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Springtown, outside Chicago

Charlotte helplessly banged at the door, her hands bound with Sacred Metal. Sacred Metal was silver dipped in the sea, and then dipped in icor. Every time she so much moved her hands, her skin simmered, and she let out a scream. They had found out it wasn't effective on anyone else. Charlotte let out a scream, the sound scraping her throat raw, like sandpaper. She felt vomit rising up in her throat, and threw up on her carpet. This made her hands move a bit, and she let out another scream.

How these guys knew her weakness, she wasn't sure. But tears trickled down her face, and she smelt like puke. Her powers wouldn't work while she was wearing the metal. She moved her hands again, this time ignoring the burn. She could barely keep the scream down.

She fished in her pocket for the spare radio, and switched the channel to Peter's. She held it up, and then pressed it between her shoulder and her ear, then held the button on the side. "Parker, you copy?" She asked, her voice higher than normal. "Yeah-wait, Charlotte?" Peter said from the other side of the intercom. "Yeah. My hands are bound with Sacred Metal; my powers don't work." She said. "Charlotte do you need help?" Peter's voice had made it's way up into a panicked shout. "Yeah. Keep it down? They can't know I have this." She whispered sharply. "I'm in Springtown. Maybe the Greeks have some powers that can teleport." Charlotte heard Peter inhale, and then exhale trying to keep calm. "I'll call Annabeth." He said, after a while. "Okay." Charlotte sighed weakly. She stopped pressing down on the button and let out another scream.

Peter's apartment, Queens

"Annabeth?" Peter asked. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around what was happening; Charlotte could be in danger. She could die. "Yeah? Peter?" Annabeth responded. "Yep. You know anyone that can teleport?" Peter asked nervously. "Yeah, why?"

"Charlotte's in danger."

"Isn't she always in danger?"

"Her hands are bound in Sacred Metal."

"What's that?"

"It starts out as silver, than it's dipped in the sea, and coated in icor from some supernatural being. Maybe it's her own icor; I don't know. All's I know, is every time she's gonna try to move, her skin is going to get burnt, and that's gonna be painful; she's gonna try to keep it together; she's doing a remarkably good job. And her powers don't work while she's wearing them, which means that she can't portal out." Peter explained.

"She can portal?" It was Percy on the phone this time.

"Yeah," Peter sighed. He wanted to cry in a corner, but remembered what Tony had said that one time. "Just, send someone, please?" He asked. "Yeah, Annabeth's on it. Sorry bout Charlotte dude." Percy sighed. "You know, I fell into hell once."

"Really?" Peter sounded doubtful, even to himself. "Yeah." Percy said. "It's called Tarturus. Real shit-show." Percy laughed. Peter smiled a bit. "You know, actually, it was the nicest place I've ever been. We had hot dogs and shit." Peter burst out laughing this time.

Percy Jackson's apartment.

"Nico?" Annabeth asked nervously over the phone. "Nico? Will? Chiron?" She asked. "Right, no phones." She sighed. She shoved her phone in her pocket and went to the window. She took a prism and a Drachma out of her pocket. Sure enough, a rainbow was born. She didn't know how long Charlotte had been trapped, but she kinda wanted to help her. "Oh, Iris-" She started. She felt like the rainbow was sighing. It just kinda appeared there, the call. "Nico?" Annabeth shouted. The short guy turned towards her. "Annabeth?" He asked. His face was of someone that knew too much.

"So..." Annabeth began to tell him the story. The words poured out of her; about the Avenger's, about Charlotte, about the confusing illusion of the battle of New York. Nico frowned. "So, basically, you want me to shadow travel to a save a girl I haven't even met?" Nico asked. He crossed his arms. Annabeth sighed. "Yeah, because you can teleport." Annabeth pursed her lips, wringing her hands while waiting for an answer. "Fine." Nico sighed. "Just know, I won't be happy about it." Nico uncrossed his arms, and they now hanged limply at his sides. "I'll call you back with the address." Annabeth promised. "Wait, no. Charlotte Green? Do you know what a powerful undead radius she has? I could track her!" Nico exclaimed. "Creep," Annabeth muttered. "We are NOT stalking anyone today."

"Aww, that's to bad, really?" said Percy from across the apartment.

"Shut up Percy!" Annabeth shouted. "Bye Nico." She sighed. And with a single swipe of her hand, the call was over.

Avengers HQ

Tony Stark looked at the crowd gathering around.

The room was slowly filling up with Avengers, each one (except Charlotte) gathering around the table in their rightful spot. "So," he said. "We're gonna find Charlotte." A sigh of relief broke out around the room. Everyone must have been holding their breath, waiting for bad news. "But wait. The Greek freaks are gonna show us what they've got!" He spread his hands out in a wide gesture and nodded sarcastically, noticing the glares around the room. He felt if Charlotte was here, she'd go up and slap him in the face.

"So, we'll get her back. But when?" Peter asked. Tony thought he was taking this pretty calmly. "Soon." Tony announced. "Soon." He repeated under his breath.

Enemy base

"I don't understand, m'lady." The President nervously rubbed his shoulders. "You will save the country, rid the world of other supernatural beings, then what?" He questioned. "Of course you don't, mortal." Gaea hissed. He screamed as vines grew over him, forcing him on his knees.

"Go, mortal."