Okay, so I'm not the smartest. Never have been, never will be. "Not the smartest" roughly translating to "Never getting a B in anything." And getting an "A"? Ha, forget about it. Impossible. Even getting a "C" was usually just a generous teacher! My plans well… Let's just say my plans work due to sheer dumb luck (thank Tyche for that gift). Like, seriously. It's a miracle that my plans even work. Let's hope I have enough dumb luck to avoid a 'vacation' to Tartarus because let's face it this isn't my best plan of action.
Here goes nothing. I slipped under the beams and stood up into an awkward position. My back was bent to avoid the beams and my legs spread apart. It was like a messed up game of Twister. I was flipping, twisting, jumping, diving, and ducking across the passageway. Everyone was silent. I could feel the fear twisting in their gut.
Then I made the mistake. I didn't pay attention to where my left hand was going and touched the beam. My hand burned like I touched fire without my water powers. I pushed it into the back of my mind. I've had worse. I glanced back at the Avengers.
They didn't see my mistake. They were more focused on other things that I'm doing. That was good. I didn't need to slow them down by an injury made by my stupidity. I looked ahead to see that I had about two yards to go. I quickly finished the distance with no more mistakes.
"Tada!" I bowed to my teammates. I panted heavily. I would have been sweating if I was a human. They all just rolled their eyes at my antics. Tony and I could be siblings.
"Okay, Percy. I want you to enter this code into that keypad," Tony said into the ear things that came from SHIELD that I didn't bother to learn the name of. Well what can I say? Why learn something when it's not important? Us demigods (or gods in my case) do things to survive. That's what life is about to us. Tomorrow wasn't a given. Demigods that lived to my age was rare especially for those that weren't trained extensively in how to survive.
Anyway I typed the code that Tony gave me into the pad and the red beams all disappeared. The Avengers all congratulated me and went on their way.
"Percy, aren't you coming?" Bruce asked. I know what you guys have been thinking all this time. Why is BRUCE coming here? Well he just here as a sciencey guy to back us up and to have Hulk as backup. Not that it's likely that we'd need it.
"You guys go. I just need a minute to myself. I'm a bit winded."
Bruce looked concerned. He knew that I tended to hide how severe things really were with me. Thankfully he went along with it and followed the others. That's when I saw Loki lagged behind.
"Percy I…"
I cut him off.
"No Loki, I don't want to talk to you."
He looked hurt by the comment. Okay so maybe I was a bit harsh, but you know how people talk about how hard it is to forgive and forget. Well let's just say that is by no means my problem. My problem is the exact opposite. I can't keep a grudge. I'm the opposite of Nico. Nico's fatal flaw is all about grudges. Speaking of Nico, I probably should contact him, Grover, and Thalia. They'll probably be mad and disappointed in me. It hurt to think about it.
So Loki left hurt flashing in his eyes. My stomach clenched as I felt his hurt. At least I'm alone. Now I can see just how bad my wound is. It's been bothering me for awhile and I've been hiding it by crossing my arms with my hand behind my arm. I flipped my hand over palm up.
The burn turned out to be more serious than I thought. It was a second degree burn. It looked nasty. Liquid was gushing from the wound. I would heal it, but I was exhausted and I was still supposed to face Doctor Octopus (who names himself that). So I guess it's going to have to be healed naturally. Too bad my suit wasn't long enough to hide my hands. At least it allowed me to do acrobatics. And the boots that allowed me to walk silently? Loved them. So, moral of the story? I love my new suit. It even looked cool (and so what if I sound like an Aphrodite camper… I just want to dress to impress)!
"Percy, you coming? We almost left you," Clint said loudly from down the hall.
"Yeah I'm coming!"
I quickly jogged through the corridors to catch up with them. I walked beside Natasha until we came to a huge lab type room. The technology was a bit beyond your average twenty-first century tech. The place wasn't quite as cozy as Mom's apartment. Chemicals and weapons were organized on the shelves. It just screamed "evil lair."
"Not too bad… Mine is much better," Tony said jokingly.
"Glad that you think so," a slimey voice said from behind us.
We all turned around. Our eyes widen in shock with the exception of the assassins and myself. I sensed his presence the moment he walked into the room.
Doctor Octopus has been found or really, he found us. Needless to say, his appearance was... interesting. He was fat, pale, and had black greasy hair. Robotic arms were attached to his back. At least I know what the name's for.
"Why hello there Doctor Octopus!" I said. "Wait, do you have a nickname or something?"
He ignored me.
"So they finally sent the great Avengers to defeat little old me. I finally got your guy's precious attention. Not just the heroes in training," Doctor Octopus said with a sneer. His body blocking the he exit.
Okay I guess we'll go with name that good old Spiderman came up with.
"Doc Oc it is then," I said that grin I reserve for annoying enemies spreading across my face(it works. Just ask the last twenty enemies that I had).
Doc Oc scowled.
"And who is the little girl you brought? Another teenage hero?" he spat it out like it was an insult.
"I believe that is none of your business, old man," I retorted, smirking.
The mad doctor growled. "You won't dare test me after this, little girl." He pressed a button on a remote, causing machinery to move in the walls. The Avengers tensed, readying themselves for a fight.
"Meet my newest invention, The Octo-blaster," he said gesturing to a gun like object that now protruded from the wall. "Of course you fools don't know what it does, do you?" He cackled. "It first takes one's nerves and makes them so sensitive that any touch feels like a red hot branding iron. Then, in milliseconds, sends a bolt of energy so powerful it causes the mind to shut down to deal with the indescribable pain. Only two of twenty of my test subjects ever woke up. And I have twenty of these super weapons!" Doc said laughing like a maniac.
That's when suddenly the guns all moved to aim at us, coming into full view. Twenty freaking guns! Bruce hulked out (having been struggling to keep Hulk in control the whole time). Everyone else prepared for some acrobatics. Unfortunately not all of us have a angry bulletproof beast up our sleeves (besides me, but that would destroy any trust between us in an instant).
Then they all fired one after another, heading straight towards us! I grabbed all the teammates that I could and vapor traveled to the other side of the room, but I couldn't grab Clint or the Hulk. The beams went straight at him. Hitting him several times on his front. He flew to the end of the room with an agonized scream of pain. Hulk got hit, but it didn't affect him other than enraging him. He roared in fury at the "puny" guns that hit him. Clint on the other hand wasn't so fortunate. He was unconscious, yet still whimpering in pain.
I was furious at him. How dare he hurt my friends like that. I waved a hand at the guns and the water bent to my will and crushed each and every vile gun beyond repair. I was so angry, I saw red.
Third person POV
Doc's eyes widen in fear. How could a little girl foil his plans? It just wasn't possible.
The Avengers stand in awe and a bit of fear at the result of their friends anger. Her eyes flashing red and skin glowing. Suddenly they were thankful that she was on their side.
She glares at the doctor with hate and suddenly the water turns to ice. Slowly encasing Doc Oc's body. Steve looked horrified at that, remembering his stay in the ice.
Slowly, but surely the ice made it's way to the doctor's neck. Doc looked down to see his body almost completely in the ice. The cold seeping in his bones. Even his extra arms were in the ice.
"Why Doctor, look who got the last laugh now," the goddess said giving a chilling glare. "The little girl isn't so little after all."
Then suddenly she collapsed leaving the villain and heroes stunned. The Captain quickly regained his bearings.
"Hulk grab Clint and Percy. We're getting out of here," he ordered. "Clint is not going to have that much time. Leave Doctor Octopus here. SHIELD will collect him."
Hulk grabbed Clint and Percy as carefully as he could. Holding Clint in the left arm and Percy in the other. He handled Percy with slightly more care than Clint. After all Percy was his friend.
Percy's Pov
I woke up to a pounding headache. My hand stung. It didn't look good either. It was still watery and some blisters opened up. I looked around to see that I was in the crook of Hulk's arm. With Clint in the other. He didn't look good. His face was contorted in pain and he was sweating. At every movement he moaned in pain and it was all my fault. If I would have grabbed him in time then he wouldn't have been hit. It was like Bianca all over again.
Silent tears ran down my face into my hair. Why did I have to be so stupid. So worthless. Natasha is going to hate me. Just when I thought everything would be okay. I always knew she and Clint were close.
I wiped my tears trying to get a hold of myself.
"Put me down!" I said squirming out of Hulk's arms.
Hulk dropped me carefully onto the ground. We were on the island. Clint needed medical care and the island would not have enough technology.
"Here let me have Clint, Hulk. I'll travel to SHIELD to get the help he needs."
He laid Clint carefully in my arms and I vapor traveled to SHEILD'S infirmary while avoiding using or irritating my hand further. It was getting worse. I think it's getting infected.
"Help!" I yelled.
The nurses all rushed to help. As they took Clint from my arms a young blond haired nurse noticed my damaged hand.
"Oh, you should've told us about your hand!" the nurse said looking at the now green tinted hand.
"I don't even know how you managed to keep quiet about it!" She said wincing at the sight.
"Sorry," I said shortly, as she took me to a medical room to tend to it. How could she not understand that I couldn't allow myself to complain about such a little injury when my friend was in such pain?
"Here take a seat right here," the nurse said gesturing to the patient's seat.
She rummaged through the cupboard of medical antibiotics.
"Ah hah!" she said as she grabbed a clear bottle and a pair of gloves
I don't like the look of that.
She put the gloves on with a snap. Taking the ointment and applying a generous glob on her covered hand. She then gently dabbed it on my burn. I immediately detached myself from the searing pain as I had learned to do in Tartarus. She then wrapped gauze around it, bandaging it neatly.
When she finished I thanked her and left quickly. I had to make sure everyone was okay.
AN: OK so I got a editor for my story (she's awesome with this stuff). So I'm replacing my other chapters with edited ones. It might be smart to read them over. It'll say if it's edited. What do you think about this chapter. Is it better. also I upgraded the story to rated T (hah auto correct made T into Tony. Now that's a serious rating. Lol.) Just to let you know it's never going to be a M. I don't believe in smut and lots of gore. Thats just my opinion. Please comment and I want to avoid the "please updates" because I like to hear what you think. I already know I suck at updating, but I'm not quiting this story.