Leave me alone
(A/N Kind of a flashback at the beggining)
Stupid, really. The world. How it all revolves around powerful beings who control you without you even knowing. The all powerful Fates, who could kill you in seconds just by snipping yarn. It's up to them if you'lle survive English class or if you get a happy life. What am I? I am nothing but just a pawn. The Fates out me through hell, but no more. One day, I will be free of the Fates. I've been captured by the mortal government.
Is that what the Fates wanted? Surely there must have been a logical explanation for this. These men wont do anything to kill me. They just want information. Blotches of black appeared in my vision as I stared at the ceiling. They want information? Good luck with that.
Water poured down the gloomy sky like bullets and as they hit the ground, they dissapeared. I coudn't hear anything aside from water and the wind swooshing. My eyes were focused on the bronze plate I was clutching.
"It's all my fault, It's all my fault," I quietly chanted to myself. My nose and eyes tingled a bit to my emotions and the wind slightly began to pick up.
"Im sorry Annabeth, I was too late," My voice cracked and I pounded the earth with my hands. Mighty flashes of lightning struck the Earth and a small hurricane began to develop. The great Hero of Olympus who had gone through so much, been tortured and nearly killed was crying. Who said I couldn't? There were no rules. I clrumpled on the muddy ground, the brown water staining my shirt. My hand was bloody from pounding the Earth but I didn't care. Annabeth was gone. Forever.
"Hey kid! What are you doing here?" A voice appeared on the scene. Yelling at me did nothing. I retained my position. A blond man appeared and put a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"Kid. Im going to ask you one more time. What are you doing here?" Blondey asked, slightly alarmed.
I didn't move an inch, but instead used a voice I never heard myself speak.
"Leave me!," The wind shifted direction, directly at the men and slightly pushed them back. Water struck the Earth like bullets and the sky darkened almost completely.
The group of costumed freaks wearily looked at a man holding a stone hammer that appeared to be quite heavy.
"Tis not me, my friends," He spoke deeply, his voice laced with confusion. "It must be the regular Midgardian weather."
Blondey shifted his gaze towards me and spoke seriously. "Alright Perseus, you've caused enough trouble in the past. Come with us."
I clenched my fist, about to attack, but I knew better.
"What do you want with me?," I snarled viciously, glaring at the group and they flinched slightly. I took a ragged breath and got up and stumbled away, hot tears clouding my vision.
"No trespassing," I said smugly. That clearly didn't stop them. An arrow whizzed at me, but I was faster and in a split-second, I turned around and caught the extremely thin arrow and broke it in half.
"Look, I came here to mourn for my girlfriend, not to kick Comicon's ass"
The group of weirdos glared at me. I opened my mouth to shoot a snarky remark before a sticky substance covered my mouth.
Spiderwebs?
A younger member of the team put his arm down, a smug smile etched on his mask. I reached over for the webs, and ripped them out, barely wincing at the little pain it caused. The spider guy looked at me in shock.
"I said I dont want any trouble! LEAVE ME ALONE!," I shouted my voice echoing across the area. These men don't know when to stop.
"I said leave!," My voice cracked at the end, as I started to remember my horrific past. The man with a goatee arched an eyebrow.
"Are you crying?," He stated almost laughing. I rubbed my face with my palms.
"Please just leave me alone,"
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Steve POV
All eyes shifted to Thor, who had gained all attention in the room. His stare hardened at Director Fury and his nose flared.
"This is not how a hero should be treated!," He boomed. "Especially one that has preserved the fate of mankind."
Fury sneered, drawing his eyes to the god from the metal floor.
"If you call blowing up numerous buildings, terrorizing innocents and his own mother and blowng up a mountain innocent. I suggest you leave this room. Or better yet this world." Fury said calmly like it was an everyday sentence.
Leave the world? Thor can't do that!
Thick, gelled brown hair and a goatee appeared at the back of the room. Tony opened his mouth to say one of his smart-aleck comments before I turned my hard gaze towards him, my eyes pleading him to shut up for once. Brown menacing eyes shot back at me, but for once he didnt argue.
"Oh you know how easily I can Director," The son of Odin sneered. "But I also know that without me-without this boy there wouldn't be hope. The world would be in shambles, a mere game for the forces that terrorize this world."
Thor peered over my shoulder and he clenched his fist. "Perseus has done more than anyone in this room. I do not lie! Release him at once!"
Bruce's left hand and eye twitched and like Thor, he balled his fists.
"Im going to agree with Thor on this one. This boy deserves rights Fury. This isn't extracting information. This is torture."
Fury was angry, no furious. Although we need answers, this is a kid and although he might be a terrorist, he still has rights. Fury may be in charge of me, but I am a soldier and I do what is right, and this is not right by any circumstances.
" I have to agree with both of them on this one. He may not have preserved our freedom - sorry Thor- but this torture by the loosest definition and that is wrong."
I took a quick glance towards Perseus, only to see him collapsed in the interrogation room. Dr. Banner's eyes swept to where mine landed.
"Orders or not. I am leaving," Bruce opened the door and walked away, before Fury could blink. The kid was laying on the ground, unconscious from who knows what. Blood seeped from his arms and slid into the metal room.
Banner bought out a pen and pointed it at Percy's green orbs.
"Hey can you follow the light for me?" The question sounded more like an order than a question. Weairly, the boy opened his eyes and looked at the light, his eyes filled with sadness. Percy's eyelids began to shut.
"Damn it Perseus. Stay Awake!" Bruce lightly slapped his face but to no success. Percy's eyes closed and he fell into unconsciousness. Bruce raised his head to face us.
"He's suffering from Grade 3 Concussion and his pupils are dilated. It's possible he might slip into coma." Bruce kicked the metal char and ran his hand his hair and sighed.
"Get agents to pick him up and bring him to my lab!" Bruce was turning slightly green. Everyone reacted and did as he changed. We had learned from our past mistakes.
Tony looked up at the ceiling. "Well you heard the man. Do as he says."
Tony's robatic butler answered almost immediately.
"Right Away sire,"
Bruce POV
The kid's been passed out for more than five minutes which could be potentially dangerous. I sighed wearily. This is exactly what I was telling Fury. This boy can slip into a coma and you cant really wake him up with an alarm clock. The stupid Director just made it more difficult for all of us.
I was giving the kid his physical exam now. Tony was here too, fiddling with a pen we had confiscated from the boy's pocket.
"Stark. If you're not going to help, then you might as well leave."
Tony let out a low chuckle. "Oh come on Bruce. We're partners in science and in actual crime!"
I let out an exasperated sigh. Tony was difficult to deal with. I ignored him as he rambled on and began to remove Percy's shirt for better examination.
"Whoa there Doctor Smash. Getting a little desperate there I see? You're stripping a seventeen year old!" He never gets tired does he? Maybe I should just smash him right there, Im sure no one will care?
Still continuing to "strip" Percy, I snapped. "Im giving him a physical exam-" I cut my own voice off.
He was littered in scars. Narrow white lines covered his front. Burn marks scorched his torso and a circle in the side of his torso looked like something at been put into his body, heated and removed. A weird texture of skin covering half his body and there was an oddly cursive "T" near the bottom of his shoulder. The boy was very muscular and would probably make the ladies swoon, but his scars were horrific. I couldn't even imagine what kind of person would torture a kid for his own personal gain. It's absolutely repulsive.
"Holy shit!" Tony exclaimedm wrinkling his face in disgust.
There were some newer ones too. Deep red gashes of dried blood across his chest and even I dont know how to prevent it from bleeding. I faced Tony, who still had his face wrinkled in disgust. Giving him a curt nod , to which he returned, I counted down from three. We flipped him over revealing his back, which must have been painful, even if he was unconscious.
His back was worse than his front. Whip lashes coated his back and knife wounds and burn marks were littered across his back. I've never seen such scars before and it hurt just looking at it. I searched for the shirt that was thrown off from the edge of the gurney. The shirt was dampened with blood and his jacket was just barely thick enough to cover it.
"Jesus" I said rubbing my eyes. "The kid has it worse than any of us thought."
Tony didn't have any stupid ass comments this time, because he was mainly focused on looking at his scars and wondering who might have done this. A loud knock erupted on the door.
Natashe and the rest of the team barged in without giving us time to react.
"So is the kid okay or-" She trailed off, looking at the disgusting sight with wide eyes. Peter shifted in horror, not able to focus his fragile mind on the scars. Steve's mouth was open agape and Clint rubbed his eyes, hoping he was seeing things. Thor only blew in the air he sucked.
"Im considering 'or', maybe Thor is right. This kid maybe has had a horrible life." Tony suggested truthfully, his cheeks puffed up like a blowfish.
"I mean, look at those wounds. You dont just get those from falling down. Who would even do that to a seventeen year old?" Parker paced around the room in unconcealed sigust, desperate to finding out who did this and kicking thier ass.
Tony sighed sadly. "And that's not all," He said flipping Percy over on the metal desk. Peter and Steve groaned and Clint rubbed the wound near Percy's heart.
"Whoever did this must have obviously had some pure hatred for the boy. This had to be a planned attack. Maybe someone who was a victem of his acts of terrorism? Or maybe he inflicted it onto himself.." Clint rambled on as he tryed to think of a suggestion, or maybe he was just trying to convince himself that it wasn't some sick monster.
I shook my head. "No. The ulcers are too much to be self-inflicted, these scars were far from were from a knife or some sort of cruel torture device. Gruesome really." I pursed my lips together, resisting the urge to sigh again.
Who in thier right mind would do something as grotesque as that? But didn't Thor say something about him doing more than any of us? It must have cost him to go through such torture.
A/N: Sup guys. Been a while so I decided to reward you guys with a longer chapter. I have writers block with The Hunted so might not update for a while, but im halfway through the chapter. So please review and click that favorite! Btw any of you guys play clash of clans?
