Frank POV

I heard Percy faintly say my name. Glancing at him, I saw he had passed out from the blood loss in his shoulder. He looked absolutely awful.

His left arm had been ripped to shreds. Strange lines of what looked like ice wrapped around it and his shoulder was bleeding profusely from the deep dagger wound. He was still chained to the wall and I could see chafe marks and bloody sores along his wrists. They were probably along his ankles too.

"You meddling boy!" His kidnapper screeched.

"Just looking out for my friends." I responded, loosing the arrow at her chest. Before it collided, she dissolved into a burst of snowflakes and disappeared.

I checked the room, making sure she wasn't hiding in a corner and waiting to strike before moving to Percy. Pulling the small dagger that Natasha had provided me for closer combat, I began to saw at the chains. The special metal sliced through the rusted iron and Percy collapsed into my arms, his head lolling.

"Fai, how's it coming? We have no clue where you went, we're fighting off some winter anemoi." Steve's voice echoed over my earpiece. I shifted Percy carefully in my arms and responded as I headed for the door.

"I've got him, I'm on my way out." I turned sideways to protect Percy's head as I left the room, then I began to jog through the strange compound that this goddess had made her base of operations.

My mind worked overtime to point me in the correct direction. Percy kept groaning in pain as I jostled him, and frankly I was glad for it. 

It meant he was still breathing.

The sounds of combat began to echo from the corridors in front of me. "I'm almost to you, is the jet ready to go?" I shouted into my comm.

"Yeah! How's SeaBird?" Tony sounded extremely worried.

"He's alive."

"Thank God."

"For now."

Tony swore. "Get him out here and get him on the jet!"

"I'm working on it!" I snapped.

"Stark, shut up and pay attention! You nearly blasted me!" Natasha ordered.

"Sorry, it's not like my nephew is bleeding out as he's being carried this way!" Tony retorted.

"Shut up!" I yelled. "Argue later, right now I need cover fire!"

"On it!" Clint called.

"Wish granted!" Tony added. 

I burst through the door with Percy in my arms and made a mad dash for the jet, already fired up and waiting for me to get inside.

"Go, go, go!" I heard Steve shouting, then there were footsteps behind me. The rest of the team fell in step, surrounding me and our mission as I sprinted at top speed.

Percy had gone silent and I was worried now.

My boots hit the metal ramp into the jet and I almost cried with relief. Bruce was in the med bay, a hospital bed already waiting. I laid Percy on it and jabbed my fist against the button to close the hatch as Steve pounded his way in, having stayed out longest.

"Who's driving the jet?" Nat asked.

"Sally is." Bruce responded shortly, hooking up Percy to various machines. "God, I don't know if he's going to make it with everything."

"What does that mean?!" Tony demanded.

"I don't know if I can fix this." Bruce pointed to the destroyed, mangled mess of an arm that lay on Percy's left side.

"Just..." Tony's voice cracked as he bit back a sob. "Just save my nephew."

"I'm on it. Frank, will you help?"

"Of course."

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Percy POV

I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a bus.

Yes, I know how that feels. Long story.

Opening my eyes, I was immediately blinded by the lights above my bed. I growled in pain and closed them again, resigning myself to my other senses for the moment.

I tried to sit up. 

Tried being the operative word.

My left arm wouldn't cooperate. In fact, I couldn't feel it at all. It was like someone had shot me with a numbing agent from the shoulder down. The harder I tried, the more stubbornly it seemed my arm refused to move.

Shoulder.

The knife. Khione. The memories flooded back.

Oh, gods, please no.

I bit my lip and slowly moved my right hand over my stomach, trying to find my left arm. Halfway across my body, a tugging sensation in the back of my hand stopped me.

An IV? I wanted to pull the thing out, but I didn't have the energy.

"It can't be that bad." I reasoned with myself quietly, trying to convince myself that my arm was just temporarily numb.

Slowly, I turned my head and opened my eyes to look down at where my left arm was.

Or where it should have been.

Instead of an arm, covered in familiar scars and other things, I saw a stump wrapped in bandages.

No.

[A/N well that was interesting to write....hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think]