Shards (A Percy Jackson and Avengers Crossover)

Shawarma, Nukes, and Aliens... Not Necessarily In That Order

Honestly, Percy had a funny feeling he'd been dropped on his head as a child one too many times. But at least he hadn't eaten a stapler as a kid. Or been KO'd by a flying brick.

Bruce crossed the room in a few strides. "You've been asleep for four days, Percy. How are you feeling?"

He leaned forward, placing the back of his hand on Percy's head. The scientist pulled away after a few moments, satisfied.

"Fine." Percy shifted under the sheets before slowing sitting up. Bruce steadied him. "I'm a little hungry though." He still wanted those blue cookies. A thread of sadness weaved through him at the thought of his mom. He shook the feeling off.

The doctor smiled at him. "Well, we can fix that. You could use a little exercise anyway."

With a motion of his hand, Bruce gestured for Percy to get out of bed. Percy did so, with a grunt and a little wobble. Bruce slung an arm around him to help Percy keep his balance. "JARVIS, can you please inform the others that Percy is awake, and that we are headed to the kitchen."

Of course, Doctor Banner, the disembodied voice replied.

Bruce smiled again at him as they began to hobble towards the door. "You're lucky. Everyone's here today."

Percy blew out a breath. He wasn't quite sure lucky was the right word for it. Don't get him wrong, Percy had grown close to the motley group of heroes. They reminded him of his own friends... excluding the, you know, dead part. But they were soooo overprotective. And they had such a hero complex.

Okay. So maybe that last part made sense... not that Percy was one to talk about hero complexes.

But still, it was exhausting. Percy understood, of course. Not only did he manage to get himself into an impressive number of dangerous predicaments, but he was also still technically a teenager. In the demigod world, that would be considered old, but here, it was the exact opposite.

Bruce leaned forward to open the door. "They've been sticking close to the Tower." Bruce paused, his voice softening. "We've all been really worried about you, Percy." The son of Poseidon couldn't help the warm feeling spreading through his body at those words.

The two arrived in the kitchen a little while later, Percy leaning heavily on the genius. Natasha, Clint, and Steve were already there.

"Percy!" Clint was the first to notice the duo, but Steve was quicker in reaching their side. The super soldier helped Bruce bring Percy to the kitchen counter.

Natasha pushed off from where she was leaning on the counter's edge and pulled out one of the black barstools for the god. Clint was half a step behind the trio, in case Percy fell.

Percy waved off the buzzing Avengers once he sat down. He slumped over the counter, exhaling contently as the cold granite cooled his warm skin.

"Percy's hungry," Bruce explained, answering the others' unvoiced questions. Clint chuckled slightly. Of course the first thing Percy thought about after waking up from a four-day coma was food. He shook his head. Typical Percy.

Steve moved to the fridge and opened the door. He briefly perused the contents before glancing over his shoulder at Percy. "Well, we've been, uh, ordering in a lot, so we've got a bunch of leftovers."

Percy read between the lines, metaphorically of course considering his dyslexia would make that hard. They'd had food delivered, just on the off chance he woke up while they were eating. Once again, a warm tingling ran up his spine and dispersed throughout his body.

"We've got shawarma, fried chicken, pizza—"

"Pizza!" Percy interrupted, practically jumping off the stool. He may not be able to have blue cookies, but pizza was the next best thing.