Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I have a preview of you guys of my upcoming fanfiction, Heroes and Dragons. It's an Avenger and Percy Jackson crossover, but it will reference other fandoms. Don't worry, you will still understand and enjoy it if you are not a member of any other fandoms except Avengers and Percy Jackson.

Blurb (the bit on the back that tells you what it's about)

Steve Rogers hasn't had an easy run of it. Not at all. But just when he thinks he might be able to settle down into his new life with the Avengers, a ghost from the past returns to haunt him.

Percy and Annabeth are SHIELD agents now, although they still help out at Camp. Trying to protect the world, just like always. And the last thing they need is to be stuck with a group of childish, sarcastic, overpowered "heroes".

Night is falling.

Are the Avengers ready?

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Prologue

Somewhere in Europe, just before World War Two.

The eight year old girl pushed her short brown hair out of her face. Her eyes glowed a dangerous red, but even at her young age, you could see she was going to be beautiful.

She crawled forwards through the air shaft, slipping out and landing lightly on the ground, soundless despite the acoustics of the corridor. She padded forwards into the SHIELD lab, adjusting the scarf tied over her mouth and pulling a dagger from her combat vest.

The eight year old girl threw the blade expertly. It flipped end over end through the air once, twice, and embedded itself into the back of the man. He cried out before he died, collapsing onto the cold grey floor, medical instruments scattering around him.

The girl's face creased in irritation, but still with the same implacable calm behind her eyes, the calm that had killed hundreds. She pulled out a sword, dispatching the guards that came at the cry of the man. She showed no emotion at the bloodbath, despite the hesitation of the guards to attack or injure a child.

Exiting the building, she nodded at the man, her handler, in combat black, who had been awaiting her return. "It is done."

Her glowing red eyes faded through turquoise blue to a stormy grey, and she collapsed to the ground, gasping and crying. It was now, when the Assassin was gone, that she felt the pain of what she had done.

The man handcuffed her and swung her into the truck before he began the long drive back to base. HYDRA was waiting for the Midnight Assassin to return.

Want to read it? Check back here, and I'll notify you wonderful people when it's up (and hopefully have another one shot). Or comment on this chapter (or just PM me(!)), and I'll add you to the list of people to message with the link.

Thanks!
Dragon x