DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus, all rights to Rick Riordan! I also don't own The Avengers either, so rights go to Marvel or whatever.

As soon as the pegasus' hooves hit the dirt of Camp Half-Blood, Percy slumped to the side and fell to the ground with a thump.

"Percy!" Annabeth called, helping her semi-conscious boyfriend to stand. She was vaguely aware of one of the Apollo campers helping the exhausted Nico. Travis ran over and helped her support Percy. They started toward a group of the camp medics, who were all surrounding the now unconscious Nico, but Percy stopped them.

"Wait," he slurred. "Gotta see Chiron."

"Percy, you just fell off your pegasus and your still bleeding from a gunshot wound. You're getting fixed up first."

"Gotta see Chiron," he repeated, sea green eyes drooping. "I's really important, Ann'beth…"

When her boyfriend looked at her with those big, pleading eyes, she felt a piece of her resistance crumble. Nevertheless, she stayed strong. "Sorry, Seaweed Brain. But you're not going anywhere until you can actually say my name without sounding like you're completely drunk."

It couldn't have been more than three minutes since Annabeth and the Stolls sat down when it happened. A watery Iris-Message appeared between Annabeth and Chiron, the image of Reyna shimmering to life.

"Reyna!" Annabeth said in surprise. The praetor turned to look at Annabeth and smiled in greeting. The smile never reached her eyes, though.

"The Legion is ready for war," she said to Chiron, glancing over at the other three demigods in the room. "We're 3 miles from your location. Everyone is armed and ready."

"Thank you, Reyna," Chiron said. "But—"

"Mortals can't be harmed by celestial bronze or imperial gold," Travis interrupted. "I'm assuming you guys don't have like a bunch of rifles or anything, huh?"

Reyna pursed her lips, glancing behind her and motioning someone forward. Frank came into view, the side of his face a little distorted by the edge of the Iris-Message.

"Hey, guys," he said with a little half wave. "Yeah, we're ready. We managed to secure about a hundred handguns and a bunch of real swords, thanks to some anonymous contacts. I think we're ready." His words sounded nonchalant, but his tone was deadly serious. His eyes were dark with worry and acceptance all mixed together.

"Okay, great. The Hephaestus cabin has been working on some weapons for mortals, too," Annabeth said. "I put Leo in charge myself."

Reyna raised both eyebrows, but Frank grinned a little.

"That shouldn't be a problem, then," he said.

Reyna intervened, this time addressing Chiron. "We have a new problem, though, Chiron."

"What is it? What happened?" He asked. The two demigods stepped aside, and behind them, standing with perfect posture, was Steve Rogers himself. Reyna and Frank moved back into the frame.

"He's offered to bargain with us, call a truce, peace treaty, whatever he can do to prevent a war. He says he doesn't want to fight against a bunch of kids, even if they are armed and dangerous."

The Big House went silent. Annabeth wished she had Daedalus' laptop once again, this time to do as much research on Steve Rogers as she could.

Reyna continued. "He claims you will have safe passage to our location and a safe return. No crossed fingers. Although, just the fact that they have managed to know where we were disturbs me."
Chiron nodded. "I assume a Legion of demigods would not be hard to spot, even with the help of the Mist."

Reyna inclined her head, conceding the point.

"We'll join you. We need demigods from both camps to talk to him before we decide what to do," Chiron said solemnly.

Reyna nodded. "Bring weapons. Who will you be sending?"

"I'll go," Annabeth volunteered.

"Jason will want to go, too," Connor chimed in.

"No doubt," Annabeth said. "I'll check with Percy and Nico, but I'm seriously doubting either one of them will make it out of this camp without falling over." She glanced at Chiron, and he nodded.

"What happened to Percy?" Frank asked. "I mean, I know Nico was captured by SHIELD, but I thought Percy got away."

Annabeth nodded. "We went in to rescue Nico, and Percy got shot. As usual." She smiled a little at the thought of her dorky boyfriend's heroics. Her eyes darkened, however, when she remembered the state he'd been in when she'd left him to the Apollo campers.

"Tell him to take it easy, okay?" Reyna said, worry in her eyes. "Nico, too. I don't know where we'd be without those two."

"Yeah," Annabeth said. "Me neither."

It was raining when Annabeth found Percy in his cabin. She knocked on the door, and when she heard a groan from the other side, opened it. "Percy?"

More unintelligible moaning.

"Percy? Are you talking in your sleep?" Annabeth asked, a little smile touching her lips.

"No."

Annabeth sank down onto the bed beside her boyfriend, who lay facedown on his pillow.

"I hope you're not drooling on your new pillow."

"Annabeth…" His protest was muffled by the fabric.

"Your mom spent a lot of time sewing that for you."

Percy rolled over and stared up at his girlfriend. He tried to be angry with Annabeth for disturbing him, but he couldn't find it in himself to muster anything but a smile.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, concerned. The daughter of Athena ran her hands through Percy's dark hair.

"Remember when I got poisoned by that Gorgon's blood?"

"Yeah," Annabeth said solemnly, remembering. Thankfully, Bob and Damasen had arrived just in time to heal him before he…yeah.

"I feel like that."

Annabeth gave him a sympathetic smile and kissed him on the forehead. "Should I get some abrosia?"
Percy shook his head. "Already had some. I think I had a little too much, actually. Not feeling too well." He paused for a minute, then moved over to give Annabeth some room. He patted the now empty spot beside him and looked at her with pleading eyes.

Annabeth's heart melted, but she knew they needed to get to the Legion and talk to Rogers. He'd said they had an hour about twenty minutes ago. She needed to get moving.

"Sorry, Percy. I really wish I could, but I can't. We got news from Reyna."

The sad look on the son of Poseidon's face shifted to curiosity. "Really? What did she say?"

Annabeth smoothed out a corner of Percy's quilt that had been turned over. "You remember Steve Rogers?"

"Captain America, right?"

"Yeah," she replied. "Apparently, he's at the Legion's camp right now, a few miles from here. He wants to try to arrange some sort of peace treaty before war breaks out. Jason and I are going. Piper's coming along too, with her charmspeak and all."

Percy took a minute to think about everything she'd just said before responding, a haunted look in his eyes. "No."

"No? No what?"

"No, you can't go. Please don't go."

"Percy, what's wrong? You're scaring me, here." She'd never seen her boyfriend this terrified since they'd escaped Tartarus. What had happened to shake him up this much?

He swallowed thickly. "I had a dream. You…you can't go. He'll kill you. The peace thing won't work out. They're going to attack Camp Half-Blood and we're going to be slaughtered." His voice was shaking.
Annabeth took her boyfriend's hand. "Hey, it's all right. Okay? I'll be fine. They've granted us safe passage there and back. No one's going to kill anyone without going through me first," she said confidently.

"That's what I'm afraid of." His voice was weak. She leaned over and kissed him, then ran a hand through his hair one more time.

"I'll be fine, I swear. I'm going to go check on Nico, then we're leaving. Okay?"

Percy nodded, his eyes starting to droop. "Be safe…"

"Take it easy, Percy Jackson. I think you can take a break from saving the world for a day." Annabeth smiled.

Well, that was basically a filler. Happy Valentine's Day Everybody! Love you all! 3

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