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So, I'm kind of updating earlier than I normally do for two reasons:

1.) I was suddenly super excited to get back to this story.

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I just barely finished this chapter ten minutes ago from when I'm writing 'this' (gestures to bolded AN stuff), and I'm kind of excited for you to read it. Of course, there will be new POV's- and I might actually bring back one or two of my own characters, although it might just be more of a 'Stan Lee' Cameo kind of thing... ;)

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Nico:

Thalia had eaten way too much junk at the theater.

Nico was well versed in the ways of saving money (seeing as he hadn't received a full scholarship to New Rome University). He understood that when you can't cook, you buy cheap. And, yeah, his dad was the richest man (god, whatever) alive, but college- big leagues. Take away the fact he didn't even graduate high school, and you can bet getting into college had been hard.

He was twenty now, which was just- unbelievable. He'd reached Jason-height- 6 foot zero. He was a Freshman in college- worth repeating -and the whole world didn't seem so bleak and depressing most days. At least, he was kept a close eye on by his doctor, in case that changed.

Oh, Will Solace was his doctor, too.

And if Nico had been smart, he would've contacted his doctor when the symptoms of kidnapping became apparent. He wanted to call his doctor now, considering Thalia was on an all-time sugar high.

Well, a sugar crash now.

"I can't take it anymore!" Thalia groaned between Jason and Reyna, propping her arms on their much-taller-than-she-could-reach shoulders. They shrugged her off, but she kept trying to lift herself higher and higher. "Someone needs to carry me! I feel like I'm going to throw up!"

Piper, who stood between Rachel and himself, put a hand on her stomach. Nico immediately winced when seeing the snarl on the daughter of Aphrodite's face. Will was Piper's doctor, and Nico was well aware that Piper wasn't holding down food like she used to. "Woman up." She muttered between her teeth.

Thalia might've been a whiny eternal fifteen-year-old, but her huntress training kept her ears sharp. She immediately turned Jason's wife. "Did you say something?"

Nico heard Jason sigh loudly, but tugged Thalia by the hand. "It doesn't matter. Why did you buy so much junk food?" He asked, pulling her along. His older (but not really) sister began walking normally, and with obvious ease now, made Nico remember why he preferred Percy over her as a cousin. She was so dramatic.

… I mean, so was Percy, but at least he made it look good.

"I assumed, little brother, that we were moving straight to the harbor and waiting nine hours before taking the ferry. So I figured I'd take a nap after eating." She scoffed. "And go figure that idiot got us a fancy dinner reservation. Typical." She said, and wow, this was the most interaction he'd heard from her since they left San Francisco bay.

"I'm still hungry." Reyna admitted casually.

"Same." Rachel chorused, and everyone let out their own confirmations of hunger. Thalia huffed, tugging her hand out of Jason's.

"We'll go to the restaurant, but I want everyone to be careful-"

"It's not like we're in any danger." Thalia said. "Whatever Jackson's plan is for us, he's keeping us safe. Haven't you seen the metal-what-evers?" She asked.

Rachel nodded. "They killed a flock of gryphons while we were on the plane from JFK. You saw them too?"

Nico nodded. "Something following the cruise ship from California. We figured it was big, and we thought we were about to need some serious reinforcements when they fell out of the sky and slammed into whatever it was." He said, recalling the moment. Eight or nine foot tall bronze bullets, hitting the water like artillery shells. Nico had never seen anything like it.

Reyna nodded. "And they haven't left, either. Thalia can still see them sometimes."

The huntress nodded. "I don't know if it's the enhanced senses, but I keep catching glimpses of them. They were circling the cruise ship we were on."

"I imagine they're circling the town now." Reyna said. "Waiting for a monster to try something."

"Three children of the Big Three." Jason said. "We must be causing a buffet line to form if they can still smell us."

"They're around here." Nico assured. "But they're scared of us. Too much power for them to handle."

"Maybe we'll get lucky, and every monster in the universe will realize we aren't worth the trouble." Piper said, waving her hands around. "Highly doubtful."

"Especially when you're carrying a passenger." Thalia said, glancing behind her at the bump. "You're like, twice the meal." She said with the same attitude Thalia always seemed to take on.

"Gee. Thanks." Piper said dryly.

"No problem."

Jason pointed ahead of them, to the biggest building on the street. "There's the museum. Thirty minutes, then we need to leave for food."

"Thirty minutes to walk this off." Thalia muttered, looking down at her stomach. Nico felt his lips twitch- a miracle that seemed to occur more and more each day.

"You have to admit, it's a little interesting." Reyna said, bumping Nico with her hip. He pretended he didn't notice, instead choosing to scowl into his brochure. Did you know Prince of Wales Island was experiencing one of the largest Salmon runs in history since the eighteen hundreds? Nico didn't. He tried not to look too angry at the information.

"It is." Piper said, looking over the current exhibit they were in. The museum wasn't anywhere close to big, but it was decent. Three or four rooms filled with stuff about the town, the islands, the native people… Nico didn't say it, but he agreed. The culture was always cool.

Better dead, but cool.

Nico knew too many dead people from dead cultures to not find the subject intriguing. And so maybe he'd used some dead-summoning skills to talk to actual victims of Custard's last stand when he had to write a paper in History. A few chicken nuggets, some candles, a full moon, and boom!

He liked dead things, and he understood that everything has to die eventually. His history grade included. What he enjoyed the most about these ancient cultures was the fact he didn't have to learn about it from museums, or textbooks. He had the actual people. So, yeah.

But glancing up from his brochure to see a taxidermied chipmunk staring back wasn't the same. He preferred the animated skeletons.

"Gold rushes, timber logging, and salmon fishing." Thalia said, uninterested. Nico hadn't missed the way she'd only lingered on a certain exhibit for more than twenty seconds. "Yep. Glad I was born in the twenty first century." She muttered.

"I'd be more impressed if that wasn't staring at me." Grover said skittishly, his eyes darting every which way in an attempt to avoid the owl that sat in the nook of the room. He didn't seem to appreciate the taxidermy.

Was it bad Nico considered making the bird move with his powers? That might be taking it a bit far.

'Will might find it funny.' He thought, then immediately knew he shouldn't do it. Will Solace was a bad influence.

"It's a little over the top." Jason said, looking at the photographs of the Island before it had been developed or modernized. Nico had to look between Jason's slow, methodical viewing process and Thalia's rushed need to 'get to the good stuff'. Nico wondered what she was looking for in all of this.

Probably bows.

"I mean, it's still cool, but I think Cherokee is better than Tlingit, Haida or Tsimshian." He said casually, and Nico had to raise an eyebrow. Jason cast his wife a flirtatious glance before continuing on and Nico felt his lips twitch again. Piper remained at his side, kissing his cheek.

Was Jason… flirting with his wife… while they were on a quest?

Nico didn't even want to know where that could lead. He decided to stick himself to Reyna's side. At least she didn't have any man holding her down, or on a quest that she could flirt with.

Well… To be fair, neither did Thalia or Rachel, but Reyna was like his sister, and he kept his sisters close. No… Drifting apart like what happened with Bianca. He went to speak, but Reyna beat him to the punch. "Those two are the absolute worst." She muttered, and Nico could only nod in agreement.

The entire group was already moving into the next room (were no doubt Thalia was already done skimming through) when Nico realized he couldn't see a single red hair on any of his group's head. He turned in a full circle, spotting her all the way near the beginning of the exhibit.

She looked… Relaxed.

Or maybe not at all. Nico didn't understand girls all that well. A few dead ones, maybe.

Her hands rested on the railing that sat in front of her, lightly gripping the metal. She was leaning forward, head tilted slightly to the left. Nico couldn't see her face, but he noticed she was much paler than usual. Or maybe that was just her knuckles straining against the light grip. Nico walked over, cautiously.

"Rachel?" He asked. She gave no answer.

Nico saw what she was looking at, and was slightly on edge. It was some sort of model structure, a replica of an ancient native home. Drying racks with bits of fake fish, a campfire, and various assorted tools and utensils. But what Rachel seemed completely mesmerized by was the wax model woman that sat in the middle.

Nico had to shiver. He could handle taxidermy. It was strange, and the idea of turning a pet or animal into a trophy felt wrong to him, but he didn't judge too harshly. He talked to some of those dead owners. And he'd commanded skeletons of hundreds of different creatures before. But wax statues was where he drew the line. He would never be caught dead or alive, willing taking photographs of wax people. Nope, no way in Tartarus.

Nico immediately looked away. He tried not to focus on the imitation of life in front of him. He focused instead on his friend. He went to put a hand on her shoulder. "Rachel, we're already-"

Nico recoiled when he heard the hissing in his ears, like a thousand cars losing tire pressure all at once. Rachel didn't even move, still keeping eye contact with the wax.

"Rachel." Nico said, grabbing both of her shoulders and shaking her lightly. She jumped back, apparently 'out' of whatever she'd just been 'in'. Or maybe it was the other way around? He shook his head, trying to clear it. He'd been with Will for too long. He was become as inquisitive (and annoying) as the son of Apollo.

Rachel was shaking her head as well. "Huh? Sorry, sorry." She muttered, looking past Nico and towards the door. "We're already in the next room, right?" She asked, and began walking without so much as looking at Nico. He watched her leave, completely befuddled.

When she was gone, and Nico was left alone, he quickly glanced at the label on the plaque that rested on the railing she'd been clutching.

"Ancient Native Tsimshians believed that the islands were bestowed with the power of the Earth itself, and that some were able to use this power, and even manipulate it to control weather. Many hunters and fishers visited these people, asking for guidance and for good conditions and safe travel." Nico whispered to himself.

He didn't stick around for much longer. In fact, he nearly sprinted from the room.

"Of course this place isn't vegetarian-friendly." Piper grumbled, picking at her meager salad while the others dug into huge portions of crab, oyster soup, and so many other different kinds of food that Nico was getting full just watching the others. Which was fine, because he couldn't bring himself to eat a bite of whatever Reyna had ordered for him. He was too distracted to care.

"You're telling me." Grover said, also picking at his salad. It was the only real 'vegetarian-friendly-or-whatever' food on the menu. Even compared to Reyna's Cesar Chicken salad, it was pretty sad. "Why are they so small?"

Jason, who was happily munching on his crab legs, dipping his food in butter, smiled cheekily at his wife. "You know, crab doesn't even taste like beef. It doesn't even taste like meat-"

Piper threw cauliflower at her husband, and Thalia snorted into her oyster soup when it hit him square in the face. She wiped away the strings on her chin, sending both Nico and Reyna a violent death glare. They politely returned to their own food, not mentioning it. "Not happening." She grumbled, sticking with her salad. Grover made a noise of agreement in the back of his throat.

"Put enough butter on it and it all tastes the same…" Jason murmured, loud enough that everyone could hear.

Another cauliflower. More snorting, more death glares. Nico took a sip of his coke (diet, another thing Will had brainwashed into him).

"It's good." Piper said, still frowning. "It's just small, like Grover said. We might still need to get pizza after this-"

Jason nodded. "In a few hours. We still have seven and a half of them until we leave, and then another five on the ferry to the last island." He said, stuffing his face with crab meat. Nico's own crab legs looked kind of freaky, long and spindly. He was reminded of when Percy told some of the younger campers about him fighting a giant crap. They'd eaten the story up with the same vigor of Jason and his legs.

Nico tried not to look at Rachel. She was sipping her oyster soup by the spoonful, not speaking.

Thalia grunted, now very much not full of sugar. She was back to being the Bad-A, no crap from anyone Thalia Grace. Not dramatic of all, of course. "He sure is taking his sweet time, getting us to wherever he wants us. Do you think he's stalling us for some reason?" She asked.

"We've only been gone from camp for a day and a half." Piper whispered, picking at her food before scooping up a decent chunk and munching loudly. They waited patiently for her to stop chewing before she spoke again. "Maybe he's waiting for the camps to notice? I mean, they probably have, but still."

"Waiting for what? Artemis probably tracked me all the way to the border. I wouldn't be surprised if the hunters are getting ready to press into the islands." Thalia said, lips puckered.

Jason frowned. "I thought Alaska was off limits? Do you guys normally push this far North?" He asked. Thalia shook her head.

"On very few occasions. We hunt the bigger monsters, and they don't exactly like anywhere South of Yellowstone. I've only ever been a few miles in, and Artemis isn't allowed to go anywhere near the borders, but yeah, we've gone this far. Farther, actually." She said.

"Like how you gather with the Amazons in South America. You aren't bound by the borders Demigods are set." Reyna said.

Thalia gave Reyna a smile. Nico always wondered why they seemed more like sisters than Jason was her actual brother. He guessed it was because of how alike they were- right down to being spited by men.

Nico hoped he didn't lose this one to the hunters, like before.

"Demigods- weak. I spent most of my childhood running. No camps, no boundaries. Only places with a few monsters to hunt, and places with a lot of monsters to hunt." She said.

"You also lost a lot of time being stuck in a tree because of monsters hunting you, if I remember correctly." Nico said, taking a bite of his crab. Thalia's expression morphed into stone, but her eyes gave her away. Nico could see her eyes charging up, like she was about to unleash some god-worthy tantruming.

"Trying to say something, Zombie Breath?" She asked. The others stopped eating, as if sensing the tension. Nico guessed it wasn't hard to see. Two children of the Big Three, duking it out over a few words. Their parents were the same way.

"You had friends. Luke and Annabeth. You had family." He said. "It's easy to say that you were strong when you had others to draw strength from. Even when you were back, you had Annabeth, and Percy- the Hunters, later on. Were you ever really alone?"

Thalia's spoon was held in a white-knuckled hand. "Why does it matter?"

Nico dipped his crab in the butter, and it was actually really good. He'd have to get the chefs in Erebus learn how to make this stuff. "Did you ever just run, no thoughts in your mind of where you were going? Just the need to get away? Alone, with only your thoughts?" He asked.

"What, like you?" She retorted. "Running because you had your little crush and couldn't stand that Percy was only human and couldn't save Bianca?"

Ouch.

Nico had to take a few deep breaths. He'd started it, but that was a low blow. Bianca would always be a low blow.

Had he pushed her away? Or did she just leave him?

He should've been the one to go, not Percy.

"It was out of weakness that I ran. She'd just died, and Percy couldn't save her, and I blamed her. Because she left me for Artemis, a woman she'd just met a week before. I was her brother- barely a teen." He said. "Just- don't call it weak, deciding that some people would rather live with other people that don't share the same views." He said.

'Where is this coming from?' He asked himself. He couldn't be sure.

"She didn't just chicken out from being your big sister." Thalia defended. "She just…"

"What, didn't want me holding her back? And she thought that an immortal band of man-hating hunters would be a good enough excuse for… dumping me at camp?" He asked, wishing he could get an answer.

Reyna put a hand on his shoulder. "Nico, everyone has to forge their own path in life. No one is saying that staying at camp is weak." She looked directly at Thalia, her eyebrow raised. "And no one is saying that joining the Hunt is weak, either. Got it?" She looked between the two of them, and although he was still a bit angry he wasn't as mad as he'd been moments ago. "Good. Drop it, both of you."

Thalia crossed her arms. "I'd still take being in the hunt any day, when the other option is playing tourist and summer camp every year."

Nico raised his hand, pointing at himself. "On my way towards my college degree, and in a relationship with a hottie. Can't say I'd trade that for immortality."

Suddenly, before Thalia could retort, Jason sat up, face palming. "Oh, gods… Tourists."

"What about them?" Thalia asked, arms crossed. She clearly hadn't 'dropped it'.

"Johnny Depp and Angelina Jolie. The Movie." He said, not uncovering her face. "Rachel, what's your favorite movie? The one you told Percy was your favorite?"

The redhead, who hadn't spoken since thanking the waiter for bringing her food, blinked her wide eyes at the rest of them. "I'm sorry, what do you mean?" She asked. "From… five years ago?"

"Yes! Exactly!" Jason said excitedly, putting a finger on his nose like they were playing charades. "We're… we're playing his stupid prom idea!" Jason whispered.

Nico blinked. Jason wasn't sounding like Jason. He mentally reached out to see if he could feel any Eldeions in the general area. Specifically, around the Son of Jupiter. "Jason, what're you talking about?"

"This was his plan from the beginning… Like, I wouldn't be surprised if this was his plan from day one of… I guess banishment…" Jason said, pushing his hair up his forehead. Piper went to check his temperature.

"Honey, are you alright?" She asked, and it was the most serious question he'd ever heard from Piper before. Ever. "Maybe you need to use the restroom? We could get to go boxes-" She began, using a calming tone. Nico didn't have to be a genius to know that she was channeling some serious charmspeak into her tone.

He seemed too excited to even hear her words. "No, he wouldn't- But he totally WOULD-"

Thalia went with a more direct approach, pinching his arm. He yelped, jumping in his place and looking at his sister. "Talk in slooooow, simple sentences." Thalia mocked, her lips elongating the words as she spoke. "What are you going on about?"

Jason took a deep breath. "Okay, it was before his big crash- while I was on my way to Chicago to check on that temple for the wind spirits." He began. "And Percy was super excited, because Homecoming was coming up and he wanted to make it special to make it up to Annabeth for all the other stuff they'd been missing-"

"But he stuffed her locker full of candy, Jason. I was there, remember?" Piper said, taking a hold of her husband's arm. He shook his head fast enough that it probably looked like he had whiplash.

"Yeah, but that was because I convinced him to wait until Prom, because then Piper and I would be in town, and he was planning a movie-themed abduction sort-of thing where we would all sit down and watch our favorite movies-"

Rachel was nodding, too. "He was going to dress up like her favorite movie character." Rachel said, though her voice was small. "Then that boy from his chemistry class was going to be my date, and you were going with Piper-"

Jason clapped his hands once, very much energetic passed the point of it being normal. People were starting to glance at their table. "Exactly! And he had myself and that other guy in on it. We were using your favorite movies. Which did you tell Percy?"

Piper's face went a shade paler, and Nico almost wished she was simply understanding what Jason was saying. Nico was directly to Piper's right, and any puke might indirectly end up on him. "Oh, Aphrodite… The Count of Monte Cristo. I chose that movie."

Jason just wouldn't stop nodding. "I got the hair dye and everything. Percy was going to dress up like the dude from Roman Holiday, whatever his name was. And your movie, Rachel was…?"

"The Tourist." She said, suddenly understanding. "And Percy has been drawing inspiration from these movies because…?"

"Hold up, hold up." Thalia said, palms raised. "Are we making a serial killer profile? This is Percy we're talking about. He doesn't hold grudges." Nico caught the tail end of the statement. If it wasn't already written out on her glare, he still would've seen it.

"Percy had this plan to dress up your date with a fake mask and everything. Because he thought you might glimpse the future or something, and ruin the surprise if he'd just been dressed in a suit." Jason said.

"That seems a bit overboard, even for Percy." Reyna said.

"We were getting hair extensions for this guy! We barely knew him!" Jason exclaimed.

"Jason, I get that you're excited, but you need to calm down. People are starting to stare." Piper said, and Nico glanced sideways at a few middle aged men in baseball caps. They all looked away, their 'polite' eavesdropping caught.

It was only then that Jason realized how loud he was being. His blush was bright red, and his voice much more even when he spoke again. "Sorry. I just- Percy is making us play tourists. All these little spots he's dotted around the island, the restaurant reservations- I think he's trying to warn us up for whatever he has planned."

Grover had the stupidest 'I-just-realized-how-much-this-makes-sense-face.' His eyes widened comically, and his fork dropped into his salad. "We're Angelina Jolie."

Jason nodded, like the universe had just given him the answer to everything. Ever. "Exactly."

Nico found himself rolling his eyes. He would swear up and down, he was the only sane guy on this trip. Marriage must've done something to the other two, because this didn't explain anything. "So he's making live a five-year plan because, what? He didn't want it to go to waste?"

Reyna was suddenly nodding, like she understood. And then Piper perked up, like she knew what was going on. She gave her husband a knowing grin. "It means that Percy is still there. The old one."

Nico looked between the other six members of their party. Somehow, he wasn't surprised when it was only himself and Thalia who still looked lost.

'That would be 'irony'.' A voice that sounded suspiciously sunny spoke in the back of his mind. 'Or maybe it's just coincidence.'

He suppressed an eye roll.

Piper:

Jason was more than happy.

He was positively beaming.

They played 'tourist'. They went to gift shops, fed seals, got ice cream, and basically acted like a group of friends on Summer Break. It was while they were in one of the many t-shirt and art shops that Piper was finally able to pull her husband aside.

Everyone was browsing through various shirts (Nico looking on at a bright bird-patterned with complete contempt) when Piper grabbed him by his elbow. She pulled him closer towards the door, until they were outside and standing on a the wooden boardwalk. All the shops around them were built suspended above a river (full of seals, currently).

"What's up?" He asked, still smiling softly. Piper couldn't stop herself from smiling back. She wasn't sure she'd ever want to hide a smile from him.

She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down to her lips. She didn't pull away until she felt out of breath (they learned quickly that he could hold his breath longer). It didn't really matter, because he looked just as out of it, eyes half lidded. "What was that for?" He asked.

"You're happy right now." She said simply. "I like it when you're happy."

His smile widened, and his eyes softened. He pulled her into a much slower, softer kiss. She sighed into his mouth. When he pulled away, he kept her under his arm. He put a small kiss on her cheek before speaking again. "I feel like going off of a five-year prank as reference to who he is now isn't too smart, but this is Percy." He said. "And if he'd changed, why would he still take ideas from our Prom plan?"

Piper smiled, leading the two of them back into the shop. "That is a surprisingly weak theory for you to latch onto." She said.

He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that bad?"

She kissed his cheek. "Not this time."

Natasha:

Three days.

Three days since everything had started falling apart. Not just on Percy's end (if anything, the team didn't realize how over dramatic Percy could actually be), everywhere else as well.

She was at the Barton's tonight. At least, Laura and Clint knew. The kids were all asleep, hopefully. Cooper was a bit hard-headed when it came to curfew, but Natasha had arrived via Quinjet at nearly two in the morning. If he was still awake, even by summer terms, he was an insomniac.

That would make three in one house. Four, if Percy somehow found his way back in the middle of the night. He'd done it before, of course. He'd neglected to report in after missions on multiple occasions, instead making his way back to Homestead and crashing for a week or two. It made Fury, well, furious, but Fury was always strict. Always by the book. Percy tended to throw the book away.

Natasha sipped her hot chocolate, eyeing the kitchen door. Maybe tonight would be one of those nights. She could use a decent pun and stupid smirk that that little jerk only seemed able to produce.

She'd been keeping her ear to the ground. It wasn't Percy's request to her, but she always had an ear to the ground. She was listening closely for news involving Percy- although his name was never involved. She'd been given no precedent as to why Percy would suddenly decide he needed to go on a quest- and it was certainly worrying, after reading the only full mission briefings Percy had ever written on the subject of 'Quests'. She hoped he was wrong.

She hoped her friend was okay.

But she hadn't heard anything. Percy hadn't shown his face anywhere of importance. Not even a 'John Doe' appearing anywhere through old SHIELD facial recognition software.

Theseus was a different matter.

Rumors were starting to accumulate. That idiotic Senator was in constant meetings with members of other branches of government he shouldn't be meeting with- A certain former General Ross being one of them. Or, the new Secretary of State, Thaddeus 'Thunderbolt' Ross. The Secretary of Defense was another. Fury had been the one to inform Natasha that certain R&D departments long forgotten were being re-integrated into what was supposedly a new initiative.

A super-human initiative.

Natasha took another sip of her hot chocolate. She was worried, but she had the upper hand for now. And a lead, one that Percy himself had disclosed for her and Clint's eyes only. Something he was trusting the two of them to work together on.

They were going to do this. They had all the resources of Stark Industries backing them up.

Natasha took another glance at the door. Moonlight shined through like a beacon, lighting up the kitchen. It was one of her favorite parts of this house.

The last time she'd spent the night had been months ago, when Percy had crash-landed in the front yard.


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