Percy Jackson and the Avengers

Chapter 65

POV: Percy

          It was late. Nico and Thalia had both left. Nico to camp and Thalia to join the hunters. Both promised to start tracking down leads on Annabeth. 

         Percy stood in the graveyard alone, holding a slice of blue birthday cake. He stared at her headstone. She was alive, he knew that, but he couldn't not visit her on their anniversary. And this horrible grave marker was as close as he could get to her for the moment.

         Percy brushed some gravel away as he set the cake down. Someone had already cleared away the cookies he'd left last time. He strongly suspected it was Hestia. The goddess of the hearth had taken a special interest in him after the wars, and not in the get a hero killed kind of way. But in the way a sweet mortal aunt might.

        "I know you aren't gone Wise Girl. I swear I'll find you. Never again remember? When I find you the first thing we're going to do is move to New Rome. Terminus will blast any meddling gods and the legion will kill the monsters. You'll study architecture, maybe help design the temples and monuments Jason's been working on. I'll study the ocean or surfing or something; just like I told you on the Argo II. We'll have a house and kids and when we grow old and smell like mothballs, I'll see you in Elysian. I promise Wise Girl, I swear it. I'm going to find you. We won't be another greek tragedy." He sat down leaning against the headstone. He noticed some shadows shift.

        Nico was watching. So were the Avengers. He didn't really care. He also didn't care that he was about to do something incredibly stupid. Something that Annabeth would probably kill him for. He did it anyways.

        "I'm going to find you Wise Girl. And I swear on the River Styx whoever took you is going to pay. One way or another."

        The sky rumbled.