"Come on Perce. I told Sam I'd go and I think you'll like it." Steve pleaded with the teen in front of him. Percy sprawled on the couch, upside down, and watching T.V. He glanced over at Steve.

"Why?" He asked. Steve shrugged.

"It's like a therapeutic group thing for soldiers with PTSD." Percy raised and eyebrow at him.

"You saying I have PTSD? Because if so, you are completely right." He said cheerfully, cutting Steve off, and sitting up. "Yeah I'll go. Just let me grab my shoes." Steve let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Thank you." He said to Percy, who rolled his eyes.

"Sure thing Capsicle." Percy called over his shoulder as he went to grab his shoes. Steve groaned and face palmed.

"Have you been hanging out with Tony again?" He asked.

"Yes, yes I have." The teen laughed and ran out of the room.

Percy and Steve walked in and were immediately greeted by Sam. He shook both of their hands and led them to his room.

"Thanks for coming." Sam said. He gestured to the small group of people already assembled. (AN~ Anyone see what I did there? Huh? Huh? Just me? Okay.) Percy sat in a chair and tipped it back. Steve sat next to him and crossed his legs. A few minutes later as the last few people showed up, Sam started. Percy sat forward as soon as they adults started talking, listening intensely. Steve smiled at this. Usually the teen would be sleeping or fidgeting, but now he was still. When they got to the last story, Percy stood up suddenly and walked calmly out of the room. Sam looked at Steve expectantly, but he shook his head. Sam looked at him, confused for a moment, and his eyes widened slightly.

"Group over. See you all next week." Sam said, smiling at the people as they passed. When everyone had gone, Sam turned to Steve.

"So you want me to talk to the kid I barely know, about why he randomly left the room in the middle of a group session." He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Pretty much. But really, everyone on the team, minus you, have known him for a few years. I have a feeling he might talk to you." Steve explained. Sam sighed and shrugged in defeat.

"Fine. Where'd he go?" Steve pointed in the direction Percy had walked, and Sam followed his footsteps. Sam stopped at a door when he heard the quiet sobs. He softly opened the door and opened it to see Percy, fiddling with Riptide. Small tears rolled down his cheeks but were wiped away the moment Percy heard Sam come in.

"Steve I don't want to ta-" Percy stopped suddenly as he looked up to see Sam.

"Hey Sam what do you want?" He asked, spinning Riptide in his fingers. Sam rubbed his neck.

"Steve wanted me to ask you why you left." He said, shrugging. Pulling up a chair next to Percy, Sam sat down. The demigod studied him for a moment, as if to see if he could trust him.

"Sometimes it's bad, other times I'm fine." Percy started slowly. "Today was one of the bad days. I've had so many friends die." He took in a shaky breath and continued. As he told the story of the Second Titan and Giant wars, he started feeling more comfortable. Sam wasn't going to judge him about this stuff. When Percy finished, he felt as if something had been sitting on his chest and just got up and walked away. Meanwhile Sam looked at him quietly, thinking. He was still processing the mythology parts but got most of the story.

"You're how old?" Sam asked.

"18." Percy said.

"Way too young to be going through all this crap." Sam laughed dryly. Percy laughed softly.

"All of us were, yet the gods wouldn't do their own freaking stuff so demigods had to." Percy's fingers curled around Riptide. "But it's the most interaction we get out of them so… yeah." He finished. Percy rested his forehead on the table and his shoulder shook slightly. Sam's hand hovered over his back, unsure of what to do. After a few seconds, he lay his hand on Percy's back. He felt the muscles coil then relax. Sam felt a pang of sadness and anger in his heart. This kid was 18 and already he had been forced to fight in two wars? That was messed up. So, Sam made a silent vow to be there if Percy ever needed it. After a fe minutes, the pair came out and stood with Steve. Steve smirked at Sam, who rolled his eyes back. Percy didn't notice, or decided to pretend not too, and ran to the car.

"We going or what?" He called, climbing into the backseat. Sam and Steve shook their heads.

"I'll catch up later." Sam called at Steve as he climbed in the car with Percy, walking back inside, to think more about Percy's stories.