Some Help

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Percy Jackson's POV (First Person)

I found myself in a purple room. Like, it was literally just an empty room with purple walls and purple door. Me being ADHD and all, was utterly prepared to be killed by boredom.

My dream however, wouldn't let that happen. I was sitting on the floor, my back faced to the door, when a man in a dignified suit walked in.

I turned around and immediately recognized him: Prometheus. I growled, "What do you want?"

Prometheus smiled, "Perseus, I'm here to help."

"Do I look like need help from you?" I asked him, barely restrained.

Prometheus's smile faltered, "Considering that I'm the only thing between you and torture, yes. You need my help. I'm here to get you started on your quest."

I scowled, "I would say thanks, but after what happened the last time I saw you, I won't."

Prometheus nodded in understanding, "I get it young hero, and I commend you on your win against Gaea. But I must tell you, for I don't have too much time. Collect the peices of Pandora's Box."

I raised an eyebrow, "I thought it was lost. Broken. Last time I saw it, I was supposed to let hope out of the box."

Prometheus nodded to me, "Yes, child. But now, you must collect the lost pieces and free something - someone. He will help you win the oncoming war."

I frowned, "Who? How should I?"

The room started fading, a sign that I was waking up. Promethus looked at me, concerned, "I have not much time. Starting tomorrow, you'll have ten days to free him. Ask your cousin, the Son of Hades. He'll have to start you off."

I stared at him and the fading room, "But, isn't that the middle of the prophecy? Me and Nico combined for something?"

Prometheus smiled, "Now you're getting it. Prophecies work in mysterious ways, Perseus. They sometimes don't go in order."

His hands and face started fading, "I must leave now. Speak to your cousin, Son of the Seas."

I reached out to him, "Wait-"

Then, I jolted up, awake and sweating. My cousins were staring at me in worry before they tackled me to the ground. Thalia sent an electric shock through my body, causing my hair to spike up like Einstein's.

Nico just decided to hit on the head a couple of times. I had to push them off me and get up. Thalia promptly slapped me, "You were out for five hours. We were worried."

Nico nodded to me, "I could feel your life force fading. I don't know that worked. It was," he sighed and shuddered, "freaky."

I chuckled, "I'm okay, thanks." I looked around and saw the Avengers staring at the three of us. I sent them a troublemaker grin, "Hey guys! Long time no see!"

Just as Tony was about so say something, Loki and Thor burst through a window and knocked out Clint. Thor chuckled, and Loki pointed at the arrow man and asked, "Oh dear, is he dead?"

I had to laugh when Tony screamed and ran to the window, "I JUST HAD THIS FIXED! YOU DO KNOW THERE'S A DOOR RIGHT?!"

Loki smirked at him, "I believe it's much more fun to watch you suffer when we break your window. You're so petty, Stark."

Tony growled, "Why you little-"

He swung a punch at Loki, but managed to hit a dizzy, standing Clint. Of course, he fell to the floor again.

All of this time, my cousins and I couldn't stop laughing. Thalia and I were already on the floor, and Nico was practically trying to stop himself from turning into a shadow. Just imagine it.

The Avengers and Loki looked at us in confusion, and Tony growled at us, "And who said you could disappear in the middle of the night, leave us to find you, and come back with friends?"

I rolled my eyes, "They're my cousins. And you're not the boss of me."

"Actually, as the leader of the Avengers, I am the boss of you." Tony said, smugly.

I leaned forward in interest, "Since ah when." I asked, wagging my finger.

Captain Spangles walked up, "He's right. Since when, Stark?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "Since always, Capsicle."

Captain America narrowed his eyes, and to be honest, I was really not in the mood for a fight. I walked in between them, sparing a sad glance at Cap.

He reminded me so much of Jason, it was scary. They were both soldiers, blonde, leaders, friends. I had to blink tears out of my eyes before separating the two.

I shuffled back to my cousins and sighed, my voice shaking at the thought of my friend, "Guys, I have something to tell you."

Clint, with help of Natasha, was finally standing up. Granted, he was basically leaning on her for support. Tony punched him hard.

Thalia had to stifle a laugh - I heard her. I scanned the six Avengers, Loki, and Peter, who had newly joined us. I sighed, "Jas-Captain, I know it might be hard to believe, but considering the fact that you have Norse gods on your team, maybe it'll be easy to take in."

Cap raised an eyebrow but kept his mouth shut. I took that as sign to continue, "What do you guys know about prophesies?"

Surprisingly, Natasha spoke up, "They're things that tell the future. Kind of structured like poems or riddles. I had to learn about them when I learned Latin."

My eyebrows shot up, but I managed a nod, "You're right. Now for the million dollar question. How would you feel if I told you that you guys were in a prophecy?"

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Yay! Cliffy. I have a small favor to ask y'all. So, we all know that I can't make jokes. Like, honestly. So, if you guys have any jokes you want me add, please message me or comment!

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