Tadaaaaa.
--Yuki <3
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Percy was fine with being a train at first. Messing with Clint and watching Frozen made him almost forget that he was in a small area, the sides pressing slightly on his sides. He didn't want to tell Tony he was a bit (a lot) claustrophobic. He knew the genius would feel bad about it. But he was sweating and shivering at the same time, shaking slightly as he gripped the remote controller in a tight grip. He wasn't sure if they could see the train tilting back and forth but he knew he had to move, to distract himself from the fact that he couldn't get away from the walls that felt like they were closing in. He did what he always did- spin 'til ya fall down. He felt trapped.
Like an animal.
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"Um... What is he doing?" Bruce sipped his tea, looking at the black and green train in the living room. When he had come down from his lab, Percy was spinning at impossible speeds and the scientist was pretty sure that part of the sides were smoking.
"I don't know," Clint shrugged from his perch on the kitchen counter, stuffing his face with a donut. "He's been at it for fifteen minutes already."
"Fifteen..." Bruce walked into the living room, leaving his tea next to Clint. He looked at the train, "Percy!" It didn't slow down. "Percy!" Finally, the vehicle started lowering to the ground slowly while ceasing the spinning. He smiled slightly when it made a curious whistle while coming towards him. He patted the top like the train was a dog, "Did you eat breakfast?" When Percy turned to answer no, Bruce pointed towards the kitchen, "Clint has donuts."
The train let out a high whistle, zooming away. A second later, there was a scream of pain and a shout of, "My spleen!"
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"That's the third time today," Steve commented as he watched a black and white movie on TV. "Isn't he dizzy?"
Natasha shrugged, looking up from her book to glance at the train. Her mouth twisted in a small frown and she tilted her head thoughtfully, "Percy." She continued when he turned towards her, "Let's go see if Tony can get you out now, yeah?" She got up and walked to the stairs of the resident billionaire's workshop, knowing that Percy was following. "I'm sorry," She whispered when he hovered next to her. "We'll get you out soon."
He whistled softly, nudging her side gently. He went through the doors of the workshop that JARVIS opened for him. He landed on the ground and used the wheels to move around, going towards Dum-E and whistling softly at the robot. Soon, both of them were chasing each other around the workshop while whistling happily.
"He hates it in there, doesn't he?" Tony said softly to Natasha, watching the two roll around.
She looked at them, too, "Not at first, I don't think. He knows how to distract himself now but, yeah, I think it'd probably be best if we got him out."
"I know," The genius nodded, nudging a screw and making it topple on the floor. "I'm working on it." He looked down when he heard a whistle and saw Percy just by his legs, holding the screw in the train's metal claw. "I'm sorry, PJ. I didn't mean for this to happe-" He made an 'oof' sound when the train rammed in his stomach and he could vaguely hear Natasha laughing softly in the background.
"I think he's telling you to stop blaming yourself too much," The redhead shook her head. She patted the top of the train, "I have to go spar with Clint. I hope to see you out of there soon."
"Well," Tony moved to kneel next to the train with some of his tools. "Let's see if we can open this, okay, hun?"
He received a happy whistle in reply.
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Steve would be a liar if he admitted that he didn't miss seeing Percy walk around silently like a ninja, bullying Clint whenever he could. He missed him sitting on the couch, curled up in Tony's side, making inappropriate comments at inappropriate times. The train was cute, yeah, but it just- it wasn't Percy. Percy was a part of the team and so they just weren't a team without him.
Gosh, they needed Percy Jackson back. They didn't need Percy-Train (although, Percy-Train was kind of cute).
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Bruce was kind of used to Percy (Percy-Train, as Clint would say) coming up to him when he was reading. The demigod, before getting stuck in the vehicle, used to sit in front of him on the floor, staring up at him with awe-filled eyes as he read to him. Bruce loved to see his expressions as he told him a story; his wonder, his distress at a cliffhanger, his crushed look at a character's death, his laughter. The train could only do so much. It wasn't enough, though. His stories didn't seem so great anymore. They were just... bland now. Nothing.
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Clint was bored.
He was so bored, he started shooting arrows at a picture of Fury.
He was so bored, he was tempted to play pranks on Steve again.
He would- play pranks on Steve, that is- but it just wasn't any fun without his best friend. Percy always had different ideas, unique ones that Clint would never have thought of. There was a time when he messed with all of the coffee makers in the Hellicarrier, changing it to decaf. Another time was when Percy let a wild pig in Thor's room.
Okay, well, that one backfired when the god befriended said pig.
He sighed as he stood in front of the opening to the living room, noticing the distinct lack of people. Gods, he was so bored. He squawked, suddenly, when a crutch hit his back and he was sent sprawling to the ground.
"Out of my way, Hawk Ass. Stop standin' around lookin' like an idiot."
"Dammit, Percy! You're dead!"
"Oh, woe is me. I'm quaking in my boots. Fight me, Shit Head."
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Bleep Bloop.