The Boy Born From the Sea

File: Kids

Between the two of them (three?), they easily disposed of the HYDRA agents before they could be a problem. Wade only died from gas three times and Eddie threw up twice but he accepted the nausea medicine Petey-Pie had thought to pack and he looked ready to continue beating people's asses.

"Daredevil needs help." Eddie said firmly even as he clutched his stomach tightly. "I can't just back out when he needs us." He gave a small sigh of relief when Venom took over again, his nausea easing off as the symbiote took over. "We will eat all of their heads."

"That's the spirit!" Wade chirped, patting the symbiote on the back and narrowly avoiding their sharp teeth with a laugh. "Let's see..." He brought out his phone, entering in the address of the warehouse Matt was at. "We're going to need a car."

Venom peered outside and their mouth stretched into a terrifying grin. "Will that one work?"

Wade walked over to where the alien was and tilted his head. "You know, we're supposed to be the good guys..." He shrugged. "But that will clear the roads pretty fucking fast."

"We will get the keys."

-

If Luke Cage was being honest with himself, he'd say that Percy Jackson scared the crap out of him. The man, though younger than him, always made him feel like he was three steps behind him. He was always on the move, always talking about different possibilities before they were done processing the first one, and it had Luke feeling like he had been left in the dust. It was all explained, however, when Peter had quietly explained Percy's past, the bits and pieces that the Avenger himself deigned to share with others on days when it didn't feel like he was burning from the inside.

Luke knew that Percy Jackson was used to being the hero, being the one that everyone relied on, and Luke also knew how much those expectations could crush someone when one failed.

At first, Luke was terrified of Percy. Then, when he was told the demigod's past, he became... Even more terrified, honestly but also irrevocably sad. That being said, Luke didn't question it when Percy shoved a gas mask in his hands, grumbling that they were fighting Nazis, it paid to be prepared.

"Guess he was right." He muttered as he placed the mask on his face as gas wafted through the building. "No creativity." He did enjoy when the HYDRA and AIM agents ran in only to be thrown around when they realized that Luke wasn't down for the count from the gas. Once he was done dealing with them, he made his way out of the warehouse at Deadpool's order. He had to get to Murdock as fast as possible, something about him being able to hold back the enemy until Jackson could get to him.

Luke was looking around the area for a vehicle to grab that wouldn't immediately get blown up by his friends when a black 1969 Dodge Charger pulled up towards him, the engine purring loudly.

"Heard you might need a ride." A man in a black and white leather jacket said with a grin. "Get in."

-

Jessica Jones was tired and she wanted a drink. There wasn't much more than that, if she was being honest. The HYDRA and AIM agents didn't prove to be a problem and, even if they were, Frank Castle showed up and took the rest out. They seemed intimidated when they saw him, which was somewhat understandable because Jessica heard he was shot in the head once and survived. That's some freaky shit right there.

"Murdock has back up on the way already." Jones said as The Punisher shot the last person in the knee caps. "I want to scope out the warehouse and make sure there isn't any more information we're missing. Cable said that they found the kids but maybe there's shit here that tells us where others are."

Castle gave a terse nod, shoving his bigger guns in his duffle bag before tucking two pistols into the waistband of his jeans. "Alright, let's get lookin'. There are a few monitors in the next room over, so you take those. I'll go check out the other rooms to make sure there isn't other shit we need to take care of."

"Gotcha. Hey!" She called, continuing when he turned to look at her. "After this, you wanna get a beer or something?"

Frank studied her for a moment before his lips quirked up slightly. "We'll see."

-

"Why is it always kids?" Percy grumbled as he picked apart the warehouse, ignoring the children's eyes following his movements warily. "Why can't it be goats? I like goats! Baby goats are even called kids!"

"Jackson!" Cable called as he disconnected the com unit once more. "We have to get a move on!"

The demigod turned on his heel and gave the time traveler an assessing look. "Yeah," He said almost absentmindedly as he glanced around the room at the murmuring kids. Goats. "Yeah, okay, let's-"

"Oh, gods, I think that's Percy Jackson!"

Percy froze and turned around slowly, looking at the kids gathered in front of him. "Who said that?"

One kid shakily raised their hand, their eyes wide and a bit frightened. It was a young boy around eleven or twelve with dirty jeans and a ratty grey jacket, though it did nothing to hide the orange shirt he wore. One look around the room confirmed two more children wearing the same shirt.

"Oh, no." Percy sighed with a heavy heart, hiding his face in his hands when he realized what was going on. "Oh, no, no, no."

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