Percy Jackson Meet the Avengers

Chapter 2

I was going to do 3rd POV buuuut I honestly suck at it. So the following will be Percys POV. And sorry this is so late. And ha ha look at the media.

Percys POV:

"Get up."

I ignore the voice and dig my head under my pillow.

"Get. Up." The voice then takes my pillow.

Don't mess with a son of Poseidon and his pillows.

I groan loudly and bury my head under my blanket.

Someone laughs behind me.

I peek my eye out and see Bruce smiling. Actually everyone in the room is smiling except for Natasha, who seems to be hiding a smile.

I look at them confused, then everything that happened the night before comes to me.

"Why can't you people just leave me alone." I grumble.

Natasha ignores me and pulls me up by my shoulders, and into a sitting position.

Like I'm some little kid.

I sit there for a second, momentarily surprised. Then I blink, and yawn.

Stretching and rubbing my eye I say. "What up?"

They all stare at me. What? Have they never seen a seventeen year old wake up? Scratch that. Have they never seen a seventeen year old terrorist wake up? Heh, heh.

I get up, but my legs are wrapped up in my blankets so I clumsily fall face first.

Someone else laughs. And I look up to see the outburst belong to Tony.

I glare at him and hold my bloody nose.

"Tissue anyone?" I say, my voice muffled.

Steve pulls out a handkerchief and gives it to me.

I cover my nose with it, pinching so it stops.

I look down and see a drop of blood.

How ironic. Isn't this how I ended the world.

I sigh. Its too early to think about this.

I look around and see everyone staring at me.

"You people are so awk-"

I stop talking when I see someone in the doorway.

And the weirdest thing of him is he's wearing an eyepatch.

"Who are you...Ragetti?"

He looks at me expressionless.
"What?"

"You know," I say, now feeling stupid. "The eyepatched dude from Pirates and the Caribbean-nevermind."

This guy is making me feel like a loser and all he said was one word.

"So who are you?" I say, trying to regain my self pride.

Ragetti dude looks at me, then at the others and says.

"Take care of this joker. I thought maybe he was important and well, he's not. I have better things to do than talk to a dumb teenager."

As he turns and walk out the door I yell after him.

"Hey that hurts you know!"

The door closes and I sit down on the bed.

I remove the tissue and blood starts gushing out.

I yelp in surprise and put the tissue back in its place.