Percy
Percy bolted awake. Annabeth had starred in his dreams again. She was spitting mad in this one, shrieking terrible things; terribly real things he had done. When he'd failed her at Westover hall, when she'd nearly died during the Battle of Manhattan, when he had let her fall into Tartarus. When he'd let her get captured. When he hadn't even looked for her after the war.
Nico was standing in the doorway of his room, looking guilty. The Avengers were staring at Nico.
"What in the name of Hades underpants are so many people doing in my room?" Percy groused. Thor looked like he was somewhere between laughter and panic, while everyone else looked frightened.
"What is he?" Tony asked bluntly. Percy looked at his younger cousin sharply.
*"Τι κάνατε Νίκο?" His voice was hard, an order. Nico looked at him shrugging, even though his posture straightened immediately. They both fell so easily into old patterns, consummate soldiers.
"I didn't know they watched you sleep." The younger teen's response was petulant, and Percy smacked his forehead. He'd shadow travelled in front of mortals. Mortals who knew about the Norse gods. It was as good as being clear sighted. There only so much the Mist could do. Percy sighed and looked to the god.
"Thor, what do you think? I think it's time." Percy asked Thor. He wasn't really looking for approval, his gods had already given him permission to tell; as long as he followed protocol. It was one of the few rules Percy did follow, understanding the need for secrecy. He just wanted advise in the face of a new situation, one the Norse god had already faced. The Avengers looked at the blonde god, looking slightly betrayed.
"What is the kid saying Point Break?" Stark asked suspiciously. Thor ignored his friends, studying Percy intensely before nodding once in agreement.
"Yes Son of the Sea. It is time."
Translation:
*What did you do Nico?