DISCLAIMER: I don't own PJatO or Avengers.

So, please answer this. Should I try to make an origin story for Percy in this world? Basically his own Marvel 'movie' . a super-villian to fight.

Or should I have him sort of shadow the events that lead into Avengers, and then jump into the spotlight then? Both very much interest me. Final decision is mine, and i'm kind of leaning to his own 'movie', but input is fantastic.

Enjoy:

The next week found Percy in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. He was following his gut on a wild hunch. Some feeling of home was calling out to him. It was something that he hadn't felt in many years; he couldn't place it, but it was more than familiar. The second he had stepped foot into the water, it was like there was a homing beacon in his head. He had been on the other coast ten hours ago, but with his speed in the water, he had made good time even though it wasn't a straight shot to his destination. Now his job was a little harder, as it seemed the beacon in his head was for a very large area. He never stopped moving in his search. Strangely, the weirdest creature he had encountered was just an over-large octopus who quickly fled from Percy's aura. After several hours scouring the ocean floor, he finally decided to rest and think about his next moves. He sat cross-legged on the ocean floor, thinking of what the feeling could be.

Running through his memory in hopes of finding the feeling in his past.The one thing that stuck out was when he was sixteen, almost certain of his death and the destruction of Olympus. He risked having his brain scattered to Hades when he sat on his father's throne. The flood of power he had felt, then the sense of happiness when his father actually listened to his idea and followed it. And then the image Kronos showed him, the gods fighting Typhon, and losing badly. But Poseidon showed up, wielding his... trident. Something pinged in his brain and Percy shot through the water with renewed speed and focus. His heart was pounding furiously at the implications. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him. Nothing but rubble left of a once proud civilization. It looked too similar to what Atlantis was on his homeworld, and the sight of what was left of his father's kingdom in such destruction made him sick to his stomach. But the call of his father's power was still there, reaching out to him.

His eyes scanned the expanse of fallen pillars and buildings, that once were beautiful, now broken down, by what he had no idea. Eventually he forced himself to continue his search, until he found the largest pile of stones. There were broken steps leading into what he knew had been his father's palace. He swam over it, until he felt the force pull at him like a super magnet. His feet touched down, and he started digging through the rubble with his hands, using the water to help get through it quickly. The son of Poseidon, laid eyes on his father's broken throne. It almost looked like something had sliced right through it. An image of Kronos attempting to do exactly that on his Olympus streaming into his brain.

"This is where he faded from this realm."

Percy's head snapped up to look at the woman before him, she looked impossibly old and young at the same time. She wore a chiton that only covered the left part of her chest and flowed down to her ankles. He had seen a different version of her once, when he was twelve, her and her two sisters.

"Why?" He couldn't make himself speak much more at that moment.

The Fate cocked her head.

"Fading is a curious thing. No immortal knows what it means, until it happens, including me. But the reason for fading is much simpler, generally. Either an immortal loses connection with their domains completely, or the belief of them completely disappears. Unfortunately for Poseidon, the latter was the reason he faded. He hid his kingdom in the ocean in his despair. Broke his own throne and practically exploded all of Atlantis."

"But... I can still feel his presence." Percy spoke weakly.

"He is gone from this realm."

"Are there any gods left?"

"Those who never held domains, although what is left of them here is more so spirit than anything corporeal."

"So what am I feeling?" He asked, all hope of having family left in this world leaving him.

"Move his throne, and you wil find the answer. But beware, Percy Jackson. This is your decision. Whether you go down this path, or accept this world as your new home. Take this and your fate is sealed, one way or the other." She made to leave, but Percy stopped her.

"Wait. If the gods existed here too, then do other people exist in multiple worlds?"

"Annabeth Chase lives only in your world, as do you. There are a few mirror images, but no one that you would care to know."

Percy had to close his eyes, as the Fate assumed her true form and disappeared. His gaze landed back on the throne of Poseidon. It was all that stood between him and whatever his father had left behind. The throne was pure marble and had been formed for a being that normally stayed in a ten plus foot form. It was heavy. But it moved like it was helping him, and underneath he found a flawless staircase leading deep under sea level. He started his descent into the darkness that held a spark of light at the end. The power reaching out to him was intoxicating at this point, but he kept moving down.

He reached the room that the stairway led to. On a dais in the middle was Poseidon's trident. The sight brought comfort to Percy's lonely soul. The gold metal shined out enough to illuminate the depictions carved into the walls. There was too much to take in all at once, so he focused on the trident, reaching out to wrap his hand around it.

_

Natasha was really wishing she had just put a bullet between "Percy's" eyes and tested out his invulnerability right then. She could have brought his body back for examination and information. Instead, she was interviewing one of the most average people she had met in a long time. Jesse Stephenson. He had an office job from 9 to 5 and came home to his wife and two children. She was sure there was some charm to the normalcy, but in her life normal was being shot at. Or shooting at someone else. Of course all her thoughts were hidden behind a stoney mask of indifference.

"So what do you need to know, Officer?" Jesse asked, and she could almost feel the anxiety in his voice.

"What do you know about this man?" Natasha held up a photo of a black-haired, green-eyed man that brought recognition to the man's eyes in front of her.

"Um, I saw him on the news. He brought justice to those murderers."

"And you have never seen him before?" She knew he had.

"No ma'am."

"Mr. Stephenson we have video evidence of this man and your stepfather together multiple times over the last year. I find it hard to believe that you've never met or don't at least know something about this man."

"I-I-" He stuttered before sighing. "It's complicated. None of us knew he was capable of... whatever he did at the bank."

"What name did he give you?" He looked up at her for a moment, almost deciding to keep quiet, but he knew Percy would have to understand.

"Percy Jackson. We found him on a fishing trip. There was a crazy storm that came out of nowhere, and disappeared just as fast. As soon as the storm cut out, his body dropped into the water right next to our boat. We brought him to a hospital, quickly became friends after he was dismissed from it. He was helping Don out since that time. Look, Officer, he's been a good man to all of us. My kids love him, he's like an uncle to them, close to a brother to me. He's not a bad person; I won't believe it."

"It doesn't matter what you believe, Mr. Stephenson. What matters is that, Percy Jackson is dangerous and needs to be brought in for questioning. Do you have any information on his current location?" She wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Percy Jackson would have all of SHIELD on his ass next time she found him.

"No. He- he said he was leaving, but didn't say anything on where. Just please, when you find him, well, he hasn't had an easy life. He didn't have to tell us anything for us to know."

"Thank you, Mr. Stephenson. Should you come across any new information do not hesitate to contact me." She handed the man a card with a number that led straight to SHIELD.

"Of course, Officer."

She stepped out of the man's office and out of the building. She tapped her earpiece to call Fury.

"Romanoff." The director's ever harsh voice spoke into her ear.

"Percy Jackson. At least that's the name he gave Don Williams and his family."

"Good work. Anything else we should know?"

"Yes. Jackson and I had an encounter."

"And?"

"He's a confident son of a bitch, for one. But something tells me he has a reason to be. He's also very open with information, whether or not any of it's true. Have his name cross-referenced in any kidnappings involving a man-hunt for a twelve year old and the theft of a police vehicle. He seems rather bitter with law enforcement. Possible Juvenile Detention or prison sentence. Also, most of his body is covered in scar tissue, maybe abused as a child, or tortured later in his life."

"Do I want to know how you know that?"

"He was just getting dressed when I confronted him. Caught with his pants down."

"And where is he now? Do you have him detained?"

"No, sir. He... escaped."

There was a pause.

"Very well, Agent Romanoff. I'll have someone get all information to you when it comes in."

The call cut. She looked at the picture in her hands.

"Why didn't I just shoot you?" The person that was walking passed her, looked at her warily and picked up his pace.

_

Sitting on a random beach, Percy was smiling and laughing as the water in front of him answered every command he gave it with more ease than it ever had. What was once his father's trident, now his, is an extremely powerful weapon and tool. Luckily it had properties that would help him be able to carry it throughout the mortal world. He just had to think of it taking another form and it would follow him. So of course, like riptide, he had it transform into a solid gold pen, that he twirled between his fingers expertly.

"Excuse me? Hello?" A distinctly feminine voice called out to get his attention, but it went unnoticed. "Hmph. I know you can hear me. You're trespassing on private property." Still no reaction.

"Listen, buddy-" She reached to touch his shoulder and this time his neck turned towards her so quickly, she was almost certain he would have whiplash.

"Oh, sorry, shit. I was spaced out, were you talking to me?" He scrambled to get up and face her properly.

"Um. Yeah, You're trespassing and you've been sitting out here for a couple hours now. It's a little creepy."

"Sorry, I didn't even realise there was a house here. I was just thinking; I'll get out of here."

"How did you even end up here?" She asked, suspicions still high.

"I've been wandering around, um, where is here?"

"Malibu. How do you not know where you are?"

"It's been a long two days. I haven't really been paying attention to my location." He started moving to leave again. "Sorry for bothering you."

"Wait. Do you not have a place to stay tonight?" She didn't really know why she wasn't just letting him leave her alone.

"Not yet. Might find a comfy bridge or a nice alley. Got any suggestions?" He smiled easily as he stared at the sunset on the horizon of the water.

"Or maybe I'll find a... less-populated part of the beach and watch the sunset. It was nice to meet you..."

"Sandra."

"Sandra. Thanks for not calling Pest Control on me." He took the pen back out of his pocket and started twirling it again as he walked away and Sandra just watched him leave silently, shaking her head at the weirdness of the stranger.

Percy just kept moving further down the beach, staring at the sunset. He hadn't gotten to see many sunsets in Tartarus.

_

The next day:

Sandra was taking a break. She had inherited a very successful local restaurant from her mother, and her phone had been ringing every two seconds. So now she was taking a walk around the block while scrolling through twitter. Social media wasn't the greatest way to relieve stress, but it took her mind off work so it had its uses. One of the headlines caught her eyes. Mainly because the picture held someone familiar to her. It was about a bank robbery, and the stranger she had met last night was the man in the picture. But he wasn't a bank robber, no. He was something much less believable. He had singlehandedly taken four armed men down, taken rounds to the chest with no protection and walked out the doors perfectly fine. According to the article she found, nothing was known about him, even though his face was shown clear as day. At the bottom, there was a number to call with any information to the mystery man. She leaned back on the building behind her. The stranger had been a killer. Her heart was racing. She knew there was something off about the man, but he seemed nice enough. Was he the same person? He had to be, she had never seen anyone with eyes like that before. It was a perfect match.

So she started dialing the number.

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A.N. Second chapter in the books. So there was a pretty good reaction to the first chapter. 20 follows not bad, thanks.

DragonEmperor: Not really a pairing in this one, not one that will be explored within the story. But Percabeth. They never broke up, neither moved on. Percy never had a chance to. Annabeth has been focused on raising a powerful little legacy on her own.Thanks for reviewing :).

BLKDroid: Thanks for the kind words. As for trying to make perspective more clear (world-switching won't happen anymore, at least for a while) I'll try my best. Normally, I start the perspectives with a line that has the character's name in it, so i don't think it will end up a huge issue. I think it might have been a bit more of an issue since I had a LOT of perspective changes happening in fairly quick succession. And world changing and dream sequences. So I think it will be clear from here on out.

Occasus: Thanks! I find I like to try to write something i havent seen before, or at least put a big enough spin on it to make it mine. I can fully admit to using the plot device Greed720 does with his PJO crossovers of having Percy stay in Tartarus and in one way or another end up in another world. But the idea kind of makes as much sense as world-changing can really get. Hope you liked the new chapter. :)

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