35: Welcome To Camp Half-Blood

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My eyelids pull apart, and I stare at my ceiling. What? What the hell? Natasha knows my sister? And they're close... Or, will they be?

I've been having visions of the future... Maybe Natasha doesn't know her yet. Natasha would've spoken up already if she knew, right? That would've saved a lot of worry...

If Natasha already knows The Dancer, then why am I having visions of her? I  know that I'll meet her, sometime in the near-ish future. But if Natasha hasn't met her yet, then where does 'Auntie Tasha' come from?

Gah! It's so frustrating! If Natasha knows her, and hasn't said anything, it's probably for a good reason. If she doesn't know The Dancer, and I bring it up to her, it might mess up the future. Why does this have to be so complicated?

Incoherently grumbling, I climb out of bed. Turning on the faucet, I splash some cold water on my face. Grabbing a towel, I pat my face dry. What should I do? Should I confront Natasha or not?

Practically growling, I walk out of my room, and head to Natasha's. I knock on her door. "Natasha, it's Percy." I wait, not wanting to piss of the spy/assassin.

The door cracks open slightly. I see her bright green eyes, in sharp contrast to her red hair. "What do you want? At," She looks inside her room. "1:40 in the morning?"

I wince. "Sorry. I didn't check the time before coming."

She looks me up and down, obviously noting my tense posture. "What's wrong?"

I bounce from foot to foot, and I glance down each side of the hallway. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

She narrows her eyes. The door opens wider, and she steps back. I don't wait at all before slipping past her. Once inside, I plop down on the couch in her room. Kinda surpised Clint isn't passed out here. I mean, they seem like the besties that would do that. My knee bounces.

"What has you so spooked?" Natasha sits next to me, sitting with her back against the opposite armrest.

I'm about to answer, when I realize that I came to her only for a reason. I point to the ceiling, and then my ear, before doing the 'cut it' gesture where you shake your hand at your throat. She frowns for a second before telling JARVIS to turn off audio.

"Okay, you're good." She says.

"I had another vision." I tell her.

"Oh." She says, her head tilting lightly. "I'm guessing you haven't told anyone else?" At my nod, she continues. "Why come to me?"

I scowl. My mouth twitches while I try to figure out what to say. "You were in it." I blurt, looking directly at her.

Her eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"You were in my vision." I say clearer.

"I heard." Natasha says. "Are you sure it was me?"

"If it wasn't you, then it was an exact clone with all of your memories." I assure her.

"Okay. Why are you so freaked though? Was I dying or something?"

"No!" I assure her. "No, nothing like that."

"Then what?"

"You were with The Dancer."

She nods. "All your visions have been of her. So, now we know that I meet her as well."

"Natasha. Do you know her?" I ask her, seriously.

"No. I don't." Natasha narrows her eyes at me.

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