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Chapter 5-Percy

I pressed my sword to this blonde dude's throat, hoping to get some information about my whereabouts.

Immediately, a lot of the people there went into defense mode.

This brown-haired guy with a goatee and a circular glowing thing on his chest rushed up to me, pulling his fist back like he was going to punch me in the face. Forgetting my invincibility for a moment, I ducked and swiped his legs out from under him at the same time. He hit the floor and I brought my foot down on his face, knocking him unconscious.

My mind was going a mile a minute and I was well aware off everything going on around me. Blondie, the girl with orange hair and green eyes, and this guy with brown hair and glasses were trying to evade the scene, while this big hulking dude with long, blonde hair was trying to make his way towards me. Thor, I remembered his name being.

This guy was wearing weird, regal-looking clothes and had a hammer in his hands. I'm not talking about your average Stanley 22-ounce Premium hammer (Sidney White, anyone?), I'm talking ginormous, battle hammer used to smash people's faces in.

Anyway, he sauntered over to me like he had all the time in the world. He was a heck-of-a-lot taller than me, had a lot more muscle mass, and glared at me like we were mortal enemies which was weird because sounded friendly enough when he introduced himself.

I was pretty sure that I'd have a tough time beating this guy so I surveyed my surroundings really quick. I could smash the window with my sword, jump out and plummet to my death (this was definitely not my favorite option), I could use my shirt as a truce flag (oh, wait, my shirt's blue, never mind), or I could stand and fight.

The last option was the most appealing to me so I got into an attack position.

From the corner of my eye, I saw my two kidnappers and this African-American guy with an eye patch rush towards Thor. He held up his hand in a 'this is my battle, don't get involved' gesture. They backed down, but watched us warily.

Then, out of nowhere, Thor swung his hammer across my sword, knocking it out of my hands, through the window, and down the side of the building. I was speechless; I hadn't even seen it coming. But now I was weapon-less and this guy was immensely strong.

I remembered the bathroom I entered not too long ago. I could channel all that water out here and use it either as a weapon or a shield. I didn't really have that many other choices so I held my hand out to my side, my palm aimed at the bathroom door.

I didn't even have to concentrate because I was getting so used to using my powers; it just felt so natural.

Then, the door burst off of its hinges and flew out the hole in the window. I wondered if people on the street thought it was raining household objects or something.

Water spiraled out of the sink and shower and straight at me. Some gathered around my left wrist and hardened in the shape of a shield while the rest formed a sword, identical to Riptide, in my right hand.

I felt pretty smug. That was until I saw the smile on Thor's face and the sparks flying off of his hammer. What the heck?

Over in the corner, the red-head kidnapper was speaking rapidly in some other language. Was that Latin?

I caught only two words: water and electrocute. I realized what was happening just a second too late.

Clouds gathered outside and in a flash, lightning shot through the broken window and straight into my shield.

I'd been shocked before by Thalia, daughter of Zeus, and it wasn't that bad compared to this. I remembered learning something in science class (oh my gosh, Seaweed Brain learned something? Annabeth would be so proud) about how water is a great conductor for electricity and that you shouldn't have contact with water during a thunderstorm.

The shock from the lightning traveled through my water-shield to my arm and all over the rest of my body. As soon as it found the small of my back, my Achilles heel, black flooded my vision from the immense pain I was feeling.

My only thought before totally blacking out was, Crap, I have another immortal being as an enemy, as I know realized that that dude was the Thor from the myths.

I rolled over in my bed. Man, it felt like I was sleeping on a slab of concrete or something (and, unfortunately, I speak from experience).

Other than being really uncomfortable, I was fine except for my lower back. I was used to the occasional poke in my Achilles heel from when Annabeth would wake me up, but right now it felt like someone shot it with a gun.

I groaned softly and opened my eyes. Squinting from the harsh light that seeped through various windows, I took in my surroundings.

As it turned out, I wasn't in my bed (story of my day), but on a hard medical table covered in paper. It seemed as though I was in some sort of lab judging from the various wires, needles, latex gloves, and high-tech machines laying around. From a machine in the corner of the room, a couple of people were arguing about something. It was Glasses, Goatee, and Ginger (ok so no offense to my orange haired peeps out their, but if I called Pepper the red head you might mistake her for Natasha so yeah plus I think red heads are awesome [like Rachel]... And I also used an alliteration! My English teacher would be so proud). I tried to tune in on their conversation.

"I'm telling you," Glasses said incredulously, "the needle wouldn't go in his skin."

"That's impossible," Ginger disagreed, "there's just no possible explanation. Besides, he's just a kid."

"I just can't believe he took me down," Goatee scoffed, "I've never been taken down so easily! I'm Iron Man!"

Iron man? He didn't look very iron to me.

Ginger slapped his shoulder and told him to shut up. Then, suddenly her eyes got really wide and she pointed straight at me.

The others turned and rushed over to the table I was on.

"Uh, hi?" I said lamely. Come on, Seaweed Brain! You've got to do better than that!

Before anyone could make a comment, a screen made purely of rainbows popped up in front of my face. The strangers scurried back as if it would hurt them.

A face then appeared on the IM. In the background I could see the stalls of the bathroom at camp. I blushed when I realized that it must've been the girls bathroom.

"Seaweed Brain!" She yelled. Annabeth Chase's beautiful face was marred with creases of worry etched onto her forehead. Her gorgeous blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders and her gray eyes were filled with concern. But, as soon as she saw me, she looked about ready to jump for joy.

"Where in the world have you been?" She screamed in my face. I knew that as soon as she said that, she was secretly very glad to see me. "You've been gone a whole two days! Well, actually really more like a day and a half, but still!"

"Jeez, Annabeth, calm down," I said comfortingly, "I'm fine. At least I think I am." I added, eyeing the others in the room.

"I was so worried! I thought you were coming to camp yesterday, but when you didn't I IM'd your mom. She said you went to the beach, but after it got dark we started to get nervous."

"It's okay," I said reassuringly, "I'll sort this out and be back there as soon as I can." I gave her one of my signature smiles and she visibly relaxed.

She smiled, her gray eyes sparking. "Okay, fine. Just don't do anything stupid or I'll have to kill you when you get here."

I shot her another grin, "You got it! Love you, Wise Girl."

"I love you, too, Seaweed Brain."

She swiped through the rainbow and the three other people walked over to me hesitantly. Both of the guys had similar looks of confusion on their faces while the girl looked completely shocked.

"You've got a lot of explaining to do," said Goatee.

"So do you," I countered. "And how do I know that I can trust you?"

"Why not?"

"You all attacked me." I quipped.

"Touché." He said nodding.

Then, Ginger pushed the two men aside and came right up to me. "They're hopeless." She said to me.

In the background I saw Goatee pout. Very mature.

"I'm Pepper Potts." Ginger-sorry, Pepper- said. "And don't worry, we won't hurt you. At least not while the director and I are around." She said the last part under her breath, but I caught it.

For some odd reason, this lady made me feel at home and comfortable. I liked her already.

"Okay, I guess you should grab everyone else though, too because I hate explaining things twice, especially this." I said.

Goatee suddenly said to what seemed like no one, "JARVIS, I need the rest of the Avengers up here please, and make it snappy."

Then, what seemed like out of nowhere, a voice replied, "Alright, sir. I will let them know right now."

This guy had a British accent, and, I noted, was exactly the same person that startled me into breaking a bunch of household items and causing a ruckus so that pretty much everyone in the whole building could know where I am. In other words, basically compromised my position and put me in this situation now.

And my first words to JARVIS were: "Man, I really hate you right now, JARVIS."

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