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Charlotte's apartment, Queens.

Charlotte Green looked at the bare walls of her bedroom.

She lived in Queens, her apartment complex not too far away from Peter's, actually. They even went to the same school. Charlotte felt the elecricity bubble up in her hands, and she hastily wiped them off on her jeans.

She wondered what the demigods would be doing now.

Probably doing something cool, like fighting monsters. Or maybe they had just rented a apartment and sat staring at the walls like Charlotte.

Charlotte felt like the latter was a bit more accurate, but despite her mind skills, she didn't quite know everything.

Charlotte was born with powers. She had written them down on a piece of paper she kept tucked in her nightside drawer, along with a photograph of her and Peter.

Charlotte crawled on her hands and knees towards the bedside table and removed the paper from the drawer. She was seven when she had written this, and her writing was barely legible, just like any other seven-year-olds. But, she had remembered to use proper grammar and spelling. It read:

My name is Charlotte Green. I'm seven and I live in Queens. I have powers. Here's a list:

Time (I can stop it, reverse it, but it takes a lot of energy. Sometimes I faint, or I have to go to the ER because it looks like I'm having a seizure. I guess I kinda do.)

Portals (anywhere, anytime. Takes up energy.)

Mind (Illusions, reading it, controlling it, making you feel different emotions, giving you new thoughts, messing with your dreams, communicating through dreams, ect.)

Healing (I can do it. How much energy it takes up really depends the on the size of the wound.)

Controlling the shadows. (I can move them, bend them into something else, ect)

Purple lightning (Mommy is afraid of this one, along with the mind one. Sometimes, when I get mad, I shock people.)

Bringing the dead back. (This one gives me headaches.)

And that's it.

Charlotte smiled just looking at it. It was fun to read a list of her powers, but not to be reminded by her seven-year-old-self of the more destructive traits. And, maybe her seven-year-old-self, even with her messy and scrawly penmanship was none the wiser than her fifteen-year-old self.

Percy Jackson's apartment, Manhattan.

Percy Jackson assumed, his knowledge the least of what Tony Stark had told him, that mortals in 2012, saw the chaotic fight between the Avengers and Loki.

But, that wasn't what happened.

The mist may have covered Kronos and his armies up, but that didn't mean that something chaotic wouldn't be sprung up from that. In the midst of Gaea just starting to rise, a snake trying to swallow the sun, and Loki trying to destroy the world, the mortals saw a confused reality; the snake-like alien monsters were supposed to represent Apophis; Loki, well, he represented himself, and the war itself represented the Greek war below the mist. And, better yet, the Avengers had actually helped the Greeks win.

It almost confused Percy as much as red waffles.

Sally Jackson, Percy's mother, set down a plate of warm, blue chocolate cookies on the table. Percy swiftly picked one out, and swatted away Hazel's hand as she tried to grab the one Percy was going in for. Annabeth gave him a look, both her eyebrows raising, while Percy took a bite from his cookie. "So," Sally asked. She nervously rubbed her arms. "I guess you're all crashing here. Percy, help me set up extra mattresses, the pull out couch, extra bunk and futon? I was prepared in case something like this ever happened." Percy's mother beckoned, and Percy set off to help.

"So," Annabeth said, grabbing a cookie. "Something seems off about those Avenger guys." Frank nodded at Annabeth's suggestion. "Like, yeah, they have powers too. But, they seem... too cautious." Frank added. "Well, maybe their trying to hide their identity's?" Jason asked. Piper shrugged. "Maybe." she took another cookie. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but that Charlotte girl makes me feel weird. She's supernatural to the point she feels really ancient and powerful, even though she's like, fifteen." Leo said. Everyone nodded again.

"It certainly is something to discuss," added Annabeth. A sickening feeling had started to grow in her stomach. She really felt like Charlotte was a good person at heart. She wanted to be Charlotte's friend, if only Charlotte would let her.

Springtown, outside Chicago.

"Hey, Green, you there? Green, do you copy" A voice asked over the radio. Charlotte perched on the window seal. The device was in her ear. "Yeah. I copy. Also, I'm Doctor, not Green." she sighed.

Inside was a man watching the news. Apparently some sort of earthquake had happened in Mexico. "Yeah, sorry Doctor." the voice apologized. Charlotte nodded. "So, what am I supposed to do?" Charlotte asked in a hushed whisper. "Just, get information on what he calls the catastrophe act. Pretend to be a member." she voice sighed.

Charlotte soundlessly opened a small portal, and disappeared into his bedroom, where she landed with a soft thump. But, judging by the silence and dronning on of the T.V, he didn't hear.

Charlotte opened the door to the living room. It was hard to believe half an hour ago she was staring at her bedroom wall, reading a note by her seven-year-old self, and now she was on a mission.

They hadn't given her information, but despite her mind-reading abilities, she wasn't one to pry. She prided herself on not being nosy.

She looked at the man, sitting on the chair, his eyes unopened. The remote sat untouched on the table beside her.

Charlotte crept closer and slapped him in the face.

She could feel the area around him, as a dead atmosphere. Had he given up his soul to someone?

She felt his wrist for a pulse.

Nothing.

This man, sitting on the chair, who appeared to be only sleeping, was dead.

Charlotte looked at his chest, and peeled off a note.

In messy handwriting, it read:

"You're next, Doctor."

And then, a man dressed in all black dropped from the ceiling.