Nat? The woman I know would have never gotten this broken up over little old me. She wouldn't be sitting here moping in a room, she'd out there, trying to rally the goddamn troops and getting ready to kick some Norse ass! If you want to keep on acting like schoolgirl though, have at it, I'm just saying the Natasha I know wouldn't be sitting here doing nothing when the fate of humanity was on the line. I'd be pretty damn disappointed in that Natasha, because both you and I know that she is better than that. That's she is stronger than that. Don't we?"

The voice didn't wait for a response

"Of course we know. Cause we know Nat, and we know that she's the second most kickass person on the planet, besides me of course."

Natasha didn't when she started standing or when she had begun moving to the door but she was suddenly vividly aware that her body had been moving, almost of its own accord.

"So, now that you're done with your little pity party, why don't you go find Clint, smack him upside the head. Grab the boys, and go save the goddamn world! Then you can mope around do whatever the hell you want."

The disembodied voice of Jackson was right; she would have time to grieve later, when the moment was right and when the stakes weren't so high. But right now, if she really wanted to honor the man she called a friend, she needed to get her people to rally, and they needed to begin coordinating.

She really should have been more concerned about the random voices she was hearing in her head, but at the given moment, she honestly could not bring herself to care enough. She allowed a smirk to dance on her lips as she thumbed the handle to the doorway and walked into the hall.

She had a job to do.

BREAK

The first thing that Percy realized when he opened his eyes was that his back did not hurt. Which was weird in and of itself because by all rights it should have been broken beyond repair. Then he realized that he wasn't dead. Again that was weird but as the memories of his conversation with Apollo came flooding back, the situation resolved itself. Finally, Percy realized that he was in water. It would have been strange for literally anyone else to not notice that they were fully submerged in water, but not for a child of a sea god. He gave his right arm an experimental wave under the water, enjoying the lack of restricted mobility that normally accompanied being submerged, and found that it too had been completely healed. He couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his lips.

It paid to be broken.

His attention was drawn to movement near the surface. He recognized shapes near the lip and saw that they appeared to be humanoid. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, despite the track record, he launched himself skyward towards the surface. He exploded out of the water with a little more force than he had been anticipating and landed unsteadily on soft grass. He stumbled a bit before soft hands grabbed hold of his arm and helped steady him. Looking up in slight surprise he locked eyes with a familiar face.

"Ororo?" He asked confused. The woman, Ororo, released his arm and gave him a soft smile.

"Hello again Perseus." Her voice was soft yet strong. The voice of a leader. And Ororo Munroe was just that. One of Charles Xavier's closest allies and companions she was also a friend of Percy's, going back to his earliest years at SHIELD. "It's good to see you again." She said.

Percy was floored. He looked around and instantly recognized where he was. He had somehow managed to land in the small lake on the property of Charles Xavier's school. How in the hell had he landed here? What kind of freak luck would let him land-He stopped himself and looked up at the sky.

"Goddamned Apollo ex machina." He muttered. He turned when he heard soft chuckling at his other side. A smile graced his lips as the form of Charles Xavier wheeled itself into his vision. He unfolded his hands and extended one for Percy to shake.

"Indeed Agent Jackson. We were told that you would be arriving earlier this morning. Apparently young miss Slater had a meeting with her father last night and told her all about where you would be."

"And more importantly the help you would need." Said Ororo slyly, a wry grin on her lips.

Percy wasn't all that surprised in retrospect. Patricia Slater was a daughter of Apollo that Percy had brought to Xavier's school when it was realized that she had developed a slight mutation that changed the color of her hair when she got too emotional. While it was a rather tame mutation in comparison to some of the other cases at the school, she was also one of nearly a dozen identical cases that had put Percy on an exceptionally good relationship with most of the students and staff at the school.

"I'll have to thank Patty the next time I see her." Percy said. Then he allowed a serious expression to form itself on his face. "Charles, we need to talk, please tell me Logan is here?" he asked. Charles folded his hands in his lap and looked at Percy.

"Let's adjourn to my office, I just called for a staff meeting. I have a feeling that everyone will want to hear what you have to say" Percy merely nodded,

"Lets hurry and get a move on then" he said with a glance to the sky where the sun was high. It was already nearly noon.

They were running out of time.

AN: Ok so confession time. The reason that this took so long to get out was that when I was planning out the progress of the story I found that I just really disliked the way the story started and pretty much everything prior to the Avengers stuff. I was almost to the point where I was going to scrap the whole thing and start from scratch but then I decided that, that would not be fair to all of you so I decided to try and make the best of what I've already written. I'll address some concerns I've been seeing as well now that I'm here. No this will not be a Percabeth story. While I am fond of the couple I don't feel that it has any part to play in the story I want to tell. The same goes for PercyxNat. I love that pairing really I do, but I just don't think it would work with the direction I want to go with things. I know that might seem to some of you to contradict the scene in this chapter but I'm not trying to establish that. The purpose of that scene is something else entirely. Anyways thank you all so much for all of the patience and I hope that all of y'all had a good time with this chapter! Next up is the biggie and it should be a lot of fun. I don't think it will take too long to come out, knock on wood, but I want to work on my other two stories first. I'm actually really excited about the Harry Potter one, it's pretty different from anything else I've seen on the site so I if you're into that check it out. Now that I'm done pimping out all of my shit. Thanks again, love you all and hope everyone takes it easy.

-LilDB