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Chapter 23: Justice finally arrives on Tweety Bird.

"SQUASH! THAT! BUG!" Vulture yelled as she cut the web off her.

"Spiders are Arachnid- WOAH!" I yelled as some of her thugs picked up their guns or grabbed their secondaries and started shooting at me. I dodged them and took cover behind some crates. Percy and the girls followed after me as Frank continued attacking as a dragon.

"Woah, I didn't know Frank could turn into a dragon," I said as Percy came up to me.

"Estelle?! What are you doing here?!" Percy yelled.

Annabeth followed, "You were supposed to stay with Leo and Calypso!"

"I figured you guys needed my help. And good thing too, Percy would've lost his head there for a second."

"Okay, next question. What's with the outfit?" Hazel asked.

"Well… Sam got some ideas from my curse and added that with Calypso's weavering… you basically get this," I said, referring to the suit. "It has some good defenses against the supernatural."

As I explained, bullets kept flying around as we took cover from the thugs' gunshots.

"And bullets?" Annabeth asked.

"Well, I don't really know. But I can test it now an-"

"NO!" The three yelled at me.

The bullets stopped flying as we heard Frank roar and charge at the enemies. Giving us an opening to strike.

"Okay, here's the plan. Annabeth and Hazel, you guys help Frank deal with the thugs so that he can assist Percy. Percy, you and Frank go handle the Minotaur and I'll deal with the Vulture."

"Wait, hold on! Who made you in charge young lady?!" Percy yelled.

"Percy, I spent nearly a week fighting you guys in your prime in Leo's training room…"

"That doesn't prov-"

"...And won."

Percy was silent, along with Annabeth and Hazel. They knew how difficult that simulation was; in fact, only one other has ever beaten it and it was none other than Annabeth herself. Of course, she beat it in a couple of tries while it took me at least a week.

"B-but still, Estelle, you're too young to-"

"And you weren't?!" I said. "You guys fought monsters worse than Typhon in my age. Now focus! Percy and Frank are strong enough to handle Bull-head and Hazel and Annabeth can take out the armed thugs. I'll handle Tweety bird"

"Now hold-"

"She's right," Annabeth interrupted. "You can probably handle the Minotaur by yourself, Percy. But Typhon has given him intelligence. It's possible he'd already learned how you fight. You may need Frank to back you up. Hazel and I can deal with the mortals easily."

"But-"

"Perseus!" I yelled. Only three people have ever called out his full name: Mom; Annabeth and me. And the only time we ever speak out his full name is when we are either angry or in need of a serious tone.

And right now, I'm a mix of both.

"Now's not the time for you to be overprotective. We're outnumbered and Typhon is heading to Olympus with an advantage. We can't afford you being distracted."

Percy was silent for a moment, pondering. Eventually, he nodded.

"Fine, but this isn't over."

And so, everyone split and followed the plan. I fired a web upwards and jumped up towards a metal beam as Vulture faced me.

"I should've killed you back in the museum."

I shrugged, "Aw, and I made it so easy for you. Would've thought the deadliest harpy can handle a little girl like me."

Vulture growls and charges at me. I dodged by swinging on the beam and fired a web at her from behind. It tangled on one of her feet and she flew me around. She then turned around and flapped her wings at me. My instinct called and I duck, avoiding her feather from hitting me.

"Wow, with that aim, I wondered how you survived this long."

"Shut it, you mortal brat!" Vulture yelled. She threw several more of her feathers at me. I dodged again and counteracted by firing a web shot at her. She dodged it, of course. But that gave me an opening to launch myself at her. I used my webs to launch myself at her and gave a good kick to her face.

While I was fighting Vulture, Annabeth and Hazel joined up with Frank and informed him to help Percy. Frank transformed as a bull and charged at the Minotaur. Meanwhile, Hazel uses her control of the Green Mist to confuse the armed thugs while Annabeth disarms them and knocks them one at a time. Overall, we're beating them, but the main threats are Vulture and Minotaur. Hopefully Percy and Frank can hold him off while I deal with Vulture.

"Stay still you little-"

"Watch that mouth, young lady! We have children here!" I said as I continued dodging her. Unfortunately, she made a swift move and shot a few of her feathers at me. I got pinned by one of her feathers and it gave just enough time to grab me. She then threw me at a crate, forcing it open.

"Ow!" I yelled. "You got a good throwing arm. You would've been a pro in Baseball. Shame you're a psychotic bird person."

Vulture growled and replied, "Do you ever shut up?!"

I shrugged, "What? Don't like my jokes? I figured you'd like them since you are one."

She charged at me and I flipped over the crate to dodge her.

"Missed me," I said in a teasing voice. I jumped and gave her a kick in the face. I shot my webs at her wings to prevent her from flying but she caught on and flipped over and started flying again, with me attached to my webs. She flies around, trying to make me dizzy but I managed to land on one of the beams and stopped her.

"Hey, Vulture. Since you're a New Yorker, do you tend to chill at the park and eat some bird food or bread crumbs the elders tend to leave?"

"No, I prefer their flesh, instead!"

"Oh, in that case, have a knuckle sandwich!" I yelled as I pulled her towards me and brought a strong punch to her face.

Not by best, I know. It's my first day being Spider-Man. I'm trying! The Vulture crashes on one of the crates, making it wobbly and close to the edge of another crate it was on.

Vulture groaned, "How are you this strong?!" She said, "You're just a little girl playing the hero! How are you beating me?!"

"Push ups, Sit ups and plenty of juice," I replied.

What? Vegeta's a fictional character, he can't sue me. Or blow me up.

Vulture growls and goes back on the offensive.

Meanwhile, Percy and Frank continue on taking on the Minotaur. Now that he gained a bit of intelligence, he became more adaptive to Percy's movement. Even with Frank's assistance, Percy is barely managing.

"Any ideas Percy?" Frank asked.

"I'm thinking."

As Percy was trying to come up with a plan, the Minotaur threw a punch at him. However, Frank intervened and took the punch for him, but the motion was too strong and made both of them fly into the open crate. Luckily the stuff inside the crate cushioned their landings.

"You okay?" Percy asked.

"Yeah, but what's with all these… stuff animals?"

Yeah, it turns out that the crate was filled with stuffed animals. Why? Well… you see, the warehouse belongs to the cartel, right? What do you think is inside those stuffed animals? Here's a hint, it's not stuffing but it is white. Anyways, Percy thought of an idea and explained it to Frank. The Minotaur reached towards the crate's opening and peeked in. All he saw was several stuffed animals and boxes, along with just Percy.

The Minotaur spoke, "Seems your friend abandoned you here."

As the Minotaur came closer inside, Percy glanced next to him, which was a lifesize… Ugh… you wouldn't believe me if I told you, but this literally happened. A living platypus was standing on a pile of stuffed animals and once the Minotaur was in range, he transformed into a Minotaur himself and punched him. You're probably wondering, why a platypus? Well it's simple, they don't do much.

"Good work, Perry the Platypus," Percy said, jokingly.

Frank growled and replied, "You tell your friends how you entertain your daughter once and you get teased for life."

As Percy and Frank deal with the Minotaur, Annabeth and Hazel are almost done dealing with the armed thugs. Hazel is able to use her ability to manipulate the Green Mist to assist Annabeth, as well her Shadow-travel. Since it's only a few meters from each man, Hazel is able to withstand it since she's still new to it.

"Hazel, are you okay?" Annabeth asked.

Hazel was panting as she was overextending her use on shadow-travel.

"I'm okay, Annabeth. We just need to stop them."

Luckily, only one guy remains with a weapon while several more are now relying on their melee weapons. Either knives, crow bars or just a plain baseball bat, they come closer to where the girls were covering from.

"Ready?" Hazel asked. Annabeth nodded and the two shadow-traveled behind the thug with the gun. Annabeth disarmed him and knocked him out while Hazel uses her powers to pin him on the ground. That just left with three men left. However, Annabeth can handle them easily. As one by one, the thugs charge at her but she uses her skills to take them out. She throws out punches and kicks, knocking them down on the ground but they are quite resilient. It's like watching Batman going up against goons. If Batman was a blonde woman with the wisdom and powers of Athena. Wait, that'd just be Wonder Woman if she didn't have super strength nor flight. Anyways, Annabeth finished them off by punching the first guy and then spinning one of the thugs to another and then Judo flipped the third one with the two. And with that, the thugs are dealt with.

Hazel and Annabeth collapse on the ground.

"Think we're getting too old for this?" Annabeth asked.

"What? That's crazy, I can do this all day."

BANG

The girls looked up and saw The Minotaur ran straight toward the entrance, knocking out most of the reinforcement. However, a few still remain.

Hazel groaned, "I regret saying that."

Annabeth chuckled.

As all that was happening, Vulture flew out of the main entrance and threw me out in the open. I managed to regain my balance by firing a web at a nearby crane. At this point, it was a chase from a crazy pigeon lady.

"Careful now, cats tend to roam out here. Lots of birds get eaten here."

"ENOUGH!"

The Vulture was quick enough and grabbed me from above. She swoops down further to the sea, hoping to drown me. But I managed to escape by sheer strength. I broke free from her grip and then attached a web to her. I swung her around and threw her a crate that was being held by a crane close by.

"Well this has been fun! We should hang out more often!" I yelled as I threw her.

WHAM

Vulture got slammed to the crate. But just before she got back up, I fired my webs at her, pinning her to the crate.

Vulture tries to break free but she was too webbed up to even move.

"Release me, mortal!"

"Nope, you didn't say the magic word," I replied teasingly.

Vulture scoffed, "Fine… go ahead and kill me. I won't stop until I get you and your brother."

"Oh trust me, A day doesn't go by where I wish I can shove a dagger through your heart. I won't forgive you for everything that you have done to me and my friends. However, I already know about monsters tending to come back," I replied. "Why do you think I webbed you up instead of killing you?"

Vulture frowned in confusion.

I sighed, "Look, killing you won't make a difference. We fight, you die and repeat. It's just an endless loop. Instead, this is better. I stop you; you get locked up or whatever you go that's considered prison for you guys…"

"That would be Tartarus."

"Yeah well it's not doing its job. So maybe it's time for a change in prison. Point is, killing you isn't my style. Some time in solitude or maybe some community service could change that… attitude. Then again, there's also anger management."

Vulture laughed sinisterly, "You're going to regret that, Estelle Blofis. I won't stop hunting you and your brother down. I will destroy you both."

"Maybe… but we'll stop you. Percy fought worse than you, and I'm quite stubborn. Also you may not know this… but Spider-Man doesn't kill. And neither will I."

A loud roar came back to the warehouse and I see Percy and Frank struggling to hold off the Minotaur.

"Ah crap-basket. Look I gotta go, so… uh… stick around, alright?" I said to the Vulture. Who is webbed up to a crate.