Percy's head snapped up from his pillow. He was sweating and panting, trying to forget the horrible voice that sounded like someone taking a hunk of voice and shredding it with a cheese grater. It was just his luck that he was being dragged into another war. Peace? Not an option for this demigod.

Percy jumped out of bed and hurried around his room, and then he darted into the 'lobby' of the Avengers tower. The son of Poseidon blaintlently ignored that it was 3:00 in the morning as he pushed the emergency button.

It didn't take long before the group of avenger assembled. They all looked tired, but alert, and they looked so threatening in their bunny slippers and pajamas. Percy almost laughed, but the situation was too serious.

"Well?" An irritated Tony demanded, "What is it?"

"Take a seat," Percy commanded, "Now. This is important."

"So incredibly important that it couldn't wait until the morning?" Steve complained. "Because I was enjoying my sleep."

Percy rolled his eyes, "Sure. Go to bed and let the world be consumed by darkness in a week."

The avenger's heads shot up at this statement and looked at Percy with wide eyes. They all seemed more awake, and if possible, more alert.

"Um, what?" Clint managed, still looking at Percy with wide eyes.

"Look, I know who we're facing, I semi-know why he's here, I know when he plans on consuming the world, and I know where he is going to attack." Percy stated.

"How?" Natasha questioned, "How do you know, and who is it?"

Percy made a face and said, "Demi-god dreams suck. But I found out my information from a dream. We're facing Erebus, god of darkness, he said he wanted revenge, but I don't know why or what for." Percy stopped to take a breath, got up out of his seat and stared to pace around the room.

"H-he," Percy sputtered, "He's going to attack in a week."

Tony raised an eyebrow, "And how do you know that?"

"I-I don't. But it makes sense, because it's the summer solstice, and I have a gut feeling."

"Alright, and where is he going to attack?" Banner asked.

"He has to defeat the gods first," Percy tried to explain, "Because if he doesn't then they'll send him to Tartarus, so he'll have to attack Mt. Olympus."

"So, were going to Greece?" Natasha said, looking at Percy with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"No." Percy said, "He's going to attack Manhattan."

"Umm," Steve interrupted, "I'm not sure about you, but I'm pretty sure that Olympus isn't in Manhattan."

"Dude," Percy said, exasperated, "I'm not going to explain everything to you because I don't feel like it, but know this; Olympus is on the 600 floor of the Empire State Building. Erebus is going to take out the gods thrones, like Kronos had tried, but this time, he'll have darkness and the dead on his side."

"Wait," Banner said, holding up his hands, "Isn't Hades god of the dead? Should he control them?"

"No," Percy admitted, "Hades is the god of the underworld, and though he does have a huge amount of control over the dead, so does Erebus. He works there too, and he's obviously picked up a few tricks."

"Alright." Clint nodded, "Its 3:00 in the morning, what do you want us to do now?"

"Make a plan," Percy said, "And fast. But right know, I need to call camp, and get some reinforcements."

Whelp. This sucks for the demigods, doesn't it? Poor Percy. He never seems to get a break. It's always the calm before the storm.

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