Chapter 6: Clash With A Titan
Deadpool landed on a speedboat...which he stole by knocking the driver overboard. He drove around the coastal waters of South Africa, hoping to get a lead on Klaue. Yes, he may have made Ross mad by jumping too early, but he's Deadpool! Why should he be worried about an old ass former general turned Presidential lapdog?
"Shoop! Shoop Shoop!" Deadpool hummed the song he was listening to earlier. He let the wind hit his face as the boat zoomed across the sea. As Deadpool drove through the water, he saw, from far away, a freighter with a familiar man.
"Strucker?"
The side of him that was Percy Jackson burned with curiosity. He turned the boat to the left to drive towards the freighter Strucker was on. He got alongside it and hopped on the hull, latching onto a railing. Deadpool hopped aboard and pulled out his handguns as he sneaked in. While that was happening, he continued to ponder about the day he first attacked the Dogs of Hell.
Percy walked into an alley, hand on the side of his jacket that hid his shotgun. He had the hood up and the hockey mask still on as he wandered the alley until he saw a batch of bikes parked in rows at the end.
"Dogs of Hell..." Percy snarled. "You will die..."
He walked over to the bikes until he heard a voice call him out, "What'ya doin' here, punk?"
Percy turned to his left and saw a big, burly biker in a vest, armed with a baseball bat. The demigod scowled, saying, "I don't answer to you, pal."
"Lookin' for a fight?" the biker cracked his fists before walking over to Percy and pushing him back a few feet.
"Shut up." was Percy's last set of words before he suddenly threw a palm strike to the biker's neck, briefly stunning him and proceeding to strike him in the head with forearm strikes that knock the biker down. Not satisfied and to prevent his victim from alerting anyone, Percy grabbed the biker by the head and, with his enhanced strength, quickly snapped his neck.
Percy stood up, looking down at the dead biker with the snapped neck. He then made his way towards the hideout.
Back in the present, Deadpool wandered around the freighter, carefully making sure he didn't make any obvious sounds that would give away his position, and also slit around three HYDRA guard throats. As he walked through the deck, he saw Strucker speaking with an unknown person. Deadpool crawled closer and hid behind a crate as he now heard the HYDRA head's conversation with someone.
"Is it ready?" Strucker asked.
"Yes. We have the jar." the unknown, possibly male, replied. "All we need now is this Klaue fellow's payload."
'Klaue's in the ship too?' Deadpool thought. 'Two birds in one stone!'
"Good. We have two of the Avengers." Strucker continued. "Let's see if this Pandora's Jar is as good as you say it is."
That made the merc gape underneath his mask. Strucker has TWO of the Avengers? And Pandora's Jar? How could he have known about that? Sure, the HYDRA head was a genius, but there's a one to billion odds he has a connection to the magical world.
Unless...someone decided to introduce him to it. Whoever introduced Strucker to the magical world, he must be that desperate to call on HYDRA for help. Deadpool saw Strucker walk off. He had to follow him closely, so he crept towards the doorway and quickly rolled to another cover, this time having a better view of Strucker and his mystery ally who turns out to be,
"Oceanus." Deadpool whispered. "What're ya up to now?"
He watched them walk up some stairs to meet with some hairy looking man on the walkway.
"Greetings, Klaue." Oceanus snarled. Rather than Greek armor, the Titan was wearing a blue and green two piece suit with a white tie.
"I have everything you need." Klaue, the hairy man, pointed out. "Do you seriously have two of the Avengers?"
Oceanus snorted and summoned a portal above them, causing two figures to fall onto the walkway, in between the arms dealer and the HYDRA head and the Titan. Deadpool recognized them to be Captain America and Black Widow.
"Ah, damnit." he groaned. "This is just...complicating things."
The two Avengers slowly stood up, struggling to oversee their situation.
"What the..." Steve moaned as he and Natasha got up on their feet. Deadpool continued to look at the scene in front of him. He slowly walked his way towards Klaue's side of the walkway, not even listening to their conversation and letting their words fly out his head. Once he got close enough, the merc pulled out one of his handguns and quickly aimed it at Klaue's head. He shoots...he misses...thanks to one Captain America. The bullet hitting a nearby light instantly alerted Strucker and Oceanus.
"The mercenary!" the HYDRA head yelled as he ran off to the other walkway, holding a strange wooden box while Oceanus summoned his trident for combat.
"MOTHERFUCKERS!" Deadpool cursed loudly as he charged everyone in sight, guns blazing, shooting HYDRA operatives in sight. Steve and Natasha rolled to cover with Klaue while Oceanus swung at the mercenary with his trident. Deadpool, however, dodged it with relative ease, sheathing his guns and drawing his katanas for a counterattack against the Titan.
Meanwhile, Natasha knocked Klaue out as she and Steve tried to escape the ship...only for Deadpool to notice them while he fought Oceanus.
"HEY! GET OVER HERE!" he yelled out as he stomped on the sea Titan's face like it was a trampoline, allowing him to catch up with the two Avengers. Deadpool managed to tackle them to the floor, but that allowed a struggling Klaue a chance at escape. With the Avengers temporarily subdued, the mercenary jumped...and upon landing...sunk his katanas right through the back of Klaue, killing him instantly.
"No!" Captain America yelled out as he charged at Deadpool, who tried to go for a cheapshot and kicking him in the area, but the super soldier anticipated this and blocked, leaving the mercenary to resort to attacking with his katanas. As Deadpool backed his opponent to a corner, he felt a pair of smooth legs wrap around his neck, and twist with enough force to send him to the floor. The Black Widow pointed her gun at the head of Deadpool.
"Why are you here?" she asked quickly.
"To kill Bigfoot, which I just did. What else?!" Deadpool yelled back, not even bothered by the fact that Natasha had a gun pointed at his face.
"That's it?" Natasha questioned. "You came all the way here for money?"
The whole interrogation was put on hold when the entire freighter shook violently as Oceanus unleashed his power. Steve and Natasha stood up and prepared for a fight while Deadpool ran to the door to pull his other katana out of the metal door. As he did, his flashback continued.
Percy used a key in the dead biker's pockets to open the door he was guarding. He let it swing open and prepared to pull the shotgun out, only to find no one, and nothing but an old looking ground level apartment that reeks of beer, and given his past issues with Smelly Gabe when he was twelve, the demigod knew how much the smell of alcohol and farts sucked.
Despite the lack of any human presence, Percy heard incoherent chatter, like there were people in the room, yet he just couldn't see them.
"Okay...where are they..." he wondered.
He wandered around the place, running his hands through the old sofa, the TV, and the torn red wallpaper. The chatter was getting louder. He was getting close to finding the rest of the Dogs of Hell...then he reached the room that would become his bedroom.
Whatever conversations filled the air, Percy could finally hear them properly.
"You sure about the whole thing? People are still buzzing about our little shootout with the Aryan Brotherhood..."
"Whatever. Whoever we killed, just collateral damage."
And that was enough to send Percy over the edge. The one question he asked him self was "Where the hell were they?". He got so angry he suddenly kicked the wall with a loud thud.
Bad move.
The chatter stopped and Percy knew he was in trouble for making a noise. He had to know where they were coming from otherwise he was screwed. Percy heard sounds coming from...the closet? The one closet in the room? He pulled the shotgun out of his jacket pockets and aimed.
Something moved in the closet. He opened the closet and a biker popped out, shooting Percy in the head! He dropped dead as the biker snorted and put away his handgun, unaware that his victim was still moving, or that the shotgun was still loaded. Percy slowly opened his eyes in time to get a glimpse of the Dogs of Hell hideout. All he saw was a pool table and around three bikers, four if the one who shot him counts.
As the false back panel of the closet closed, he slowly got up.
The sudden shaking of the freighter snapped Deadpool out of his current thoughts. He got his katana back and looked back as Captain America tried to fight off Oceanus without his shield...which wasn't exactly working, but he and the Black Widow held their ground anyway. Deadpool groaned in frustration, torn between leaving the freighter and helping the Avengers fight a threat they know nothing of.
"Abandon the Avengers" half of his conscience said. "Save the Avengers" the other half said.
"..." Deadpool remained silent. Why should he help them? They almost let Klaue get away.
"Because the world needs Percy Jackson now more than ever." a familiar, soothing voice sounded in his mind.
"Get out of my mind, Hestia..." Deadpool growled.
"Percy...please..." she practically pleaded.
"Get out!" Deadpool lost it and yelled at the goddess in his head. The voice finally quieted down, though Oceanus heard his yelling and focused his attention on the mercenary, charging at him with the gigantic trident in his hand. Deadpool cursed and hopped over the trident, but Oceanus swung upwards, whapping and sending the mercenary flying towards where Steve and Natasha were, landing on his feet with ease.
"Got your candy asses whooped by a Titan?" Deadpool asked the two.
"A what?" Steve asked.
"Big magical dude...just fight!" Deadpool yelled at them right as Oceanus thrusted his trident towards the mercenary, who countered with his katanas. With their weapons locked in, Steve took advantage and kicked the Titan in the gut, staggering him back, allowing Deadpool to slash Oceanus right across the suit, golden ichor spilling.
"You DARE?!" Oceanus roared.
Deadpool felt a storm brew, literally. Oceanus flashed his armor on and raised his trident. The freighter shook violently.
"Quit your tantrum, Oceanus!" the mercenary charged like a whirlwind of metallic death, his katanas struck the Titan's own weapon as sparks flew, literally. Deadpool and Oceanus fought, sounds of metal clashing filling the air. The Titan grabbed his foe by the throat and threw him right through the roof, making a hole. Oceanus made his way towards the Avengers and tried to impale them with his trident. Steve and Natasha rolled out of the way to separate directions, the super soldier kicking the trident out of Oceanus's hands, forcing the Titan into hand to hand combat with them.
Steve had bit of an advantage against Oceanus. He was able to disorient the Titan with his enhanced physical abilities, but one swat from the Titan's trident was enough to send him flying back towards the big metal wall, making a large dent.
"Nat...what are you doing?" Steve groaned as Oceanus loomed over him.
"Looking through whatever Klaue was selling." she called back.
"Hey!" the Titan threw his trident at the control room, where Natasha was. She barely ducked underneath the panels in time as the weapon crashed into the wall. She quickly grabbed hold of a sack she had found and looked in it.
"Is this...vibranium?" Natasha whispered to herself.
Oceanus called his trident back to his hand, the weapon flashed to its master, parts of the control room falling off and exposing the Black Widow. Before the Titan could throw his weapon once again, he felt someone try to rip it away from him. Steve grappled with Oceanus for the trident. The super soldier managed to kick off the guard railing of the walkway, gaining enough momentum to take the trident, stumbling a little upon landing.
"Why you-"
The Titan was cut off when he was whacked in the head with his own weapon by Captain America.
"WHOOO!" a voice called from above Oceanus. It was Deadpool! He brandished his katanas and spun, and with a loud shink, he severed the Titan's left arm...while sticking a superhero landing.
"Oh yeah...I'm so cool." Deadpool told himself. He stood up and sheathed his katanas and grabbed the amputated Oceanus by the throat.
"Look, pal, you're gonna start talking." he snarled at Oceanus. "How'd you get your hands on Pandora's pithos?"
"Why should I?!" the Titan snarled defiantly, only to get a punch in the face. Deadpool put his hands behind his head and...opened his mask and taking it off. He exposed his half burnt face, sea green eyes burning with fury.
"Because I fucking said so!" the unmasked Percy Jackson roared.
"Perseus...Jackson..." Oceanus stuttered. Steve looked on in shock.
"You're..." he stammered.
Percy paid Captain America no mind and grabbed the Titan by the throat, snarling, "I'm not updated with what the actual fuck is going on with the magical world. What's going on?!"
Oceanus, despite the predicament he was in, just grinned and spoke, "Kronos is rising once more, Jackson, and with the mortals known as HYDRA on his side...not even your precious camp can stand what we plan to do with Pandora's Jar."
Fuming, Percy let go of Oceanus and stood up, mumbling to himself. As he tried to collect his thoughts, the mercenary heard,
"Are you the 'Percy Jackson' Pietro and Wanda told me about?" from Captain America's mouth.
"Steve, you have to see this!" Natasha called out.
As Steve left to meet with the Black Widow, Percy scowled and drew his katana. He pivoted around, spinning on his left heel, and in one clean stroke, slashed Oceanus across the neck, leaving the Titan's remains to crumble to seaweed in one...two...three.
Percy got back up almost twelve seconds after the false back panel leading to the biker hideout closed. He clutched his head in pain, pulling the bullet off his head, which pierced through his hockey mask.
Filled to the brim with anger, he cried out "Mom...Paul...YOU WILL BE AVENGED!"
He stormed over to the cabinet and forced the false back panel open. Four saucer wide pairs of eyes looked over at him.
"I thought you killed him!" one biker yelled to his friend, who dropped his pool cue and pulled out the same gun he shot Percy with.
"I shot him through the mask, right in the head!" the gunman yelled back.
Percy shot forward like a rocket, hopping over the pool table the bikers were using and tackling one of them to the ground. In a fit of anger, he flailed his fists at the downed biker until he bled hard. He felt callous hands grab onto his shoulders and pull him away from the biker he pummeled.
"FUCK YOU, BASTARDS!" Percy screamed, his enhanced strength allowed him to break free and sent the other bikers to the ground. He attacked the first biker again with fisticuffs before grabbing him by the sides of his head, and twisting it, snapping the biker's neck and instantly killing him.
One down, three to go. Percy pulled out the shotgun from his jacket pocket and aimed it at one biker, before being tackled by the other two, making him drop the gun. They forced the demigod back first to the wall with a loud thud, yet Percy wasn't fazed. He trashed his arms around like crazy, smashing his elbows on the two bikers' heads before running towards the third one and tackling him to the ground when he tried to pick up the shotgun. Percy grabbed said shotgun and smashed its butt at his face repeatedly.
The demigod sensed more danger behind him. He rolled forward, quickly getting on his feet and leaned back against the wall, seeing that the other two bikers had their handguns pointed at him.
They opened fire. The sounds of "BANG!" filled the air as Percy felt his abdomen be struck with small projectiles, piercing through his skin and striking his organs,
but he didn't fall. The demigod looked down and watched his own blood spill out of his body, painting parts of his white hoodie blood red. Percy looked up at the two bikers who shot him, whose bodies shook with obvious terror. He pointed the shotgun at the biker on the right and fired.
The guy's head exploded with blood and gore as the other biker screamed like a girl. Percy dropped the shotgun, picked up a cue stick and charged. He smashed it on the biker's head, letting the blood gush. The stick now split into two, pointy halves, which Percy used to stab the bloody biker in the neck numerous times until he crumpled on the floor, dead.
Two down, two to go. The other biker threw a punch at Percy, who blocked it with his left arm and took the stick in his right hand and stabbed it through the same biker's head.
Three down, one to go. Percy dropped the broken cue stick and loomed over the biker he had beaten down with his gun.
"P...Please...mercy..." the biker backed away from him, but Percy's eyes blazed with hatred. He threw himself at the biker, then threw frenzied punches, yelling out,
"DIE, DIE, DIE, YOU GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT! GO TO TARTARUS WHERE YOU FUCKING BELONG!"
After that last word, the demigod grabbed the last biker by the sides of his head...and snapped his neck. He panted from the adrenaline rush, falling to the side and lying down next to the pool table, in the middle of all the bikers he had killed. Percy felt...good.
No, great. A rush of satisfaction flowed through his veins. Percy smiled, looking up at the ceiling,
then he chuckled...then he laughed, laughed at the feeling of accomplishment that is the murder of four of the Dogs of Hell.
