Miracles Happen

Chapter 2

A/N - RiderOfDragons here! Thank you so much for reviewing! I never imagined, let alone expected, the positive response to my work in only the first chapter. Six whole reviews for just over 700 words - it bowls me over with amazement! Special thanks to klarakjrsvendsen, who is my first ever reviewer (that may not be necessary, but I felt like thanking you for such a positive review)!

As for your questions about the story, I will hope to update at least once a week, but I can't promise regularity. Scarlet Witch (Wanda) will be a new Avenger as per the film, but saddened by the supposed loss of her brother, and Quicksilver (Pietro) himself - well, let's just say that I have plans for him...

Disclaimer (Forgot in the first chappie): All character rights go to Rick Riordan and Marvel Comics.

-Line Break-

Pain...

Unending, excruciating pain...

Pain was the only feeling present in his mind...

Pietro had been in pain for eternity. The only form of capable thought going through his head was being crushed by an unending cycle of agony.

He had almost no memory of anything that had happened to him before his death.

All he knew was pain, and the fact that he was dead.

-Line Break-

Camp half-blood was more peaceful and organized than ever. Sure, there was the occasional Hermes prank, and the Capture the Flag games with the Romans were always chaotic, but there had never been less conflict within camp in its entire history, according to Chiron. Percy relished the relative quiet - two Great Prophesies were enough for him. It having been three years since the Giant War, Percy was nearing his 20th birthday and Annabeth was already 20, and Percy was planning something very special for her - he had called in some favors in the Hephaestus cabin for his "surprise", which he currently kept hidden under his mattress in cabin three.

There had been an increasing number of campers arriving and being claimed, and orders were coming in every day from obscure gods and goddesses for cabins to be built in their honor. The cabin area had grown much, much larger, with almost 150 cabins surrounding the main omega shape. The entire camp had grown massively, and Camp Jupiter was having to widen its own borders due to the increasing numbers of retired demigods and legacies. All in all, Percy was in awe of how well everything was going; there had been no major quests since the Giant War and monster attacks were reduced to an average of once a month.

Percy was strolling along the beach, taking a break from training the newbies, when he felt a warming presence behind him.

"Dad."

"Hello, Percy." rumbled Poseidon, who was in his old man form. This always creeped Percy out, as it reminded him how old his own dad really was.

"So, what's new up on Olympus? Has Zeus finally burst a blood vessel from all the shouting? Has Athena been bullying you? Come on, there has to be a reason why you have come visit."

"Can I not speak to my son without giving him stress?" chuckled Poseidon. "For your information, Athena and I have become great allies, although friends is a bit of an exaggeration. However, unfortunately, you assumed correctly in thinking that I have grave news to impart unto you." he finished with a grimace. "Let us walk for a while."

Percy just wished his dad would stop speaking like he was in a period drama as they walked beneath the waves for privacy.

"I am afraid that another Great Prophecy has been spoken-"

"No! You're kidding, right?" Interrupted Percy. "Never have three Great Prophecies been spoken within one person's lifetime! Besides, Rachel has been at camp for ages; she hasn't spewed green smoke since the last one!"

Poseidon sighed, leaning on his trident. "If you had let me finish, I would have explained that this prophecy has been spoken by the Fates themselves. They appeared during our weekly council session, while we were discussing the merits of keeping Bessie in Atlantis. Clotho herself told us that it was a Great Prophecy." He sighed again. "I'm sorry Perseus, but it appears to involve you again."

Percy felt a crushing weight on his shoulders akin to holding up the sky. Just when he was about to really settle down with Annabeth, those stupid old ladies had to go and ruin his life once again.

"You remember last month, when I saved that city from falling to Earth?" Percy nodded. "Well, I didn't tell you everything. The story is a lot more serious than a gang of rebellious minor wind gods. The city was raised into the air due to a much more sinister force than that. This villain was known as Ultron, an automaton with an AI system rivalling those of Hephaestus himself. This machine had turned against its creator, and had formulated a plan to wipe out humanity. The island falling was the climax of the plan, and the only reason it took so long to happen was as a result of a group of remarkably talented heroes known as the Avengers."

"I've heard of them. Didn't they save New York from invasion while we were away in Greece defeating the Giants?" Percy didn't know any details, as it wasn't any real threat to humanity, according to the Gods.

"That is correct. Although most of them are mere mortals, they all have extraordinary talent and power. Even Thor, hailing from Asgard, is part of this group. Anyway, none of them know of our existence, as the last time we made contact with the Asgardians was thousands of years ago, long before Thor's existence."

"I'm guessing this all has something to do with the prophecy?" deducted Percy.

"Yes. To cut a long story short-"

"Too late."

"-They will need our help soon, as within the next few months the Prophecy has stated that something big is approaching and only demigods and Avengers working together may save the world from a force possibly as strong as Gaea."

Percy shook his head in disbelief, thinking about the ring under his mattress, and what would happen to it if he did not come back from another war. Coming to a conclusion, he said firmly, "No. I refuse. Someone else can do it this time. I don't - Annabeth doesn't deserve this."

"I'm sorry, son. You have no choice but to help. The Prophecy cannot be avoided, and as far as I know, there are no other sons of mine around. I truly am sorry for both you and Annabeth, but I can do nothing. A fate worse than death awaits those who oppose the will of a Great Prophecy. There really isn't anything I could possibly say or do to get you out of this, and I will try my best to help you through the upcoming war alive." with that, the bringer of bad news, aka his Dad, vanished into sea mist, leaving Percy stunned on the beach.

-Line Break-

Aaaaand CUT! Sorry about that ending, it's a bit abrupt I know, but I couldn't do any better for now as I am pressed for time. I may come back to edit it if I feel the need.

Anyway, thank you all so much for reading, and I will see you... In the next chapter! Buh-bye!