Hey Guys! So, you've really stepped up in reviewing! Not enough for that extra chapter (thank goodness, I wasn't entirely ready) but it was awesome! I've gone through earlier this week and wrote down who to thank and such for the support and who gave me good ideas for this story or asked a good question, or what reviews in general made me laugh. I want to say that this story is slowly climbing up towards a better placement (at least sixth) and I can't wait for you guys to crush us into the top three!
I had this idea a while back, and when the Civil War trailer came out I only got more excited about it: To continue the story after Civil War has ended, as an arc of sorts. I've brought that up before, but no one really commented on it... If you want it, I'd like to do it. And not just for Civil War, but the entire expanded Marvel Cinematic Universe. An AU to end all other AUs!
I love the conspiracy theories circulating! I'm going to answer a few of them in later chapters, but here's one that I want to make clear right away.
1.) None of the Avengers are direct descendants of gods, nor have Wanda or James become Demigods. They somehow received ADHD and Dyslexia when Wanda invaded his memories. It's because Demigods seem to be the exception to even Wanda's rules, like how James entered her vision as well.
2.) We will have chapters including my OC's, but probably not from their perspectives. I haven't decided yet. That includes Hope, Danny, Andrew, and Terry.
Shout outs:
imagination-running: I'm glad someone else has gone back to reread, because I keep feeling like I'm forgetting stuff or not doing something right. If you want to actually give me some advice, seeing as you're so up to date on the story and might see stuff I casually miss, PM me. I'd love some help.
Guest84: I hope I answered your question above. Conspiracy theories... Love'em.
Guest right below Guest84: I love your question, but the answer lies somewhere else: The Mark of Athena. :)
Catie Cat: I was watching Ghost Protocol while writing... :P
limegreenarcher: Thank you for telling me about the spelling errors. I often have trouble finding mistakes while proofreading, and betas are few and far between.
ImaGuest: It has been too long since I last heard the phrase 'Holy Guacamole!' I'm glad you enjoyed the Jason chapter, and I want to let you know that there will be another, along with a chapter from Piper, Grover (hopefully), and more of the Seven and Co.
Someone who guessed James was a demigod: Your shout out will come, I assure you. Perhaps the Avengers are tied to the godly side of the family in some way... Thank you, random guest, for that subplot guess.
Guest 1013: Yes. Mrs. O'Leary is still Percy's. I will explain that in later chapters, and thank you for asking!
Achievement: I was having such a hard time finding him a Superhero name, but then my sister was like 'Oh, are you reading Theseus Jackson again?' and it stuck. :P
anaisntonfire: On the right track, I feel.
a person d: Chocolate. Cinnamon. Bears.
ColdMilkLover: Thank you, for noticing Maria's involvement. And I never thought about the idea of Percy getting some changes from Wanda or James... hmmm...
Happy Birthday to Peccati! It's been about a week, but they commented first, saying it was their birthday! Hope you had a good one!
This is it, ladies and gents. The Percabeth reunion. Is it going to be happy... Well, you know me. Always trying to improve my Angst writing...
Disclaimer: I'm not Rick, I'm not Marvel.
Annabeth:
Reporters. Reporters everywhere.
They stood just outside, patrolling the street better than any of the harpies at camp ever could. They were spread out unevenly, carrying an Arsenal of cameras, phones, press badges, microphones, and coffee cups. Some spoke with each other, some played idly with their hands, looking intently at the points of entry. It was an army. An army of mercenaries with cameras instead of guns, but still looking for a good shot to claim as their own.
Annabeth was thoroughly annoyed, mostly at herself. 'Well, duh. Of course they would be there.' She thought to herself. How could she have been so stupid as to think they would've given up hunting for the new Avenger's identity?
She briefly thought of the repercussions of walking up to the press and giving them Percy Jackson's name. Now that would get his attention fast. She'd probably see him within the hour, or the day at most. She dismissed it, though. The last thing she wanted was Percy to hate her more. He wouldn't want the publicity, if he was still who she knew.
She'd watched his interview through almost ten times, falling asleep during her tenth viewing. She would be… Angry if it really wasn't Percy up in that tower. No other person could wear a trident on their chest, control water, and be a Demigod, right?
Or the fact that no one could text her back, huh? Like the gods wanted everyone to still think Perseus Jackson was dead? Chiron would know, of course. Someone in New Rome would find the headline, surely. But until then, the world would continue to spin without Percy being a part of it.
She had to eliminate all doubt. She had to fix this. She had to know if Percy Jackson was alive.
But she couldn't sneak past the reporters. Her invisibility cap didn't prevent people from bumping into her, and with the number of reporters there, it would be risky. Going in by air wasn't an option (Percy would spot her on a pegasus from a mile away), and tunnels… She shivered at the thought. No, that wasn't an option, either.
The front door was the only option. She needed a distraction, and it sat in her backpack.
…
Leo Valdez would never stop looking out for her.
Even in death, nearly six years since his passing, Annabeth would forever be surprised by what he left for the seven.
It was in the wreckage of the Argo II that they'd found the bronze chest, completely undamaged and scratchless. A few of the Apollo kids had been scavenging the wreckage, looking for any… Remains of one of the bravest Heroes she'd ever known. It had been inscribed, in Greek:
'For the 7: One Last Gift From The Repair Boy.'
Percy, Jason, Frank, Hazel, Piper and herself had been the only ones present to get what he'd left them: Archimedes spheres. The letter had been vague, but Annabeth had five years working with it. She knew what it could do.
'They work like a genie in a bottle. Ask what you need, and these babies will give it to you.'
She took it out of her backpack, eyeing the reporters across the street. They were lazily sitting around, half asleep, but waiting for action. She judged the distances, working the angles… She had a plan, if Leo's sphere would work. It hadn't ever failed her before.
She put the warm, smooth metal in her hands, running her hands over the inscriptions and Greek alphabet that littered the shell. She knew that she needed to rotate the two halves away from one another, but how much would this job need?
She couldn't see it taking more than a half rotation, maybe a full one. Annabeth had figured out: the bigger the task, the more rotations, the longer the cool down time afterwards.
She brought the sphere up to her mouth, whispering into the device. "Distract. Don't hurt anyone."
She placed the sphere on the ground, then reached for her Yankees cap in her back pocket.
The centerline of the sphere began to glow a dull orange, then it began to move. Annabeth watched, her hands gripping her hat, as the bronze sphere began to roll towards the reporters. Miraculously, it avoided the semi-fast traffic around it, then stopped right on the sidewalk, defying gravity and climbing the out of the rain gutter.
Annabeth saw the three legs pop out and prop itself up. She saw the top open slightly. Her breath caught, really hoping that this worked.
The noise was sharp, like a car backfiring or the bark that Mrs. O'Leary would make when Tyson would stop by to say hello. It had people jumping in place, cameras being dropped by accident. At the same time, orange dust exploded outwards, engulfing the street.
Annabeth put her cap on, rushing through the surprised crowd and past the reporters. She slyly put the sphere back into her pocket, getting her own hand covered in orange dust. Then, she rushed into the building, without so much as a fly seeing the doors open.
…
"Hello?"
Annabeth wasn't surprised by the fact there was a secretary in the lobby, because all good buildings needed wardens. She was surprised how big the lobby was, though. They must've hollowed out the first three stories to fit that chandelier that high... and look at those beautiful- She shook her head, effectively clearing it of all thoughts besides her old boyfriend. He was here, wandering the building for all she knew. She had to find him.
When in doubt, start at the pool. She thought to herself.
"Hello?" The secretary repeated. Annabeth switched her gaze to the woman who sat at the desk at the furthest end of the room. Annabeth was at the other end, still standing by the doors. The elevators were beside the secretary's desk. "Is somebody there?"
Annabeth rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything, not even moving. This mortal couldn't know she was there. She couldn't be spotted prematurely, because if Percy even had the slightest suspicion she was in the building, he'd vanish before she could sneeze. Reluctantly, Annabeth heard the woman begin to type on her computer again.
Slowly, so as not to avoid detection, she began to walk towards the secretary's desk.
It was like an old fashioned line at a bank or movie theater, and with the extra space and blue carpet it felt that way. She would be going to buy her popcorn, and she'd pick up a packet of blue jelly beans for-
She tripped over herself.
Like the complete mess she was whenever he swam at the edge of her consciousness, she tripped over her own two feet, smacking into the ground. Her body met the floor with a tremendous 'Whumpf!' and she grit her teeth, hoping that secretary had an earpiece so far up her ear canal she would be deaf.
Instead, the clicking of nails on keyboards ceased and the same voice, much more insistent this time, spoke up. "Show yourself, before I have to call security!" She squeaked.
Annabeth cursed under her breath, then stood back up. Screw stealth, she could cover her tracks.
She whipped her hat off so fast her curls flew into her face, but she was already on the move. Ms. Secretary- a petite brunette with wide blue eyes -opened her mouth in shock. Annabeth was already walking towards the woman, raising her hand up to the woman's face. The secretary tried in vain to press at the device in her ear.
Annabeth was right in the woman's face, her height dominating the secretary with a good four inches. Her hand reached forward…
The snap echoed across the lobby. Annabeth Chase's middle finger and thumb stood at attention, ready to try again if the mist had been uncooperative the first time. Judging by the secretary's blank stare, Annabeth believed she'd finally mastered the parlor trick.
'Don't mess up', she thought to herself. 'Speak with confidence. Don't let your voice waver'. She took a steady breath, looking the woman in her eye. "I'm an intern, personally chosen by Mr. Stark to oversee a possible pool extension. You were instructed I would be here early, and to give me full access to the building." She said, keeping her voice as monotonous and unemotional as she could.
She waited, the secretary was unmoving. Five seconds. Ten seconds.
She finally blinked, and Annabeth lowered her hand quickly. The secretary shook her head, then nodded, as if dispelling a headache. Her professional bun dipped up and down, nodding along. Finally, the woman composed herself, smiling brightly at Annabeth. "You must be the new intern! My name is Melanie, and I was instructed to give you full access to Avengers Tower!" She recited cheerfully, fining Annabeth a warm handshake.
Annabeth nodded along, smiling a semi-gleeful smile. She hadn't been able to get that trick down before, and in the moment she'd needed it she'd done it. "That's me." She replied sweetly. Melanie nodded, her bun bobbing again, and pulled Annabeth towards her desk. She pulled out a pin or metal broach of some kind, shaped like a dark rectangle.
"This is your security badge, and it should give you access to the whole tower! I must inform you that the penthouse is off limits, as the Avengers keep to their privacy. If you need access to the penthouse, inform Mr. Stark or Ms. Hill on floor seventy eight. They can escort you to whichever part of the penthouse you see fit! I was told you would be working in the pool?" Annabeth nodded. Melanie's smile stretched wider.
"Excellent! That will be floor seventy, so I don't see you needing to use the penthouse anytime soon! Is there anything else I can help you with? Anyone I can call to help you navigate?" She asked.
Annabeth shook her head, smiling tightly. "No, thank you! I believe I can find my own way. Should I be concerned about running into security, or getting searched in the hallways?" She asked, both joking and not. Melanie laughed an annoying, high pitched squeak.
"Nothing like that! Mr. Stark's AI is constantly monitoring the building for threats, so as long as you don't have anything illegal on your person!" She quipped, laughing at her own joke. Annabeth had no choice but to laugh along.
"Thank you, again! I'll be sure to report to Mr. Stark as soon as possible!" Annabeth said, turning towards the elevator. She shared one more beaming smile with Melanie before the doors closed and she began to ascend.
The moment the doors closed fully, her face fell and her mouth hurt from smiling so much.
I HATE people like that.
…
Annabeth arrived at floor seventy un-opposed, the elevator doors opening without so much as a word. She quickly hurried down the hallway, shoving her Yankees cap back on with full force. She didn't know what kind of system this AI might be, but she could assume she only had minutes before that kind secretary reported she'd arrived, and the machine couldn't find her.
She rushed to the end of the hall, which was really just a long corridor with a full glass view of the swimming pool, and finally reached the door. She wondered briefly if the badge would do its job while she was invisible, but quickly learned that it was possible. The door to the pool opened with a metallic click.
She stepped in quickly, her tennis shoes squeaking lightly on the tiled floor and sending a dagger through her heart. The smell of chlorine and wet towels, the water lapping against the poolsides… So familiar, so comforting, so… It was just really nice and hurt all at the same time. She typically avoided water since he'd left. Not even the ocean helped.
She quickly wiped the unshed tears from her eyes, building up a wall to keep the dagger from penetrating too deeply into her. She didn't want to be standing here too long. Quietly listened to the water for a few moments, her eyes skimming over the water in search of anyone. Sadly, and with a great deal of disappointment, she found no one in the water.
'Stupid', she scolded herself, already walking back towards the glass door. 'He could be anywhere in the building right now! How am I supposed to find him-'
Her thoughts were cut off when another door, adjacent to the pool, opened slowly.
It must've been some sort of changing room, or perhaps a sauna or gym. Either way, the two figures who walk out, a red headed woman and a lithe man with close-cropped blond hair entered the pool area, a thin layer of perspiration on their brows and towels over their shoulders. Annabeth froze, glad for the sudden ability to be invisible.
They both wore dark grey tank tops, though he wore sweat pants and she wore yoga pants. The hand wraps suggested that Annabeth had been right: some sort of gym or arena connected to the pool. They began to walk towards Annabeth. Towards the door.
"- just saying, I taught you that move, so really I won." The blond man argued, toweling himself off while walking towards the glass door. The redhead smiled, shaking her head.
"Keep telling yourself that, Barton. Maybe three years ago, and without the pre-teens running around at home, you could've beat me. I'm afraid old age is catching up to you, though." She said, jostling his shoulder with her own. He frowned, pushing her away.
"Just wait till your body starts aching without having to fight someone else." He muttered, just loud enough for Annabeth to hear. "Then, start talking to me about the disadvantages of growing old." He said.
The redhead smiled. "Deal. But when that day comes, I expect my room on the farm ready." She said. They got even closer to Annabeth, then they walked right past her, continuing on with their conversation as if nothing were watching them. He held the door open for her, and Annabeth saw the slight smirk that told the redhead he wasn't annoyed. That didn't remind her of any past relationships.
She realized though: These two were Avengers. These two were her ticket to wherever Percy might be, if he was in the building at all. And maybe they could give her a clue as to where Percy Jackson could actually be.
Her hands shook, and the idea of stealthily hiding behind these two master spies seemed daunting, but she was Annabeth Chase. Besides, she'd fought monsters, Titans, Giants… Five years ago, but it was kinda like riding a bicycle, right? Instinct never disappeared, and that was proven when she'd gotten Nico to Shadow travel them inside of one of the Hydra Walkers, or whatever they were called (Forget the fact they were remote operated, and they'd nearly been eaten by an engine).
She snaked out of the closing door, trying to be as light footed as possible as she snuck behind them. She really, really hoped that she'd be able to remain undetected. They continued in the opposite direction of the hall, towards another set of elevators. The blond and the redhead spoke animately with one another, oblivious of Annabeth following behind them.
"-he doing with all of this?" Annabeth's ears pricked up when the redhead spoke in a much more serious tone than before. Whatever they were talking about had just hit a sensitive subject, and if the Percy Jackson situation was anything, it was sensitive. The blond looked towards his friend, frowning slightly.
"He's taking the bashing better than I thought he would. Douglas is a jerk, attacking the identity he doesn't really have, but he's kind of just… Laughing it off." The blond said. "He spent the weekend at home, though, with Hope. He's always in a better mood when she's around." He said.
For just a minor second, Annabeth's brain didn't connect some of the facts. If Percy were Theseus, then who was this Hope? Were they even talking about Percy? Was he with this woman now, or possibly dating? They'd mentioned he'd been at home with her… Could they be married?
Gods, she was a mess.
Then she remembered: Yes, they were talking about Theseus because he was receiving the most political bashing. And Hope was the name of Percy's sister. Could she be alive? Could Sally and Paul be alive, too? Annabeth's head buzzed with unanswered questions, and she was tempted to choke out the two that held the answers.
The elevator arrived shortly after her mind stopped spazzing, and Annabeth had to be very careful entering the elevator. She was lucky it was larger than an average sized elevator, because she wasn't sure if she would be caught breathing down their necks or not. But the elevator was big enough to hold another eight people and still not be awkward. She'd seen pictures of Thor, so she kind of understood the need for a larger elevator. If it had been her, she would've-
'Focus, Annabeth. No geeking out on a quest for the ex.' She reminded herself.
Meanwhile, the two heroes still spoke in serious tones. The redhead scoffed lightly. "Funny. Usually Tony's the one with his face on the news. Maybe all those years of not caring rubbed off on Percy."
PERCY. THEY SAID HIS NAME.
A thrill and a shiver simultaneously went down her spine, meeting in the small of her back and leaving her lightheaded and her heart trying to beat out of her chest and- she had been right.
So many false leads, so many times she'd run from her apartment in Camp Jupiter and chased down the slightest whiff of the name 'Percy Jackson'. From the moment that Nico confided in her, saying that he hadn't felt his soul leave his body, hadn't felt a miniscule piece of his presence as he stood at the edge of Tartarus itself, she knew he had somehow survived. If anyone could, Percy Jackson could.
After five years, of worrying and crying and wondering where he could be, she had almost given up hope that the boy was alive.
Mark had tried, oh he'd tried to step in. After all, it was his job to keep her happy. His job to keep her from waking up in tears, or looking off into nothing when she thought no one was watching. She had seen the way he'd looked at her, and it was selfish and wrong and-
She thought she'd been doing the right thing. She was certain, because he had told her.
She was the source of Percy Jackson's worst nightmares. She was the reason that he'd wake up blubbering and crying, and a little piece of her died everytime. He would wake up, and she would coax out of him the reason he clung to her so tightly. He admitted it, he told her that he would see her killed in sick, twisted and demented ways. That she'd be maimed past the point of recognition, and then delivered onto his doorstep.
And it was that day, one week before she cheated on him, that he woke and cried, but didn't make any noise. The day he wouldn't talk to her, or go to school, or even leave his room. It took her the full day of begging to know what tortured him. What new twisted plot his imagination picked up.
He'd explained, in detail, that Tartarus had left her alive, but in such pain and anguish and-
"I had to do it. You begged me to do it. You said- you said that if I didn't, you'd never love me again. And it felt so real-" He'd explained, choking up on his own words. "I pulled the plug, Annabeth. I had to kill you, and I had to live with it."
Annabeth hadn't slept that night. She'd cradled him close, whispered soothing things into his ear as he slept, and pondered what he'd said.
She didn't know why her boyfriend was plagued with these nightmares, and she was spared. They'd ended for her on his eighteenth birthday, when he'd pulled her closer than normal and promised, after his own nightmare had woken him, that she would get better. That she would heal. He'd told her, and she'd believed him. It's just… When she'd replied back, it hadn't worked.
She'd hatched a plan, because she thought… she thought she knew what the problem was.
They were too dependant on one another. They slept beside one another, comforted one another, went to school with one another… It wasn't healthy. Instead of the relationship getting stronger, it was killing them both, slowly. Her real punishment was watching Percy waste away beside her. As if he couldn't live with her, she would die before she let that happen. She had to gain her independence back, and had to make sure he got his back as well. That was the only way, in her mind. His nightmare only strengthened her theory.
And she did the stupidest thing…
Mark was charming, though she didn't think on it. He was brave, saving her life. He was in love with her, and she didn't like that, either.
But then she'd been sitting up at night, and she'd looked at Mark, and she knew that he could fix the problem.
She started a relationship in hopes Percy would find out. She'd break his heart and he'd move on. Those first few weeks were like reliving Tartarus, but Mark would find her and his voice would at least ground her. He wasn't Percy, but she had to be strong. She had to be strong for Percy.
She had to break up with him, or he would get worse. Before she would have to pull the plug on him.
He saw her with him, she was sure. So she confronted him, and he yelled and she yelled back and they broke it off. Her plan worked.
She felt like schist, but it had worked. He'd sort himself out, and maybe he never looked at her again but he'd be happy. That's what mattered.
And then her plan had gone to Tartarus. Literally, weeks after seeing him moping and looking too thin and too pale to be healthy, she'd decided that she needed to bail out. He was still too fragile, and she was losing her mind with worry and Mark couldn't help. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't alleviate the pressure. She went to his cabin, ready to apologize and get back to the way things were, even if that meant years of unending pain.
He wasn't there. Instead, he had a note stabbed into the wall by his Minotaur horn. She'd read it with shaking hands, then kept rereading it.
Gone on a quest. Hopefully I get back. I'll explain later.
He never got the chance.
The gods told her that he jumped into Tartarus, and that when he started coming out, he had an army at his back, ready to help him overthrow the Olympians. Everyone was in shock, everyone called the gods liars, and no one believed them. Annabeth knew that wasn't an answer.
Then, months later, no one cared. People accepted it. Percy had been a recluse, rude to his friends, and displaying all the telltale signs of a traitor. Clarisse compared it to Luke, and Chris compared it to himself. They both agreed: Percy Jackson, however unlikely, could have betrayed the gods.
Annabeth had almost agreed as well, because she knew that, to Percy, the Olympians were like a political campaign: It's choosing the lesser of evils. He wouldn't dare risk killing the human race, or the demigods, even if the Olympians could be replaced. He didn't trust anyone taking their power, especially himself.
So, while everyone reluctantly accepted the god's answer as the truth, Annabeth silently conducted her own investigation.
She figured out about the fact the Blofis' had disappeared off the face of the Earth, found the report of a car getting tossed into the water… and kept it to herself.
There was no argument of who would believe her. All the demigods who knew him would. But there was no telling what the gods would do, and the last thing she wanted was to have her memories of him erased by the mist.
She waited. Nearly six years of waiting, and here she finally found him.
…
She realized the elevator had stopped on what appeared to be the penthouse, and as her escorts left, she chose to as well, laughing loudly as they did.
She ignored the beautiful room that might or might not have a direct effect on what her dream home schematics looked like, and began to sneak around the floor. She'd start here, find her way around. He must've had a room here, or a place he hangs out. She'd scout out the whole tower if she had to. Every last inch, if need be. Every. Last. Inch.
"Keep it down, you two. I'm trying to watch the Senator roast me without even knowing who I am."
AS IF HER HEART HADN'T NEARLY GIVEN OUT A FEW SECONDS AGO.
Her head snapped to the source of the noise, and she thought it was completely possible that her neck had made enough noise to alert them to her presence. She felt as if she was tunneling out everything besides his voice, but still hearing everything around her. Her ears were ringing, her breath felt like it was speeding up, but in slow motion at the same time.
She had to calm herself down enough to function properly. She had to work this out one bit at a time. She had a plan. She had a plan.
She pulled the sphere out of her pocket, checking if the symbols matched up yet. She'd started with ten minutes, and now… It was like a little timer you put over the oven. She had thirty seconds before she could put it into action.
"Well, if you want to make some popcorn and join me, I'd be happy to give you the highlights of his speech. I recorded this." He said, his voice perfectly melodious in her ears. She must've missed whatever the other Avengers had been talking about, but she didn't care. He was right there.
She approached slowly, past the kitchen, till the wooden floor met carpet. That would be the best place to set up the-
Oh gods, she saw him.
He was on a huge couch, his arms splayed outwards over the top of it and his feet resting on the coffee table adjacent. His clothing was casual, with blue jeans and black converse and a white shirt… And it was just so familiar and it was really him and Annabeth needed the sphere to go faster!
"I swear son, you're the only one who looks specifically for a HD TV just so you can hear yourself get bashed by the media." The blond said, putting stuff out for a smoothie. Annabeth felt the sphere click back into place. It was ready.
"Tony would do it. He's made DVDs with his interviews on them." Percy joked, laughing to himself. Oh, how she missed that laugh. She rotated the sphere twice. Twenty minutes of talking to Percy. Twenty minutes for a six year absence.
She brought the circle up to her mouth. "Wall." She said, setting the bronze sphere at her feet.
Whatever the other Avengers were about to say was cut off when the ball suddenly opened. Bronze and steel cables interwove until not a single bit of the kitchen was visible. Percy yelped on his side, standing quickly and pounding on the wall. When that didn't work, he pulled a pen out of his pocket, and even the sight of the blade made her feel nostalgic.
"Clint! Natasha! Can you hear me?" He yelled, still keeping his blade at the ready. He tried to hack at the wall, but Leo was a master. Even Riptide didn't leave a scratch. "Someone? Is anyone there?"
Annabeth took a deep breath, stood in the middle of the room, and removed her Yankees cap.
Percy immediately zeroed in on her, and his face contorted into shock. He paled, and if Annabeth could see her own face she probably would, too. She could give Thalia's shield a run for her money some days. "Anyone but her? Is there anyone at all?" He yelled, hacking with renewed effort. Sparks flew off the wall, but it did nothing.
Annabeth wanted to smack him. She wanted to punch him, cry, hug him, cry some more and then maybe even kiss him.
Because, yeah, maybe she still loves him. And maybe that 'maybe' meant 'definitely'.
Instead, she calmly reached into her back pocket, removing the contents. She held in front of herself, letting him see what it said. Letting him know what it was. He froze at the sight of it.
It was the note. The note he left behind in his cabin. The one she'd found, six years ago.
"I got your message. You have a lot of explaining to do."
If anyone is currently screaming at their phones, tablets, computers, or otherwise... I must be doing something right! Hope you like the Percabeth Reunion... Pt. 1!
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