POV: Bruce
Bruce was worried. Percy had only eaten half of a single pancake. And Bruce had the impression that if Percy had wanted more of his own pancakes, he could have had them. And why were they blue? Bruce turned all the strange puzzle pieces that made up Percy Jackson when the kid himself emerged from his room, dressed in a sweatshirt, hands stuffed deep in his pockets.
"Be back in a bit." He said before wandering off towards the elevator. Bruce froze before lunging forward.
"Hey, you can't go anywhere yet. You haven't been cleared or..." Bruce trailed off when the kid turned his sea green eyes on him.
"I came in willingly. If you want me to stay I need my things. I need to check in with my cousins, call my family. Unless you plan on trying to keep me here against my will; which I don't recommend, I suggest you get out of the way." Bruce raised his hands placatingly. By then Romanoff had wandered into the hall.
"What's going on?" Bruce looked at the beautiful redheaded assassin, at a loss. He wasn't going to let this kid out on the streets alone, especially after they'd only just gotten him to come in.
"I'm going out." Percy said and started walking down the hall. Bruce looked at Natasha, broadcasting his distress as best he could. She nodded at him.
"Fine. Let me get the car."
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Percy Jackson and the Avengers
FanfictionAnnabeth is gone and Percy's world stopped. Fury finds a strangely thin file on a certain demigod/suspected terrorist. Avengers Assemble. Prophecies are spoken. Post Giants War, Pre Winter Soldier My story; other people's characters. All pjo/hoo a...
