Hello everyone! Welcome to my new (and ambitious project). The end of Wandavision (no spoliers, I swear) inspired me to pursue this storyline with our favorite heroes. I won't do an exact recreation, but it'll be heavily inspired by it. Please feel free to leave any feedback and comments! I'd love to hear them.

The plot is heavily inspired by Marvel and the characters belong to Rick Riordan!

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Present day, Zone C.

Singing.

Birds singing.

Three simple yet beautiful notes.

Annabeth knew them very well. They were the notes that had greeted her the first morning at the house.

Their house.

She allowed herself to return slowly to consciousness, following the rhythm of the birds. It wasn't easy, since it seemed as she had been submerged in a deep state of sleep during the night. But she didn't mind. Her brain felt brand new, ready to start a wonderful day at home.

Their home.

As she grew more and more aware, she felt the rays of sunshine filtering through her eyelids. She tried moving her body so she could be in a face-up position, but her limbs were reluctant to obey her commands. For a moment they were heavy and sore, as if they had just gone through a war…

But that was silly.

She was at home. She was safe.

Her muscles suddenly obliged, now relaxed and nimb. She took a moment to appreciate the feeling of warmness and comfort, given to her by the bed. The birds continued to sing and were now joined by the sound of the windchime being caressed by the streams of wind that were promenading by the window.

It was almost perfect.

Annabeth just needed something else.

The most important thing.

Problem was, she didn't know what that thing was.

There was a sudden spike of pain inside her head, but it was quickly subdued. Something inside her warned her that she needed to stay focused on the now. And that's exactly what she planned to do.

Finally, she opened her eyes.

Their room was as perfect as always. Just as she had always imagined it. Simple, elegant and clean. The wooden floor shined effortlessly, the library had all the books organized alphabetically, all the clothes were stocked properly on the closet, and the window was slightly open, letting the fresh air in.

Then why couldn't she breathe?

Nonsense, a voice said inside her head. She just needed to breathe deeply.

Annabeth sat gracefully on her bed before standing up and heading towards the window. Opening it fully, she poked her head out and tried inhaling the morning air. By the look of the neatly kept garden outside her window, she had expected to sense the aroma of spring but for a moment nothing arrived.

It has to be perfect.

She sighed of relief when the scent of lavender mixed with alyssum reached her nose. It was a marvelous morning, of a wonderful day. She just needed to relax and remember that there was nothing to worry about.

She had the perfect life, after all.

Annabeth, practical as she was, wasted no time washing and organizing herself. She looked at herself in the mirror as she carefully picked her hair up in an organized bun. With her abundance of curls, she had used several bobby pins to keep everything in place. She verified one last time that her long skirt had no wrinkles, and that her spotless white shirt was rightly tucked in. She looked elegant and professional, as she had always had since they had arrived in town…

As she looked at her gray eyes in the mirror, everything seemed to stop for a few seconds. She touched her face carefully, as if looking for the minimum sign of something wrong. But it was the same face she had stared at every morning since…well since they had arrived in town. And that was quite a while ago.

She saw herself frown for an instant.

They?

But of course! Her husband and her. He should have been downstairs preparing breakfast before going to work. Just then, she noticed in the reflection of the mirror, the other side of the bed where she had slept in. It was undone.

She sighed with relief before shaking her head. How could she have forgotten her beloved husband? Annabeth looked one last time at her reflection in the mirror. She just was not in her mind when she was alone. She needed company…right?

Right.

She smiled with confidence at her reflection before turning around and exciting their perfect room. She walked through the narrow hallway, passing the closed door of the studio, and then descending the old wood and vintage stairs. They creaked under the weight of her body, and as she stepped on the last one, anticipation started building up in her chest. The sound of crockery clinking made her freeze just outside kitchen. Her heart started beating faster at the thought of seeing her husband.

Why am feeling like this, she wondered. I see him every day. The butterflies should have been over by now. But was it really butterflies what she was feeling? Or was it the cause of her nerves something else? No. There was no other reason. She was just being paranoid.

Taking a deep breath, Annabeth finally stepped into the kitchen with a firm pace.

"Good morning," she said, trying to keep her voice from breaking. Her husband was doing the dishes, his back turned to her. Something inside her had deflated when she noticed the brown locks on his head. She sighed. Why did she always expect to see black ones?

He turned on his heels and the little hope in Annabeth's chest faded away. He was a tall and cleanly shaved man with brown kind eyes. He was wearing a grey suite, as he always did. His jacket was hanging from one of the table's chairs. Surely, he had placed it there, to prevent it from getting wet. "Good morning," he replied with a beaming smile. He grabbed a towel from the counter and dried his hands. "I hope I didn't wake you up while I moved around the kitchen."

"You didn't," she replied, swallowing her disappointment. She gave him a polite smile. "Hope you slept well?"

"I did," he said, guarding his distance from her, but still giving her his perfect smile. He grabbed his jacket from the chair and pointed to the table where a neatly placed dish full of eggs and bacon was still steaming. "I made some breakfast for you. I'm sorry I can't sit down and keep you company, but I'm already late to work…"

"It's alright," Annabeth said looking at the clock on top the stove. It was 8:30 am. He was always late at this time, but she never said anything about it. "You get going now. You don't want to cause a bad impression." It was what she always said.

"Of course," he agreed. He walked towards her and Annabeth turned her head so he could leave a small kiss on her cheek, and then he crossed the living room and grabbed a fedora hat from the rack. "See you at dinner".

Annabeth nodded once and waved him off until the front door closed behind him. She sighed. She hoped that morning would have been different. But then again, she had hoped the morning after. And after that. And after…

Still, she never let the feeling stop her from enjoying her peaceful and calm life. Annabeth grabbed a white mug and poured herself a cup of coffee. She leaned into the counter and watched the breakfast with a little bit of contempt. Eggs and bacon. As usual.

Closing her eyes, she thought about wanting to change it. She felt a little tug in her chest and when she opened her eyes again, a plate full of pancakes and a bottle of syrup were placed in the exact spot where the eggs and bacon were.

She tilted her head as her grey eyes inspected them.

Blue pancakes.

What an odd choice for her brain.

Without giving it much thought, Annabeth ate her breakfast in peace as she read the newspaper her husband had left for her on table. As always, the titular praised the new building in New Athens designed by Annabeth herself. She had the habit of reading it and then critiquing her own work, so she could do better the next time. That day, the new library was being analyzed by the members of the city's council. They were saying how magnificent the building was. No feedback, no constructive criticism…just praises.

She was after all, the one who had given life to New Athens, since…

Well, since she first came, of course.

Annabeth's mind grew with excitement again at the prospect of having the whole day again to design whatever she wanted. She was considering presenting a project of a new Acropolis. She had built the current version herself, but after much thinking there were already a few details she wanted to change.

So, after doing the dishes and grabbing her purse, Annabeth was ready to go to work and have a productive day…

As it always was.

Present day, Monitoring Camp outside of Zone C.

Lucas watched, in his monitor, as Annabeth left the house and said hi to her neighbors before grabbing her car and leaving for her workday. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He hated when it was black and white broadcast type of day.

"What time did she choose today?" a woman's voice asked behind him.

"The fifties," he replied, turning to greet Agatha, his boss.

Agatha smiled knowingly, as she grabbed a rolling chair and put it next to Lucas's. "She has a preference for old tv shows. I decided to leave that trait when I rummaged around her brain," she announced proudly.

"Let's hope is enough to keep her in her blissful state," Lucas said fixing his attention on the monitor.

Agatha dismissed his remark. "Don't worry. The world is specially designed to be her dreamed one. She'd never want to leave. I'm making sure of that."

The senior witch was especially proud of her work. She had managed to fool a daughter of Athena, into believing a faked world was real. That only showed how powerful and witty she could be, even without being a Greek goddess. Those deities would have to eat their immense egos sooner or later.

Lucas though, wasn't convinced. "She didn't like the new husband."

Agatha looked at her nails, unpreoccupied. "Of course, she doesn't. I can't give her anything that has a minimum resemblance to the outer world, or otherwise she'd realized it's all fake. If I were to give her the man, she was really in love with…"

"You mean the Poseidon boy?" Lucas asked, with a tinge of nervousness in his voice. Their coven wasn't ignorant of all the near-end-of-the-world events that had happened in the last years. He, himself, knew very well the stories, and he didn't want to image what could happen if all those powerful heroes would come to kick their butts for kidnapping a dear friend.

"We didn't kidnap her," Agatha corrected him, having read his thoughts. "If something we're protecting herself and the world from her newfound powers. After all, the Chaos magic is not something to be played with…" she said with a little bit of resentment on her words. If she had been the one to find the damn stone first…

She continued, "Besides, it's better to keep a low profile. It's taking a lot of energy from me to keep this place working and hidden from the world. Just imagine if I had to create a water-bending character," she sighed. "That'd be too much work!"

Lucas kept looking at the screen, still unsure of their decisions. "She's using more and more her powers. She changed her breakfast in the blink of an eye."

Agatha let out a roar of laughter. "Oh please," she said, as she tried to calm herself down. "Let the little witch play with her food. It'd take years and years of experience to learn how to use Chaos magic. She'd never be able to open that door if she wanted too. Besides, she's too busy living her own fairy tale to try it." The senior witch stood up and said, "I'll recast a new husband for tomorrow. Meanwhile, keep her watched. Notify me if anything out of the ordinary happens."

"Yes, ma'am," replied Lucas. As he heard her steps going further way, Lucas took a sip from his soda and focused on the smiling Annabeth arriving to work. She had been having the same boring routine for the last month, with only minor modifications. He wondered when would everything start going downhill, because he had the feeling in his heart that Annabeth Chase was the worst person to have arrived to the Chaos stone first….