71k 13th October 2016

"What are we doing?" I asked softly. The silence was deafening, Steve and I were in some kind of luxury jet, it was expensive, I'll give it that. Steve however, didn't seem intent on touching the crystalline bottles of champagne, lined alone the racks.

I hadn't showered for a couple of days, I could feel it, I still wore the same clothes that I was wearing in the fight and the hoodie overtop. Steve was wearing a black jacket and jeans, his costume gone.

Steve was deep in thought, thinking, we'd exchanged a brief greeting as I arrived but now was just awkward silence. Well Steve was deep in thought and I was seriously jittery. The silence had left for me too much to think. Ever since I'd returned to New York I hadn't had time to think about the implications of what we'd done in Germany. I swallowed a lump down in my throat.

I though of Lana, of Clint, of Wanda, of Scott even. But mostly Lana, her look of cold, utter defeat. I think she'd know when she was in a situation where she knew she was lost.

She wasn't lost, Percy, you left her there. You traded your ally for an enemy.

"Stop." I hissed under my breath, wincing and shutting my eyes closed.

Then you take said enemy to your home and then left her in a new country, a new world, with people she doesn't even know. You were supposed to protect her and look how well you're doing at that.

"Stop!" I clenched my teeth even harder, wincing.

"We're going to get them out," Steve spoke shortly and I jerked upwards. "We're going to bust them out and then take them to a safe place," I nodded for Steve to continue. "I need you because we aren't landing in this jet at the prison, it's in the middle of the sea and this jet is a gift from someone who helped us and I can't betray him. So we're going to jump from it, into the sea. Can you help us with that in any way?" Steve looked to me, I thought for a moment.

"Now that you mention it..."

...

"This has got to be one of the worst ideas there is, and trust me, I've had a questionable few," I shouted over the wind and rain. The sea was stormy beneath us, slightly out of my father's domain, however, it was still the same, sea that I knew.

The jet had lowered us as close to the ocean as it could, it wouldn't matter, I could soften our fall to a degree.

I grabbed Captain America's wrist, his bicep may be too needy and the readers would loose it if I grabbed his hand. All that Pernico stuff...

I shook it off, trying to concentrate. I said a quick prayer to my father before nodding to Steve and we leaped over the edge of the cargo ramp and into the churning sea below.

It was initially chilly and the impact could've been worse, but it was still a shock. Instantly, I opened my eyes, feeling the new energy surging through my veins. I hadn't reconnected to the sea for a long time and it felt, well, like I was home again.

Steve tried to swim to the surface but I tugged him down a little, commanding the mass of bubbles surrounding us to accumulate to him. Soon enough, he had a working, breathing bubble.

Steve looked to me before beginning to swim, I knew the direction we had to take. There was this, large block. I could feel the adjustment of currents because of the mass that blocked my underwater vision. It was like trying to run through a wall in a video game, wasn't going to happen.

We slowly made our way forwards, at times I notices sea creatures surround us, calling in excitement. The Sea Prince has returned! It's the Lord of the Seas! The Defeater of Kronos! I tried to wave them away but they lingered in the background instead.

With some careful thought, I manipulated the tides to move up forwards. Steve, at first, was surprised, he let the current guide him to the fortress and soon enough, we were on the side of it.

Steve began searching for something, finding it, he drew a lever downwards and a square of light sucked us in.

I hit my head a couple of times while being sucked in, I saw a merman almost follow us until he swam away.

"Great," I coughed a little, Steve was still hacking out excess water and shaking himself off. "We're going to have company soon,"

"I hope not," Steve muttered, he was dry and drew up his hood over his face. "Who will it be?"

"My father," I frowned, "I disappeared for a long time and now I've made a public declaration that I'm alive, he'll be trying to find his way here," I started following Steve down a hallway. The edges were moist, this place was obviously new.

"Is he an enemy?" Steve asked, sounding almost worried but prepared.

"I don't think he'd want to take part in this," I wondered for a second as we took a left, another left and then a right. Steve took out two agents. We kept moving forwards, whenever Steve seemed to get overwhelmed, I'd sent the water molecules of whoever was our opponent, dropping to the floor.

Somewhere along the ride, I was humming a tune, not sure if it was the National Anthem or Ode to Joy but it was a tune.

"We're here," Steve spoke, breathing heavily and interrupting my National Anthem and Ode to Joy remix.

"What are we going to do?" I asked evenly, looking around, there were monitors of what seemed like jail cells. I began to recognise the inhabitants; Clint, Scott, Sam. I looked again, I could see Lana and Wanda. I grinned. "I've got Wanda and Lana, you get the others,"

"Detention deck twelve," Steve nodded towards me, I nodded back, "meet me on the takeoff wing in ten minutes," I flipped him a thumbs up and began running.

There was a serious lack of guards for two, highly-powerful detainees. I mean, I practically walked in. Lana was quiet, studious. Wanda was a fluff of rage, she had red electricity running over her skin and her eyes were basically black slits. I gulped.

"Alright kiddos, let's get this party started," I cheered, entering. Wanda looked up in shock, Lana grinned at my appearance. I moved to unlocked her cell.

"I didn't think you'd come back," she whispered shamefully, looking down, "I've learnt not to trust people, much,"

"Well, you can count on me, partner," I grinned, giving a cheesy, Sourthern cowboy wink. Wanda was freed. We turned back and began making out and back the way up I came. "We're going to the top deck," I explained, beginning to climb the sixth set of stairs in a minute.

"That's not going to work well unless there's some form of escape," Lana panted. "Can't I just teleport us there?"

We all skidded to a stop.

"Are you serious?" Wanda panted. Lana shrugged, grabbing us, my stomach swirled, chills ran up my spine, voices screeched at me, I was lost, tumbling, scared.

We were on the exit deck in no time.

"What was that?" Wanda asked, confused. I was still frozen, ghostly screams echoing in my ears.

Lana looked down at her hands, grinning, she looked back up at us. "It's coming back to me now, I can feel it, death is coming back to me,"

"Percy?"

So imma keep it there for y'all, especially that one. I'm gonna explain my tardiness on a competition I'm doing, it's called BUFTA and it's basically the solution to all my problems right now.

BUFTA is an annual competition for filmmakers in my region that will basically give the winner, a full scholarship to study film and tv at their university. I've been following the film competition for about six years and I've finally come of age to enter. Btw when I've said that I've been filming and so forth, this is what I've been doing.

After long eighteen hour editing marathons to three in the morning, stressful nights and days, I received my phone call today and I am an offical nominee for the music video category (I entered four, only one got in, this is how crazy it is). This means you'll be able to see my film and what I do in my spare time.

You'll be able to see the film in a couple of hours at: www.bufta.com.au/
And please please please! vote for my film at(opens in a couple hours as well): http://www.bufta.com.au/events/peoples-choice-award/

Thank you so much guys!

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