"So... why are we doing this?"
Annabeth groaned at him.
It was pretty simple.
While the Justice League was kicking ass and taking names, she and the rest of the so called "Super Seven" (Yeah, she wasn't a fan of the fucking name either.) had detected two objects hurtling towards earth, at speeds rivaling the Man of Steel and the Fastest Man Alive. It was probably an asteroid or something, but since they were "still-in-training", they weren't allowed to do any of the cool stuff.
It was a pretty fast asteroid though.
Annabeth turned to Leo. "Because Batman told us to."
"Alright," Leo conceded "I know that. But... like, why are we doing it. Isn't this, like a job for the military?"
Nico appeared next to Leo, in a wreath of shadows, with a scowl on his face.
Annabeth honestly didn't know what to think about the kid. Bruce had brought him in one day, and neither of them had answered any of Luke's, Dick's, Tim's or her questions. Unlike the rest of them, the kid was a meta. He had some pretty freaky powers. Shadow teleportation, light geokinesis and some amount of necromancy. He'd taken to Bruce like a fucking fish took to the water. The kid even had the balls to quote Bruce to Dick. To Dick. The last person to quote Bruce to Dick had ended up hanging off of a tower in Bludhaven.
"If Batman said to do it." He said with the criminal bat-family-patented criminal-death-stare-look, that they'd all mastered. "We're doing it."
Leo raised his hands in surrender before floating inside of the open cargo bay. He pressed his hand to the base of the helmet where the comm's button was. "Hazel, how's it looking from down there?" They waited for a few moment's before the garbled reply came back. "The blips are... two minutes out, you should see them in a few minutes ."
"Alright... thanks." Leo replied before closing the channel. "Annabeth, ya mind checking the measurement's for the guns? I don't want any fragment's getting past us."
She grunted in assent and swam through the vast void of space towards the starboard guns of the Argo II. She quickly ran some calculations through her head, measuring their rough distance and the angle they were positioned back, before calling her approval back to Leo.
The crackle of static buzzed in her ear and Hazel's voice chirped in. "Eyes up, guys!" she warned.
Annabeth turned to see two streaks of gold zooming towards them. Shit. Those definitely weren't asteroids.
"Leo!" She yelled into the mic. "Fire! Fire now!"
Leo's voice came back breathy and nervous. "Wait, the gun's are loading, wh-what's wrong?"
"Fire the fucking guns!" she screamed. The only reason she could see them was because of Wonder Woman's Amazon blessing, but they were definitely there. And they were coming. Fast. She drew her sword, that she had taken from the corpse of the drakon-queen and slung her shield off of her back.
"Contact the league!" she said, as she pushed off of the Argo II as hard as she could. Her power's weren't much compared to Superman, or any of the more powerful members of the League, but she'd held her own against Darkseid. She had some shit to her. She blasted off of the armored ship into the vacuum of space towards the side to avoid the streaks who were getting closer and closer every second.
"Leo! Nico! Get off of-"
Then WHOOSH, both streak's blew past her and smashed through the Argo II like it was paper. That fucking ship had taken a direct hit from the Purple Death Ray: the Amazon's death beam, and a whole lotta other shit, and the streak had managed to blow right through it. She flew into the shattered, rapidly disintegrating remains of the ship, through a hole into where the galley had been. Annabeth had lived out of the Argo II for two years by now. And it had been destroyed. Frozen and shattered bits and pieces of food, mugs and ceramic floated around aimlessly as she drifted through the galley with an increasingly horrified feeling in her stomach. The living room, and the engine room weren't in much better shape and if Annabeth had been paying attention, she would have noticed that her comm's were buzzing relentlessly.
The pit in her stomach widened as she approached the door to the cargo hold. She wrenched it aside with enough strength to bring down an elephant to see the site of what looked like a puréed human. The remains of Leo Valdez (If you could call them that) consisted off miscellaneous scraps of bone and flesh. A finger here, a chunk of brain there. She resisted the urge to throw up, and pushed the hot tears down. Grieving would come later. She pushed through the cloud of frozen blood with a glimmer of disgust running through her hands, only to see Nico Di Angelo's decapitated head floating around haphazardly.
She threw up into her helmet.