A/N:
Salutations fellow Wattpadians!
Do you ever just randomly start crying for no reason without noticing it and then someone asks you why you're crying and you say you're not because you don't think you are and then the person says 'yes you are' and sure enough when you put your hand up to your cheek it turns out you are crying and you're like 'Huh, okay, that's weird'.
And then the person is like 'Are you okay? What's wrong?' and you say you don't know, but they keep on insisting that you can tell them and that it's okay to feel things, but you seriously don't know why you're crying so you have to make up a lie about why you're crying.
Does that ever happen?
Ma'Am, tHiS iS a WeNdYs.
🕷Natasha's POV:
Clint, Steve, Tony, and Peter were on their phones for the rest of the ride. They were probably texting the kids.
I really hoped that the camp wasn't associated with HYDRA or Red Room, we didn't need any more evil organizations to deal with.
The jet landed in an open field, the same felid we landed in last time we came here, except now we had the exact location. Or at least the location of the place where Tony's tracker was. . . destroyed.
"Ready to go save them?" Tony asked.
"Yup," Clint replied, swinging his bow onto his back.
"Let's do this!" Peter exclaimed pulling his mask over his face.
"Ready," Wanda said.
"Mmhm," Steve hummed, ready, with his shield on his back.
Bucky just nodded.
"Right, well the tracker says the camp is somewhere in the woods, so we need to head that way," Tony said.
"Okay, let's go," I replied.
We all started walking towards the woods.
"We're going on a trip in our broken rocketship," Peter sang as we were walking through the fields.
"What?" Steve asked.
"Falling through the sky, I think I'm gonna die," he continued.
"Ooookay?" Steve said, very confused.
We reached the edge of the forest. "I forgot how creepy this place is," Tony said wth disgust.
"Yeah, but your tracker thingy says it's in here, so we should go in no matter how much I feel like I'm being watched by something that wants to kill me," Clint said.
We all walked into the forest, and I would be lying if I said I didn't get creepy vibes when we entered, or as Clint worded it: feeling like I'm being watched by something that wants to kill me.
"We're close, only seventeen thousand feet until we get there," Tony stated.
"And how long is that?" Clint asked.
Tony rolled his eyes. "0.3219697 miles, or 518.16 meters, or 566.6667 yards, or-"
"Okay, that's enough" Clint cut Tony off.
"Well you did ask," Tony said.
"You know what I meant," Clint sighed.
"Did I?" Tony asked with a smirk.
"Yes. You did," Clint said.
Suddenly I heard a twig snap a couple of feet away from us. "Did you guys hear that?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think I did," Bucky said.
"What did I say? I feel like I'm being watched by something that wants to kill me!" Clint exclaimed.
Suddenly a girl with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes jumped out from behind a bush, pointing a medium length sword that looked like it was made out of some sort of. . . bone? at us.
We all jumped up in surprise, someone even let out a loud high pitched shriek *cough* Clint *cough*.
"Who are you, and why are you here?" she asked, glaring at us.
"We could ask you the same questions," Tony said. "What's a kid with an eight-inch sword doing out in the middle of the woods?"
"Who are you, and why are you here?" She demanded again, her glare intensifying.
"We're just trying to find a camp. We need to save some kids. Do you by any chance know where the camp is," Steve replied calmly.
The girl stiffened. "I'm sorry but you won't find any camp here, I suggest you leave this forest now unless you want to be brutally murdered," she said coldly.
Clint snorted. "By you?" he asked sceptically.
"No. Not by me. Not unless you're trying to kill me first. There are other. . . beings in this forest who will eat you alive if you don't leave right now, you're lucky they haven't already attacked you yet," she said.
Tony rolled his eyes. "What is this? A horror movie?" he asked.
The girl laughed. "My life is a horror movie," she said. "So yes. Yes, it is."
"Do you know where the camp is?" I asked.
"No. Now go away," she responded, still pointing her sword at us.
"Do you go to the camp?" I asked.
"No. Also please go away, I'm not in the mood to be interrogated by a group of spandex dances who look like a Halloween shop thew up on them," she said.
"Kid, we know you go to the camp, why else would you be out here," Tony said.
"One, don't call me kid. Two, why I'm out here is none of your concern," she said, glaring at us like we had just killed her puppy.
"You know you can tell us the truth, we won't be mad, or hurt you or anything," Steve said softly.
The girl with the sword facepalmed. "Oh. My. Gods. Please leave," she said.
"Is that what you're worried about? Did the people at your camp threaten you or something?" Peter asked.
The girl yelled in frustration. "No! There is no camp here! Go! Leave! Evacuate this area! Shoo! Be gone!"
"We are not leaving this forest until we save the kids," Bucky said.
"Listen here-"
"Annabeth?" a voice called, cutting her off.
She sighed. "Yes Nico?" she called back.
"Percy wants to know where you are," the voice shouted.
"Why?" she asked.
"Something about go-fish and being invincible, and I think he also mentioned peanut butter, I dunno, I wasn't really listening," the voice called.
The girl sighed and shook her head. "He is such a seaweed brain," she muttered.
"Seaweed brain? "Clint asked.
"Who was that?" The voice asked.
"Just some random spandex dancers that got lost in the woods," she said.
We heard footsteps coming closer and soon a boy appeared from behind a tree.
"Ugh," he said. "Not you again."
A/N:
Thanks for reading! I hope you liked the chapter!
Sorry if it has a bunch of spelling errors, It's really late, and I'm tired, I'll go through and edit this tomorrow, but I thought I'd just publish this today because a bunch of you want me to update soooooo here you go! A weird un-edited chapter that probably makes no sense because most of the time I was writing this I was half asleep!
But it's fiiiiiiine.
Bye,
-Sundew ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔ