So this chapter started out as something that a reviewer on ff.net asked for and became something else entirely. I'm sorry I swear I didn't mean for it to turn out the way it did. I should warn you I cried while writing the second part and scared myself. Literally after and while writing it I was going holy shit wtf am I writing. I'm so sorry. Umm it's actually kinda gruesome. Just thought I should warn you.
Umm btw I read a tumblr post about Slytherin loyalty vs Hufflepuff loyalty, and that Slytherin would be all damn everything else, forget the world, the only thing that matters is saving their friend. They used Steve and Bucky as an example because of the way Bucky jumped from the hellicarrier thingy to save Steve. If you think about it, that is Percy's kind of loyalty. He would destroy the world to save a friend.
Oh before I forget again I don't own anything except for the ideas and the ways I mess with cannon. I'm surprised no one's called me out on it yet.
"There are no heroes in war" Skulduggery Pleasant
Bucky jolted awake around 4 am covered in sweat. As much as he appeared to be fine, he still hadn't fully come to terms with all that HYDRA had made him do as the Winter Soldier. It wasn't just the fact that he had killed, even before HYDRA he had been a killer, a soldier. HYDRA just honed the monster already there and unleashed it. It was the fact that he did whatever it took to complete the mission, willing to sacrifice whoever or whatever he had to in order to do so. Shooting someone who was covering the target was no big deal. Just a minor inconvenience.
He was brought out of his thoughts by JARVIS' voice. "Mr. Barnes are you alright? You appear to be a bit stressed."
He waved off JARVIS' concerns. His problems were his to deal with and his alone. "Yeah I'm fine."
"In that case Mr Jackson appears to be experiencing a nightmare. You are the only one awake and as Mr Jackson is more familiar with you than anyone else in the tower, you are the most suitable choice." JARVIS said, his tone urgent.
Upon hearing the words "Jackson" and "nightmare" Bucky practically jumped out of bed. Demigod dreams were bad. Demigod nightmares? Vivid, long and excruciating.
"Which floor?"
"Mr. Jackson is on the 96th floor. I would advise you to hurry, he appears to be growing more distressed by the minute."
Bucky didn't bother with an elevator, taking the stairs two at a time, mentally thanking Stark for placing him only two floors below Percy's. Upon reaching Percy's room and finding the door locked he didn't hesitate in practically breaking the door down as he heard Percy scream.
Inside Percy was thrashing on the bed, muttering names that held no meaning to the Soldier, but he figured they were pretty important to Percy, considering the way he was insisting he failed them. Damn. As much as he hated the idea of his little brother leading wars, he hated the fatal flaw factor even more. Sons of Posiedon generally shared the same fatal flaw, personal loyalty, and it looked like Percy was no different. Either way, Percy had to wake up now, or more like ten minutes ago.
Waking up Percy was far harder than it should have been, it was as if Morpheus himself kept him sleeping. When the usual shaking and yelling his name didn't work, he formed a ball of water from the water vapour in the air and unceremoniously dropped in on Percy's head.
~Nightmare~
Percy was fighting like a demon, surrounded by his friends. He felt a glimmer of hope as he brought down a hellhound and stabbed a cyclops. Riptide was an arc of destruction no monster could escape that day and with his friends by his side he had never felt more invincible as he had that day. But it was just one of many battles. Gaea had indeed risen, but had yet to do more than send her children to fight her battles for her.
It was in the next battle when things went wrong. Thoon, born to oppose the fates attacked them with Mimas, Hephaestus's bane. As Mimas said, plans were broken and maps misread. None of their strategies were working and they were taking more hits than they were giving.
Percy felt some hope though, as the tide began to turn and it seemed for a second as if they may have a chance of winning. Then it happened. One second he and Jason were fighting side by side, grinning at each other as they destroyed monsters, and the next Jason was impaled on an empousa's spear. Jason's once grinning face morphed into one of confusion and pain as he looked down, pressing a hand to his abdomen, fingers curling around the spear shaft, as he choked, coughing up blood as he fell to his knees.
Percy stabbed the manticore he was fighting in the chest and ran to his friend, uncaring of whether or not he actually killed it.
"Shit Jason. Don't you dare die on me ok? Don't you fucking dare." He had never been more thankful for Will Solace's insistence of learning basic first aid, but even as he looked at his friend he knew it was too late.
No one noticed the two boys on the battlefield, as one closed his eyes for the last time after a final goodbye and as the other stood up, tears of sorrow and rage in his eyes as he called his pegasus to take his friend's body back to their camp. They did notice the boy when he delivered retribution upon them. When his sword was covered in their ichor and dust as he fought alongside the gods to take down Mimas.
Piper was the second to die. After Jason's death, she threw herself into the war, taking unnecessary risks and commanding any empusai she met to stab themselves using her charmspeak. She was shot at by an arrow while commanding a legion of empousai to kill themselves.
Fighting against Polybotes, they lost Leo when the Giant distracted Percy and drowned the mischievous son of Hephaestus. The poison Polybotes so liked turning water into was used to give him a slow and painful death as Percy drowned and revived him multiple time before striking the death blow with his father.
Hazel and Frank died together, Frank by a dragon and Hazel betrayed by the mist she commanded and left to the mercy of hellhounds.
Gaea began commanding her armies herself by then, never personally participating in the battles but always there, guarded by one of her children, generally Porphirion, and healing her army using the earth. Eventually though, one by one her remaining children fell until Porphirion only remained.
Percy and Annabeth fought back to back, covering each other, fighting their way through hellhounds, cyclopes and centaurs, finally reaching the king of the giants who was killed with the help of Zeus.
They were winning, they were actually winning. Then it happened. He looked over at Annabeth, lips curving upward into a smile, the first real smile since Jason's death, when he saw Gaea raise her hand and clench it into a fist and he could only watch in horror as tree roots rose from the ground and pierced Annabeth's skin, ripping her up from the inside.
Screaming as Gaea tore apart his hope, he ran to Annabeth, catching her as she fell, tears falling from his eyes as he held her and told her she would be alright and that there was no way she was leaving him after everything they've been through. And as the light faded from her eyes, he stood, tears freely falling from his own eyes as he turned to face Gaea and picked up his sword.
The earth, to survive, required water, no matter where or what it was. Even in the dryest of deserts, there was some form of water. Where they were right now? Surrounded by earth and Gaea's domain, Percy didn't even feel the need for a river.
His face a mask of stone, he surrounded himself and Gaea in a torrent of water, attacking her from all sides, solidifying most of the water into sharp ice which pierced her skin the same way the roots had Annabeth's. The ice was made into water which entered her body as ichor bled out, staining the ground golden. Then he raised his hand and twisted. The water inside her, mixed with her own ichor burned, and she screamed as it coursed through her veins, burning her from the inside. Percy's face remained emotionless as he buried Riptide between her ribs and let the water surrounding them fall away as he turned around leaving Gaea on the ground behind him, gasping for air as water filled her lungs and she bled out onto the ground, attempting to use the earth to heal herself before Percy lifted her off the ground using the water still coursing through her body as it burned her.
He ignored the dying primordial behind him as he stumbled towards Annabeth and knelt beside her body. Gently closing her eyes before clenching his fists and releasing his anger in the form of an earthquake which destroyed the remainder of Gaea's army.
He was vaguely aware of someone calling his name but facing his friends' gravestones he couldn't bring himself to care.
Until he was forced awake by a ball of water falling on his head that is.
Holy shit I feel worse every time I read that. I am so freaking sorry. Well at least you got some action right? And yes that got pretty dark and Percy scared me too and I wrote this! Also it is possible for him to go a little dark as seen in house of Hades against the goddess of misery. So yeah. Leave a review maybe? Imma go hide now. Umm also I wrote that whole thing with Jason, not because I like him but because as much as the fandom hates him, he is still Percy's friend. And uh I guess I felt I should tell you guys how the seven died since I never really mentioned it before.