Hey, people! Look at this; I've survived falling off the face of the earth! Yeah, right. Blame all the stuff I have to do *read: homework*, and writers block. Special thanks to purplenutella for helping me on that. soo... Here's the chapter. Sorry it's late. -leorocks5
disclaimer: if I owned PJO or marvel, don't you think I would have better things to do then writing on fanfiction? Like, writing HOH, for instance?
Annabeth
"Okay. New plan." Annabeth looked at Percy. "Can you take two hellhounds by yourself, or do you need help?" Percy smiled, grimly. "I'm okay." "Good. Then Thalia, Nico, and I* will take the other two" she turned to the Avengers. "Can you take the hydra?" Steve shuddered**, but nodded. Natasha looked at him. "Cap', maybe you should sit this one out." Steve shook his head. "No, Nat. Sorry." Bruce raised his hand. "I'd like to stay on the sidelines, actually." He turned to Steve. "You're welcome to join me" Steve shook his head again, looking determined. "Okay, then." Annabeth looked around at everyone. "Suit up, and meet us back here in 5.
Thalia
Minutes later, Thalia looked around at the strange 'suits' the avengers were wearing; A iron robot, a suit of 'spangles', as Tony called them, and Clint and Natasha, dressed in black suits, Clint wearing Greek armour over his. Bruce was in some lab, working on something only Tony would understand. Thor was, thankfully, nowhere to be seen; Norse gods and Greek ones had some very bad history. True, it had been funny to see the avengers flinch when she pulled up aegis, but only she and percy actually had their shields with them. Demigods always carried their weapons with them; that was their first rule for survival, and no sane demigod would leave without their weapons, but armor was to heavy to lug around, even though there's always a 75% chance of being attacked. She looked at her friends. "Looks like we're doin' this the old way, guys." They nodded. It was on.
Percy
Percy was the first one out the door. He had gotten over his 'particularity' over killing hellhounds; Mrs.O'Leary was one of a kind. He distracted two of them, killing one in a matter of seconds. The other one seemed smarter-darting in and out, trying to scratch o bite him, but staying out of the range of his sword. Thankfully, Percy had gotten back the curse of Achilles, otherwise he would have been dog meat. Then he got one of his famous stupid ideas. He ran straight at the dog, and as it moved, changed directions and rolled under its soft under-belly. He stabbed upwards, and the dog crumbled to dust on top of him.*** He groaned softly. "Ick. Monster guts." Annabeth looked briefly at him and laughed softly, then stabbed at the hellhound she was working on. Percy looked around, then headed towards the Hydra. "Clint! Make sure-" he was cut off as he watched Steve throw his shield, cutting of one of its heads. Two more grew back. "Not to do that" he finished under his breath, then ran to join the fight.
Footnotes:
*- ever since Gaea was defeated, monsters had gotten harder to kill, so it was wise to make groups of 2 or 3 demigods to fight a monster.
**- Steve's enemy in the 40s was called the hydras... Bad memory lane.
***- virtual cookies to those who can tell me where this 'stupid idea' comes from in the books!
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