Percy Jackson POV

Almost immediately after Peter fell unconscious, he opened his eyes and stood up again.

But there was something different about him.

He tilted his head amusingly and glared at me. "Do you not remember me, Percy? We had so much fun together, you and I, trying to kill the Roman child."

"Dear gods..." I cursed loudly.

Eidolons. Peter was possessed by an eidolon. I recognized the voice. It was a deep, hollow sound that's volume was only one of a whisper.

"Why are you here?" I demanded. "Why now? Why are you possessing Peter?"

"That's a lot of questions to answer at once," Peter smirked in an unnerving, devilish way.

Dr. Strange, Tony, Loki, and I cautiously took several steps away from Peter. For extra measure, Tony yelled, "Jarvis! Tell the team that there's some weird stuff going on and we might need their help. Also, tell them not to kill Loki. For once, his intentions seem good."

"I screw up one time..." Loki mumbled under his breath.

"Twice," Stark corrected. "You screwed with Thor, you screwed with this team... You screwed up a lot."

"Shut up," Loki sneered.

"Ladies," Eidolon Peter laughed. "Calm yourselves. Don't we have more important matters? After all, one of your team members has just been possessed."

"I hate you," I muttered. "Now, answer my questions."

"Well, to start off, remember that stupid little girl who died? Remember the person who scared her, who got in her head? Yep, that was me. And I didn't kill her or anything. I tried to keep her alive, but that stupid chick kicked me out and ruined all of my chances of getting to kill you, Percy Jackson."

Tony began to wag his finger in Peter's face. "She was not just some stupid little girl. She was a powerful, kind, smart, important human being who had the potential for greatness within herself!"

"Meh," Peter waved that thought aside carelessly.

"You're trying to tell us that you're a good guy?" I scowled.

"No," he shrugged. "I'm trying to convince you to not kill me yet. I tried to help you, so for a second, you should try to help me. My boss wants to get back at the person who's responsible for killing Alex. For revenge purposes. Also, Alex is alive again. If you don't help me, you'll never see her again."

"What?" Tony scoffed frustratedly.

"It happens sometimes," I explained. "Some people escape the underworld without Hades or Thanatos knowing. It's complicated mythological stuff. I'll explain the details later."

Tony and Dr. Strange couldn't seem to wrap their heads around what I just said, so I continued to interrogate Mr. Eidolon.

"Who killed Alex?" I said hurriedly. "Tell us!"

Peter began, "Her name is Nebula. Rumor has it that Alex had fish tacos which were poisoned with hell water. A sorcerer was hired by Nebula to do the dirty deed of poisoning the seafood. So Nebula technically did all these things, though indirectly, simply for the sole purpose of stopping Thanos from killing Percy, which would ensure all chances of easily destroying the world."

"Huh," Tony sighed. "So you work for Thanos?"

"No," the demon possessed kid gave a troublemaker's smile that was almost as good as mine. "I work for a dude who works for Thanos."

"Whose the dude you work for?" Dr. Strange insisted.

"Nobody."

"I only know one Nobody," I said. "And he's in Fast and Furious... Wait. Make that two. My girlfriend was Nobody one time. She was trying to trick a cyclops... Does it count if a third Nobody lived a thousand years ago and dated my best friend's lady, who could've been my lady?"

Then I started to remember some other facts about Odysseus, who was the third Nobody. Didn't he stay with Calypso for six or seven years or something like that? I shuddered when the thought occurred to me.

And he was married. That had to be the worst part.

Aside from the fact Calypso looks really young.

And also that she was with my best friend right now and he was totally oblivious to the fact she'd been in a relationship with a grown man for several years. Holy Hades...

Anyways... Moving on.

Oh yah, she totally also hit on me when I was fourteen years old.

Again, moving on.

Everyone stared at me awkwardly for what felt like forever.

"Never mind," I muttered.

"My boss's name is classified to those who are stupid," Peter gestured to me as an example of one of 'those who are stupid.' "My point is, right now, we share a common interest: We both want Nebula. And while Thanos is your enemy, he's decided that temporarily, you have certain skills that may come of use to us. For now, our greatest enemy is your enemy. And the enemy of our enemy is our friend, get it?"

"So you're saying that Thanos wants to work with us until Nebula is out of the picture?" Tony hissed.

"Indeed."

Just then, the entire team of Avengers broke through the doors with armor and weapons, ready to attack.

"Wait," I said, making everyone freeze in their spots. I turned to Eidolon Peter. "What happens when we find Nebula? What happens to Peter? And how can we trust you'll bring us Alex?"

"Who's Peter?" Peter asked, grimacing.

"The guy you're possessing," I scoffed.

"Aw!" Realization spread across Peter's face. "He will be fine. I will leave this body as soon as the mission is accomplished and take over Alex, completely."

"What?" Tony exclaimed.

"I'm in the girl's head as we speak," Peter shrugged. "She's resisting me, but its fine. She won't he able to take a headache for too long."

Tony, Dr. Strange, Steve, and a bunch of other guys had to be held back by each other, otherwise, Peter might've been killed.

"Don't hurt Peter!" I screamed. "He has no say in his words or actions right now. I know. I've been possessed by the same spirit."

"What happened to Alex?" Tony screamed at Peter. "What'd you do to her?"

"Weren't you there?" Peter's eyes narrowed. "You are very dull minded and stupid! She died."

"But..." Tony's eyes narrowed as well. "From what you said, it sounds like you're holding her hostage."

"I am," Peter smirked devilishly. "So, are you helping me or not? I'm getting some mixed signals."

I heaved a heavy sigh. "I don't think we have a choice."

A/N

I didnt realize until now how much dialogue I put in my stories.

...wow. That's a lot of things to say. Sorry, readers, if you don't like dialogue. I'm not a huge fan, yet it takes up the majority of my book. I suck. :(

Also, THOSE CHAPTERS. One chapter says he fell down, the next said he got back up again. One said she died, the next said she's alive again. I am the most predictable human being on this planet. Sorry, peoples.

Story time (since you haven't gotten enough of that)!

True story BTW. Here it goes:

So, when I was twelve, I found some animal poop in my house. I didnt know what kind of animal poop it was (because to a twelve year old, that's an important thing to know) so I emailed my friend who I thought was a genious and asked him how big cockroach poop was because I suspected the it was either cockroach poop or mouse poop. He never answered.

Later that day, I went to church. I sat down with a bunch of friends, and, low and behold, my genius friend (who is a guy BTW) shows up and sits down next to me.

I said, "You never answered my question on the email."

"I felt uncomfortable answering that," he answered, noticing the people who were growing interested in our conversation. I didnt notice though.

"I'm serious, though!" I practically shouted. "How big is it???"

One of my close friends at the time snorted spaghetti out of her nose, while my youth pastor (who was sitting with us too) looked absolutely shocked. I didnt realize the mistake of my poor word choice for a second or two. My face grew red with embracement as my genius friend buried his face in his hands.

"B-but--" I turned to my youth pastor to explain myself-- redeem myself. That wasn't what I meant, and they needed to know that! "B-b-but the poop!"

My youth pastor just stood there staring at me with wide eyes. No one from youth group got the true, real, easy-to-understand explanation as I was too embarrassed and flabbergasted to speak correctly for the rest of the day. You can't imagine the crap I went through that day. But for a second, can you imagine the dread my youth pastor felt when he thought an awkward, innocent twelve year old, who looked eight years old at the time, was asking you-know-what on the phone?

Lol. I'm an idiot.

A/N

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