** I do not own Percy Jackson or The Avengers**
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Third POV
Percy's body ached from the wounds of the last war. That were still not healed. He could faintly picture Will cursing at him for pushing himself to far. What was he suppose to do when a nasty hellhound (not ms. O'Leary) was chasing him. Percy just hoped that none of his wounds would reopen as he ran through the Manhattan streets. Percy ran down an ally way looking for some where to hide. Yes the great Perseus Jackson Son of Poseidon was go to hide. He was tired after the whole war and falling in Tartarus thing. Being torture did that to you. Percy barely ate let alone slept. He had been on the run for about two weeks now. He had fought enough. He had been through enough. He wanted out. He wanted the fates to stop.
     Percy turned with riptide in his hand and he stabbed the hellhound straight in the heart. Gold dust exploded everywhere. Percy slid down the wall of the alley exhausted. Pain spread through body. He placed a hand on his side where he felt the blood seep though his Camp Half-Blood shirt.   " Shit" Percy cursed. He took the backpack off his back. Keeping his hand on his right side where the wound had reopened, he looked through the bag for the one thing that would help. Nectar or ambrosia. He found the bottle of Nectar he opened it he found out what he half expected. It was all gone. He search for ambrosia and only found less then a half square which in his current condition would do nothing. He swore agin. Part of him wondered why was he trying. The only reason he was still alive was in his opinion gone. Annabeth. It was a miss calculation on her part. It broke him. In her defense she thought that if She chose Godly hood Percy would too. Then they could live happily together the end. Percy never wanted that even though the offer of godly hood was more enticing now. He had people in Hades domain waiting for him. People he owed apologies to. People who died for him. He could never accept godly hood knowing that people had died in his place.
Even though Percy was considering letting himself bleed out. Part himself couldn't let that happen. It was almost like something controlled his movements. He check his bag again. Well it wasn't really his bag it was some Apollo's campers bag. So it had been pack for a medic. So the fact that it was out of Nectar and Ambrosia was surprising. That didn't mean that the bag didn't have anything else useful. As Percy went through the bag he found a curved needle and thread. He also found some gauze and tape. Percy had never stitch himself up before he saw other campers do it a couple times. He has saw Will do it a bunch of times. Chorin made him take first aid with the Apollo cabin every year. It was definitely something that was taught, but he usually zone out during the lesson. ADHD usually kicked in, and in Percy defense he had never been without Nectar or Ambrosia before. So he would have to figure this out now. "How hard could it be?" Percy said out loud. He had helped sew funeral shrubs before and he did ok. He could do this. He threaded the needle and cried out in pain as the needle slowly closed the wound. After he finish Percy passed out welcoming the pain induced sleep.