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This is book 2 the first book is called Hunters I'm almost 100% positive this won't make sense without it. Please read that one before this.
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Ok here is the first chapter 😁.
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It's been two years since I came back from killing Lucifer—two years since I was hurled through time and dropped into 1940 like some cosmic joke. Now, in the wake of the Pearl Harbor bombing, I'm about to enlist in the army. Again. Different war. Different decade. Same fight.
I'm sitting in a cold, sterile room with a group of other recruits, all of us stripped down to nothing but our underwear. The linoleum beneath my bare feet is freezing, and the air is thick with nervous tension and the faint smell of antiseptic. I feel exposed—not just physically, but emotionally. Vulnerable. Out of place.
"James Buchanan Barnes," a voice calls.
I rise, instinctively, even though it still feels strange—being called by someone else's name. Not Percy Jackson. Not anymore. Just another soldier in a war I already know the end of.
And then there's Steve.
He's sitting a few feet away, all sharp bones and stubborn eyes. Tiny. Fragile. He looks more like Nico than Captain America. It's jarring, seeing him like this—before the serum, before the shield, before everything. Part of me aches to tell him what's coming, to warn him, to prepare him. But I can't. I won't. The timeline's fragile enough as it is.
Gods, I wish I could just pull him close and hold him. Just for a second. Just to make sure he's real.
He catches me looking, and I glance away, heart thudding.
Everything about this is wrong. But somehow... it's also exactly where I'm meant to be.
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Turning the tides of war
FanfictionBook 2 They didn't ask. They ordered. And when the gods of Olympus give an order, you don't get to say no. "Bless Percy Jackson. He must be sent back in time... to fight as James Buchanan Barnes." I stood there, jaw tight, as the gods raised their h...
