Phoenix's POV
I was kneeling infront of what used to be my apartment, tears streaming down my face.
I had put my glamour back up, usually I had dull green eyes, lightly tanned skin, mousy brown hair that reached my shoulders and my facial features weren't as perfect as they naturally are. I was wearing a loose t-shirt, baggy jeans and worn-out sneakers.
But at the moment I had a large scrape running down my face and cuts littering my arms and my clothes were tattered and filthy. Basically, I was a mess.
And I didn't care.
I was in too much pain to care, my adoptive mother, Sally Jackson, was dead, gone. Killed in an explosion.
I was never her favourite child. My half-brother Hercules, took that place. He too was a child of Poseidon, though he was 3 years older than me. I still loved them both despite what they had done to me.
Sally had turned a blind eye when I was bullied in school and when Hercules was mean to me.
She just tried to avoid me, so she sent me to a boarding school in San Fransisco when I was 7.
(Where I discovered Camp Jupiter. As it turns out, I was a child of both the Greek and Roman aspect of Poseidon. So I used my magic to trick the teachers and students into thinking that I was there during the school year while I was training in Camp Jupiter, but Sally didn't know that.)
Hercules was never nice to me, and always took the credit for my achievements, even after we were introduced to the world of the Greeks. From when I defeated the Minotaur, to when I conquered Kronos, to when I destroyed Gaia, he was always there to claim the credit. Every time I used my powers, he was there to say it was him, that I was too weak to actually do that.
And yet, I still loved them. They were family.
Now I only had my brother.
I knew Hercules was fine as he was at camp because we were forbidden to interfere in another pantheon's battle.
I was an exception though.
One factor was that the Fates had no control over me as I was born from a broken Ancient Law. They could try make their predictions though.
Another factor was that I was a part of the Norse pantheon, I was a daughter of Loki. I was the only one who knew of my true heritage. Not even my parents knew. I was still a mortal though, which confused me a bit until I learned that Loki isn't fully immortal.
I stayed, kneeling, infront of the place I once lived, sobbing my heart out, for hours. I only stopped because I sensed several presences nearby.
I discreetly analysed them, recognising the group as the team I had seen fighting the aliens, under the cover of drying my eyes.
I relaxed slightly while keeping my guard up, I knew they wouldn't hurt me but they might question why a young girl was kneeling infront of a pile of rubble and come over.
When they passed, I left out the breath I hadn't realised I had been holding. So when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I judo flipped the person to whom the hand was attached. Well, I tried to. The guy was huge.
He was at least 6'2 and had a strong build with a lot of muscle. He was wearing an American flag costume!? He didn't have a mask though so I could see his face. He had blue eyes, blond hair and was rather handsome. He reminded me of Jason.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
Steve/Captain America's POV
"Are you alright?" I asked the young girl, who was kneeling infront of a pile of rubble.
She wasn't anything spectacular, no one that would stand out in a crowd, but her eyes tugged at my heart. She was a picture of absolute grief and pain, her eyes were puffy and there were tear tracks on her cheeks, she had been crying for a long time. Her eyes though, had a shattered look to them, they showed pure grief and misery.
She looked up at me curiously before her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed, unconscious. I managed to catch her before her head hit the ground and I lifted her up into my arms.
I looked around for anyone who might know her, but there was no one in sight. I sighed and carried her into the schawarma place my team was eating in.
They all looked up at me with confused expressions once they saw the girl in my arms.
"Who's that?"
I looked up at my team, wondering how to answer Tony's question, so I told them about how I had found her.
Once I had finished my explanation, they all looked at the girl with sympathetic expressions. I was wondering what to do with her when I heard a gasp come from behind me.
I turned around to see the waitress, with the food my team had ordered, looking at the girl in my arms with worry in her eyes.
"Do you know her, ma'am?" I asked.
The waitress nodded,"Her name's Phoenix Jackson, she lives—well used to live in the apartment building across the way. She's a really sweet and kind girl. She was adopted by Sally Jackson when she was a month old. Sally's one of our regular customers, she comes here with her son, Hercules, quite often."
I noticed the way Stark blanched at the name Sally Jackson, but I decided to question him about it later, as Phoenix was starting to stir.
She groaned and her green eyes shot open and next thing I knew I was on the ground. Apparently, Phoenix had swept my feet out from underneath me and was now standing in a defensive position above me.
"Who are you? What do you want?" she barked out in a commanding voice. Her voice was smooth and soft, quite pleasant to the ear.
I stared at her for a moment, surprised that she managed to knock me off my feet, before answering her questions."My name's Steve Rogers, or Captain America, and I found you outside your apartment building before you fainted. I don't want anything from you ma'am."
She looked at me, as if she was searching for any lies, before her hand shot out infront of her."Phoenix Jackson, call me that and I'll gut you, Nix is just fine. I was outside my apartment building because I had found out my mother had died in an explosion during the attack."
Tony/Iron Man's POV
I couldn't believe Sally was dead.
I was very surprised, Sally was the toughest woman I knew.
We were best friends, we never kept anything from each other, which was why I was surprised she had a daughter.
I never knew Sally had a daughter, I knew she had a son, who I never met, but never a daughter.
Why didn't she tell me?
Sure, she was adopted but nothing kept her from telling me.
What were Phoenix and Hercules going to do now that she was dead?
Suddenly a great idea hit me, I'd have to ask Pepper and the rest of the team, but maybe...
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A/N: there we go, chapter 1 is out. Just a warning, updates will be random as I find it hard to sit down and just write, but I'll do my best. Thanks for following, favouriting and reviewing.
JUST TO MAKE THINGS CLEARER!
•Phoenix has a glamour up because she doesn't want to stand out so much in case someone notices her and figures out her heritage.
•Instead of the Seven there were Eight, so Phoenix, Hercules, Jason, Piper, Leo, Hazel, Frank and Annabeth.
•Phoenix was the child of the First Great Prophecy but only she knows that. The Prophecy was:
A descendant of the eldest gods
Shall reach adulthood against all odds
And see the world in endless sleep
The hero's soul cursed blade shall reap
A single choice shall end his days
Olympus to preserve or raze
Phoenix is descended from Poseidon and Loki, who is descended from Odin, so that makes her a descendant of some of the eldest gods. Ancient Greeks were considered adults at 12/13, but they thought it was Hercules as he was sixteen which is considered old for a demigod, Phoenix and Hercules share a birthday. She got a wish too for fightin, which she used for recognition for minor gods like in canon while Hercules asked to become a god when he turned 21, he wanted to be able to say he went to college.
Thanks for reading,
~SofiaSapphire