Yeesh. A lot of people are hating on the fact that Percy "bends over and takes it from the Fates"
It's the fucking Fates. Seriously people, they are the determiners of every single thing in both the Greco-Roman pantheon and the mortal world. Even Kronos is the Fates' bitch. If you wanted to read a story about an overpowered Percy who takes zero shit, go read my first story(Guardian of Olympus, Savior of All) and have fun with that shitshow. Yes I am hating on my first PJO story because it is shit when I look back on it now.
I never said that Percy would be knocking down the ego of every immortal. Nowhere did I ever say that. I did say he has a knack for doing it, which if you actually watched the Avengers movies, you'll have a good idea about which enemies will be taken down a few notches.
thunderofdeath97: The lightning thief was finished at the beginning of 2006 according to many sites that I have used as references, you are correct about the 2005 though. Believe me mate, I've done all my research in years. I'm just happy I don't gotta change years for either series and that they line up decently well.
PrimeMegalodon: I know right? I mean, I love the Hulk and all, but it's kinda dumb to have a God fight against a mortal with anger management issues.
Ezeakel: Refer to above section.
Cruden: You know you love it. ;) lol
Lazymanjones96: Here is some more for you!
Avengers Tower
As the city around him began to fall apart, Loki was busy awaiting for the so-called "Avengers" to show up. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, waiting for the tell tale sign of either footsteps, propulsors, or the irritating lightning that his buffoon of a brother wields so effortlessly.
The last person he expected to show up first, which, in hindsight, he really should have expected, was Perseus Jackson.
Percy had flashed himself into the room, clad in a standard black SHIELD uniform, a celestial bronze cuirass, and a large trident resting to his back. The golden trident was decorated with emeralds along the shaft, the three prongs of the weapon shone with barely restrained power.
"So the prodigal Son of Poseidon graces me with his divine presence once more! Is this where you begin to monologue about how great the Greco-Roman pantheon is? Will you begin to rant like your egotistical King does?" Loki drawls, uncrossing his arms and twirling the Scepter of Doom and Destruction casually.
"I was actually here to threaten you." Percy replied dryly, reaching over the counter and pouring himself a glass of bourbon. "It would have been Tony but I convinced him to let me have a go at you first."
"You pissed off a lot of people in the past forty eight hours, Loki. Unlike the others of this world, I know better." Loki stiffened for a half a second before donning an oily smirk. Percy smiled sardonically, taking a sip and humming at the oddly dull taste.
"I grew up with the sons of Hermes, Loki. You are out of your field here in the art of trickery. Hand over the scepter, stop the invasion, and I can offer refuge."
Loki opened his mouth, a dry quip no doubt resting on the top of his tongue, but whatever he was about to say was stopped when he realized that there was a celestial bronze blade being held right at his throat. Getting his throat slit wouldn't kill him, but it would definitely render him unresponsive for a day or two.
Loki grinned, "Ah you have it all figured out, don't you? You know all about how the Mad Titan, hm? What exactly do you plan on doing to stop him?"
Percy was about to reply but Loki had to insert one last remark. "Please don't fucking say together. I get enough of that talk from my brother."
"You're in luck Lucy. I was actually going to suggest killing him, obliterating his army, and then cooking his flayed corpse over the River Phlegethon. Of course, I could always extort his daughter, but I don't roll that way. If I was a few millennia older, I probably would have kidnapped his daughter." Percy took a final sip of the bourbon and threw the glass over his shoulder.
"So are we going to fight? Or are you going to stand down like a good Asgardian?" Percy rolled his shoulders, eager to get the fight started.
Loki's choice was confirmed when the God of Mischief swung the scepter around, catching the hilt of Riptide with the shaft and leaping backwards out of range.
"So be it." Percy intoned, leaping backwards as the God of Mischief struck with twin daggers that he had summoned. A deadly dance of blades and punches followed as the two gods fought.
Percy mentally cursed. Loki was far more skilled than he had originally believed. Yet another failure of Athena's that he would absolutely love to bring up during the next council meeting. But for all of Loki's finesse and magic power, the immortal Son of Poseidon was far too skilled for him. It seemed every hit he scored on Percy, he was punished twofold.
The minutes flew by as the two gods continued to battle it out, their power bubbling underneath their skin, waiting to be unleashed upon their enemies. Percy's trident was like an extension of his own arm. It was masterfully graceful in his hands as he fought the Asgardian. To the gods that were spectating, they couldn't help but glance between Poseidon and Percy, noticing the almost carbon copy fighting style between the two. Percy's strikes were measured and no action was frivolous or wasted. After a few more minutes of the deadly back and forth, Percy attempted diplomacy once more.
"You want to be King?" Percy asks rhetorically, slicing Loki's right arm with surgical precision. The cut knocked Loki slightly off balance, which Percy capitalized on by ramming him with his shoulder. The God of Mischief stumbles backwards out of reach, "What would you be King of if this invasion succeeds Loki?! You'd be King of Rubble and Ash!"
Percy leveled his trident at Loki's throat. "Yield. You are not powerful enough to beat me." Loki smiled darkly as a loud roar emanated from somewhere in the city.
"But are your friends powerful enough to beat that?" He asks, gesturing his non-injured arm hand towards the window where a giant space worm flew by. The building shook under the roar it released, making Percy frown at the situation.
Loki opened his mouth to monologue more but was silenced by a godly-powered punch to the face, rendering him unconscious. He waved his hand at the unconscious Asgardian and, with the Fates' help, teleported the incapacitated god to his palace, shackled and chained in a cell.
His shoulders slumped and Percy had to sit down on the floor. The energy required to teleport Loki to captivity drained him of a good portion of his strength, to the point that he didn't even notice that there was a soft hand laying on his shoulder until the owner cleared her throat.
"Artemis." He greeted the Goddess of the Moon, not looking at her as he stared at the invasion outside.
"Don't tell me you are already tired. That would be very disappointing to hear that the Hero of Olympus is tired after fighting an Asgardian as weak as Loki." Artemis quips, crossing her arms over her chest, drawing Percy's eyes for a half a second before he flicked them upwards. He managed to not get lost in her silver eyes as he smirked.
"I find your lack of faith disturbing, Artemis. It'll take a lot more than a Discount Hermes to keep me down."
As she silently chuckled at his insult, Percy stood up and offered her his hand to help her up. Only for it to be swatted away as she stood up on her own.
"I believe you have an invasion to stop, Perseus. You did declare to the council you would solve it, after all." Artemis replies with a hint of frustration. He grinned as he thought of how put out she probably felt about not being able to hunt aliens from another galaxy.
"I'll save one just for you, Moonbeam. Don't you worry."
"Wait. Did you just quote Darth Vad-"
Before she could finish, he flashed himself down to ground level. Almost the second his body reformed completely, an electric spear inserted itself into his gut.
"Percy!" A male shouted in shock and horror.
He raised an eyebrow at the surrounding aliens, seriously questioning their intelligence at attacking a god.
"Well, that just sealed your fates." He sighs, waving his hand as if he was dismissing them. The air rippled with power as the nearby Chitauri's bodies began to shrivel up and die. He didn't spare them a glance as he turned towards the Avengers.
"Since when could you do that?" Natasha asks, an eyebrow raised at the display of power.
"Since a year ago. You're welcome, by the way." Percy replied smoothly, pulling the spear out of his stomach with ease, the injury almost immediately healing as the water from the Chitarui's forms coalesced around the wound.
"Advanced regeneration, extreme hydrokinesis, nigh-infinite pain tolerance, an odd diminishing of my taste buds when it comes to mortal food and drink, and devilishly good looks," Percy begins to list as he walks towards them, waving his hands nonchalantly at the aliens that attempted to attack him, piercing them with jets of water, "It is surprising what happens when one achieves immortality."
The heroes exchanged glances with each other at his claim of being immortal. As far as they knew, he was only a very strong demigod.
"I hope you don't expect me to bow, because I'm not sure if I can stand back up if I do." Clint said slowly, almost as if he was addressing a rabid animal that could pounce at any second.
"No. No. None of that. However, I would definitely recommend bowing to any other god or goddess if you do meet them." He replies smoothly, still flicking his hands around as he stops the aliens from attacking him.
"Now that is just unfair." Tony remarks, crossing his metal arms over his chest. Percy merely smirked at the petulant act.
"It is, isn't it? Now, are we gonna push the chitauri back up the asshole they came from? Or are we just gonna sit here and sing Dixie?"
The heroes seemed to be revitalized at Percy's pep talk, short as it is, and fought back with unbridled fury towards the army that dared to invade earth.
"Loki has been handled. All we must worry about now is the Tesseract and this army. I can handle the army, but I am unable to interfere with the Cube." Percy calls out as he kicks an alien so hard that his foot went through its chest.
"Yuck. Anyone got a towel?" Percy asked rhetorically, reversing his grip on his sword and stabbing behind him, not even glancing at the dead alien that was skewered on Riptide.
"Can't you just magic it away? You're a god after all." Clint asked over the headset, shooting arrows with far better accuracy than any mortal should have.
"I don't know. Can you miss a shot?" Percy snarks back, spinning around and cutting down a Chitauri that was looking to get a quick kill.
"Not even in golf."
Percy was silent for a few seconds, "you're kidding."
"Nope. Played eighteen. Shot eighteen. Just can't seem to miss." Clint replies smugly, pointing his bow to his left and shooting without looking.
"I can imagine Apollo's face now." Percy says after a few more seconds of silence. The conversation fizzles out as the enemy begins to realize how screwed they were.
Then the entire army came out of the portal. Percy knew that even with all his power, he wouldn't be able to kill them all without leveling the entire city. He was about to ask Thor to start blasting them with his lightning, but the sound of a small motor interrupted the moment. The heroes turned around to see Bruce Banner getting off the small motorcycle and walking towards them slowly.
"So, this all seems horrible." Banner says, looking around at all the rubble. He seemed extremely uncomfortable with the entire situation, but Percy assumed that whoever he had talked to had convinced him to help.
"I've seen worse." Natasha replies, remembering the photos of a ruined Harlem and a roaring green rage monster.
"Sorry." Banner apologizes sheepishly, seemingly folding in on himself in embarrassment. Natasha shakes her head, "No. We could use a little worse."
"Stark? We got him." Captain America calls over the headset, looking up at the sky where a bunch of chitauri were amassing.
"Banner?" Tony asks almost excitedly. It seemed that the genius billionaire really wanted to see Bruce go smashy smash on the aliens.
"Just like you said." Steve replies, gripping his shield a little tighter as the Chitauri kept coming. They lined the walls of the buildings from almost top to bottom. If he wasn't so busy trying to create a plan, he would have been very confused at how the aliens seemed to just wait.
"Then tell him to suit up. I'm bringing the party to you." Tony replies in a semi-deadpan voice. Clearly he was as thrilled about being chased by a giant space worm as anyone else would be.
Percy watches as Iron Man comes zooming around the corner, a giant Leviathan on his tail, and heads straight towards the group of heroes.
"I...I don't see how that's a party." Natasha remarks quietly, looking at the giant beast charging straight towards them. Banner begins to walk towards the beast with a sense of confidence he didn't have before.
"Dr. Banner. Now might be a really good time for you to get angry." Steve addresses him warningly. Banner turns around with a self-deprecating smile and a glint of madness in his eyes.
"That's my secret Captain. I'm always angry."
His body turns green as his entire body grows to an eight foot tall, fourteen hundred pound Hulk, and proceeds to deck the Leviathan in its ugly face.
The beast's head crumpled inward as the Hulk slid back barely fifteen yards. The entire body folds in on itself before coming to an abrupt halt, the lower half of the Leviathans body flipping upwards through the air, leaving its underside exposed enough for Tony to launch a missile directly into its innards. The body blows up into bits and pieces as the Chitauri army watches on in both shock and anger.
Percy raises an eyebrow at the Hulk's punch. Now that he thought about it, it probably would hurt very much to be hit by the Hulk.