YO IT'S HATE HERE WITH ANOTHER STORY

Since I've been sick over Winter Break, I took a bit of time to myself and decided to play around with the idea of a Percy Jackson and Avengers crossover. I will be continuing updating this and my 'Can You Help' story because I enjoy writing multiple things at one time, so updates will come for the both of them!

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Will Solace prided himself in his patience.

It was necessary for a doctor to be patient. A doctor had to wait to assess situations, had to wait to get information, and had to be patient with themselves. Patience and a level head is what it takes to be a great doctor when one doesn't want to kill their patient on accident.

But let's say Will has been having a bad day. The kitchen sink in his apartment was clogged in the morning, on the way to Camp Half-Blood the taxi he was in got a flat tire, and now he had to help heal three campers who decided that maiming each other in capture the flag was the best option they had. On top of all of this, he hadn't seen his boyfriend in the past two days. Will was not in the mood to deal with three preteens who couldn't keep their swords to themselves.

Two were already sent on their way back to their respective cabins when Will turned to the last one of the group, a son of Athena who was as hotheaded as a son of Ares. The other two were luckier; a few fractures and some scrapes. This kid decided that, hey, having a spear thrown at his shoulder would be great fun. Not only was it painful for the kid in front of him, but Will was on his last nerve with the brat, who only seemed to complain about Will's doctoring skills. The nineteen year old didn't need to hear such grievances from a small kid who looked like he was 90 pounds soaking wet.

So, Will tugging a bit too harshly on the bandages didn't seem that too unreasonable in the son of Apollo's eyes. The kid only cursed and made a snide remark about how if Will tugged any harder, his arm would fall off. Too which Will shoved a piece of ambrosia in the injured kid's mouth to shut him up and tugged once more on the stray white bandage before tying it off.

Soon, the infirmary was empty, and Will began filling out paperwork, something Chiron required to keep track of various injuries just in case any therapy was needed, or if something was unknowingly poisoned. The son of Apollo was able to access every camper's file and was able to add anything to it that may be needed in the future.

He quickly got out the many medical reports of the day and began signing them, verifying that yes the campers got the treatment they needed. A small nameless tune escaped his lips as he hummed a nonsensical melody to pass time. The lights above him flickered, as well as the rest in the building before the corners of the infirmary grew darker and darker.

Normally, this would scare the piss out of anybody with any common sense. But to Will, it was a welcome distraction, especially when said distraction snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around him just to plant a small kiss on the side of his head. The blond grinned and set down his paperwork and pencil on a nearby bed to turn around and see his boyfriend smirking at him.

Nico Di Angelo, a normally patient man, was very impatient when it came to going back home to fix the sink. He would've raced back to their apartment to fix it as soon as Will IM'd him about it, but figured that they could wait until after Will came to camp to see him again. The son of Hades had been staying at Camp Half Blood much more often since Percy and Annabeth had left for their honeymoon, determined to keep the kids in shape by training them until they collapsed. So his boyfriend coming to Camp made Nico a very happy demigod; especially since they could finally just go home together and relax.

Two freckled hands wrapped themselves around Nico's waist, who gave a small smile at the gesture, "Neeks, I still have a bit of paperwork to do, give me a few more minutes and then we can go home, okay?" Will chuckled as Nico buried his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck, "Hey, Clarisse is taking care of training for the next couple of days, right?" A somewhat affirmative grunt left Nico's mouth, so Will kept talking, "When we get home, you can fix the sink and I'll make some popcorn and we can watch a movie before going to bed. But you have to let go so I can finish."

Nico reluctantly let go.

He sat himself on the edge of a bed, watching as Will took notes on various papers. The son of Apollo would occasionally shake his head at his siblings' work and erase the marks made before adding his own. The funniest bits that Nico adored was when Will would quietly curse the horrible curse of doctor's handwriting, since he couldn't read his own siblings'. It didn't take too long to complete, and like Will said, was only a few minutes to do.

Nico reached out his long arms to capture Will again, to which his boyfriend evaded and scooped up the reports of the day. The doctor turned around and shook his finger at Nico, scolding him, "I still have to organize these and put them in the right camper's file, Di Angelo. Don't you get handsy with me."

"I wasn't getting handsy, I just wanted hugs from my boyfriend, whom I haven't seen in two days, may I remind you," Nico folded his arms against his chest and clenched his jaw, blatantly showing his irritation, "I don't understand how Jackson is able to train these campers day after day. They lack commitment and don't respect anyone unless it's out of fear."

A hum of understanding left Will's lips as the son of Apollo gestured for Nico to follow him and talk, which he did. "I mean, I get not blocking an attack that they can't see coming, but doing so just to see your girlfriend in the infirmary is idiotic."

"May I remind you of how you used to do just that?" Will sighed as he unlocked a door leading to the many filing cabinets of demigods past and present, "I remember when you let Thalia stab you right through the leg during training just to be sent to the infirmary. And don't you dare try and deny it, Deathboy."

Nico grumbled, "Fine, maybe I understand it a bit. But they could seriously get themselves hurt! It's not like they have a war to worry about either - most are claimed sooner rather than later nowadays. The kids don't even know what it's like to be out there killing monsters before they kill you!" Will unlocked a drawer and thumbed through the files before dropping a few reports in alphabetical order in the folders.

"What happens if a monster gets its way into camp? The younger generation of campers here don't understand the real threat! They believe that Mr. Jackson and Mr. Di Angelo will surely kill it before it reaches borders. What about when we aren't there?"

"Are you going to keep ranting or can we leave? I'm done with the paperwork." Will smiled.

"Finally," Nico breathed, and he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist before pulling their chests close together. The son of Hades rested his forehead on Will's, closing his eyes and just feeling overall pacified in his sunshine's presence. He felt almost unnaturally warm fingers climb their way up the back of his shirt to rest in the middle of his back and hold the two together. Will opened his mouth to say something, probably about how late it was getting, but Nico pushed his head forward and slanted his mouth across his boyfriend's to silence him. The son of Apollo hummed appreciatively as Nico pushed the doctor's lab coat off of his shoulders to hang it on the rack behind him.

Will prided himself in his patience. So when Nico decided to ghost his fingers across the sliver of skin exposed between his sweater and his jeans, the son of Apollo grabbed his hands and put them back behind him to stop things from escalating any further. Nico was usually never this forward, and was mostly the one in the relationship to shy away from such touches. Him initiating such contact means…"Aw, you really missed me, huh?"

A fiery red blush lit Nico up, spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, "Maybe I did, Solace. What about it?"

"I was just thinking about letting you choose the movie tonight," Will smirked as he pushed himself up on his tiptoes to give Nico a peck on the lips before pulling away. He heard a small celebratory cheer from Nico as they walked out of the file closet, locked it, and left.

PJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJPJ

A popcorn bowl in front of them, a movie playing, and a working sink was all that was needed to make both men happy.

Will snuggled up closer to Nico, resting his head on the other boy's shoulder and shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth. The apartment just seemed like a good choice for the both of them. It wasn't too far away from Camp, not too far away from Mount Olympus, and made a lot of noise at night. Which at first to Will seemed like a major downside of the place, but realized rather quickly that it helped Nico sleep, which soon became a positive of living in the middle of the City that Never Sleeps. It seems that when he falls asleep to angry people on the road, he realizes he isn't in Tartarus because he never had before heard furious New Yorkers while in that jar when traveling across the utter hell that place is.

And not only that, but the freaking Avengers were stationed in New York City. Will remembers when he saw Hawkeye shooting an arrow and had it land perfectly in between the cinches of armor on some robot alien thing. Will was never as skilled at archery as the rest of his siblings, having taken more to the musical and healing aspect of his father, but he appreciated the way the mortal was able to do that. It surprised the son of Apollo that Hawkeye wasn't related to him in any way.

But Nico's arms squeezing around him led him back to reality, and he gave off a happy sigh. They had been dating for a while now, coming on four years. Considering the average demigod's lifespan was around 20, 30 if you're lucky, moving in together was a good decision. They just meshed well together. Nico was everything Will wasn't, and everything that Will needed. A lot of demigods thought they wouldn't be able to get along, a child with a gift of healing and a child with a knack for killing everything, but they really love each other. Especially with Nico staring blatantly at the screen, whispering little snide remarks in Italian, Latin, and Greek toward the fictional characters. Gods, he was adorable.

Nico leaned his head over and rested it on top of Will's hair, muttering, "Hey, what're you thinking about?"

Will shifted his head, smiling as he looked up at his loving boyfriend, who blushed at the smile on the doctor's face, "You, ya dork." He leaned up and gave a small kiss on Nico's nose, who looked away as the blush spread across his pale face. Will chuckled, and was leaning up to give him a real kiss when the movie suddenly cut out, bringing both demigods' attentions to the screen, which was showing a news warning.

Warning! Fight occurring on 35th Street! For your safety, stay indoors and do not travel to this area!

The flashing letters seemed to swim a bit in Nico's mind, which was constantly shifting in multiple languages, while Will understood it after reading it two times. 35th Street wasn't too far from where they were, but they were far enough away that it didn't concern him. Though it did seem like the gang fights and robberies seemed to become more and more frequent ever since the Avengers stationed their tower in NYC.

Will sighed and shut the television off before grabbing Nico's hands and lifting the two of them off of the couch toward their room, "C'mon, let's just go to bed. We can worry about gangs and popcorn bowls in the morning, 'kay?"

Nico just muttered under his breath, but obediently followed Will's advice to finally get some decent sleep that he had been deprived of in the last few days.

When Will woke up the next morning, Nico wasn't lying next to him.

It caused a brief moment of panic that made Solace jolt up and look around, but his eyes quickly landed on a note next to the bed. He opened up the folded note to see Greek letters looking back at him.

Will,

Sorry I had to leave this morning. We need groceries and I need to stop by

some hardware place for some tools to finish up fixing the sink. I do not know if Clarisse will need my help or not; hopefully she can handle the campers with some help from the other counselors. If I'm not back by 2, I'll be at Camp. Go have some fun, take a walk. You kept muttering in your sleep. I do worry about you, sunshine.

~Nico

With a smile on his face, Will got up and stretched out his arms, popping his shoulders. Picking out a simple outfit of a button down and jeans, he began putting them on before catching a look at himself in the mirror. Will wanted to look away, but found himself comparing his body with that of his boyfriend's.

Whereas Nico had many scars covering his torso, Will only had a few on his skin, though it was still a bit too many for a normal mortal to have. Nico had lean muscles, while Will seemed to be getting skinnier and skinnier without any muscle build at all. His boyfriend was right; something was wrong with Will. His normally dark tan skin was becoming paler, and the freckles that usual spanned across his entire body were far and few between.

But Will knew what was going on, ever since the Second Titan War. PTSD didn't only affect soldiers, something William Solace knew for a fact. That war was easily the bloodiest that he had ever seen, and for a doctor? He had to watch many kids his age and younger die that day.

He couldn't help it that he couldn't sleep well, or couldn't stand eating at times. Sometimes when he closed his eyes, Will could still see the kids he couldn't save. That was what made him continue being a doctor, and what made him a damn good one. No matter the injury or circumstance, Will refused to have another person die in his arms again.

Putting on a coat, he looked back longingly in the bedroom, but he knew trying to get some more sleep would just result in him staring at the ceiling for hours. Will slipped a knife into one of his boots and put some drachmas in his pocket. Shaking his head, he hurriedly put on the clothes before leaving the apartment and locking the door behind him.

Stuffing a hand in his pocket to fidget with the coins, Will made his way deeper and deeper into the depths of New York City to escape from the confines of his mind.

Of course Will had the worst of luck. You'd think being the son of Apollo, the god of prophecy, Will would've known when to leave a situation alone. But as soon as he had heard gunshots go off, his 'doctor-sense' as Nico calls it, forced him to move forward toward the fight.

Police sirens ventured closer and closer, to the point of Will wanting to cover his ears even though he had audiokinesis. It was just so freaking loud. But still, he rounded the corner and assessed the situation, the first thing a combat medic's training requires him to do. About seven men, all wearing bandanas around their faces, shooting at a small group of policemen. And in the middle of it all, a limousine where two people were crawling out of. The man looked well dressed with a cap on his head; a chauffeur? He seemed to lean over the other as to shield them. The other was a woman with straight strawberry blonde hair wearing a blouse, skirt, and heels. Not the best outfit for the situation she was in.

Will crouched down low to the ground and pressed his back to a nearby car to make himself as small as possible. He gestured for the two victims to follow his lead, and they obeyed silently as gunshots rang out above them. They got on the asphalt and slowly began crawling towards him.

That was when Will saw the wound on the woman; blood tracing down her left shoulder. Will's light blue eyes narrowed furiously as he realized that an innocent bystander got hurt in the midst of the gunfight. Now was not the time to take action, however. He needed to be patient and keep a level head if he wanted to get the bystanders out of here.

As they finally reached him, Will hurriedly motioned them to follow him behind the car, where he took off his coat. The woman was panting from the obvious effort it took to crawl with that bloodied shoulder of hers. The man looked at the blond, "We need to get her out of here and see a doctor."

Will held up a hand silencing the man, "Let me work." He grabbed the woman by her chin and pushed her face upward so he could see her eyes. He held on finger in front of her, "Follow it with your eyes."

She was able to; not going into shock. That made everything much easier for Will. He sighed and looked over at the man, "I'm going to need your help. I can't give her a full assessment here in the midst of all this, and I'm willing to bet that the bullet is still in her. What's your guys' name?"

The man answered, as the woman was just biting her lip to keep from yelping in pain, "I'm Happy Hogan. This is Pepper Potts. Look kid, we need an actual-"

"I am an actual field medic, sir. Again, I need your help stabilizing her." Will grabbed the woman gently this time by the cheeks and made her meet his blue eyes, "Hey, Miss Potts. I'm going to do something that's going to hurt, okay? But we need to make sure that bullet isn't stuck in the bone, so I need you to listen and do what I say, alright?"

Will thought he'd get a small grunt, maybe a whimper. The woman surprised him by gritting her teeth and answering completely coherently, "Just do what you need to."

He nodded before looking over at Hogan, "Hold her arm close to her chest while I tie my coat around her. As much as I want to get the bullet out, we can't risk you guys getting more injured than you already are," Will noted that Hogan himself had man scratches and scrapes up and down his body, and made sure to remember he took care of those later.

The older man realized that the kid, although young, knew what he was doing. He pushed Pepper's arm up against her torso, making her give out a small yelp of pain, and Will got to work. His fingers were fast and methodical, not wasting any time making a sling for her to use out of his coat. The serious look on his face made him look years older, and the bright blue eyes seemed to dull at the sight of seeing Pepper hurt. This kid could give any experienced doctor a run for his money with the speed he had taking care of Pepper Potts.

Will looked around, and a bullet crashed through the window of the car they were hiding behind, making the son of Apollo curse in Greek and cover the group's heads with his hands, resulting in a few cuts appearing on the backs of his arms. He crouched, resting on the balls of his feet, "C'mon, we need to move before we get shot!"

The two didn't hesitate following, covering their heads and running for their lives. They rounded a corner, but Will kept motioning them forward, "They could move the fight at any moment. We need to clear the area." So they kept following the boy, who seemed to know the streets very well.

After a few minutes of sprinting, Will settled to a nice jog before standing still, his two patients behind him, panting. The boy nodded at hearing the sirens block away; they were far away from the fight, at least far enough away that reduces the risk of getting shot. Solace took a deep breath to calm himself down before turning to Miss Potts, the patient that needed help much more than the other, "Alright, we're safe enough for now. I need to get a better look at that wound, so I'm going to remove the sling."

He didn't want to waste time untying the knot he made; not only would she lose more blood, but her wound would jostle too much, possibly injuring her further. So he kicked his leg up and grabbed his knife. It wasn't impressive or golden, such as Annabeth's or even Piper's, but it suited him enough. Simple, small, and somewhat surgical with a curved sharpened point. Perfect for a doctor on the field. Not only that, but it was part Celestial Bronze and part iron, so it was usable on mortals, monsters, and demigods.

He cut the fabric of his coat with one swing, eliciting a whimper and flinch from Miss Potts. A jacket lost was okay by Will as long as he helped this woman out. Hogan kneeled down, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Call someone she knows, inform them of the situation at hand. Other than that, hold her down. I need to locate the bullet." Will reached over and cut a square of fabric off of the woman's shirt to get a look at the entry point.

It looked messy at the surface, but passed the point of entry was a clean shot. She got lucky, too; barely missed her clavicle. The hard part was going to be getting it out, and on a second observation, Will noticed that it was hitting her scapula. He muttered underneath his breath, "How you were able to hit your supraspinous fossa and completely miss the clavicle is beyond me. One of the strangest cases I've had yet."

Potts gave a small bark of laughter, most likely to hide the bit of pain she was in, "Yeah, strange case. Sure, I'm the strange one."

Will grumbled, "And my patient's sarcastic. Even better."

Without any warning to Miss Potts, Will used his finger to move a bit of skin aside, widening the wound. Before Pepper could register what was going on through the haze of pain, Solace slipped the knife in the small hole, poking and prodding. A scream ripped from the woman's throat, and Stark, who was on the other line of Hogan's cell, immediately started up a suit of his.

Will shushed her, offering small words and condolences before shifting his position. He knelt over the woman, putting his head close to her shoulder to make sure he didn't bump anything. The blood was blocking his view, and he desperately wished she wasn't a mortal just so he could shut her up with ambrosia and nectar, along with helping along the healing process. But all he had was his coat, coins, and knife.

He took a drachma out of his pocket and put it between her teeth. He calmly spoke to her while she bit it harshly, "Did you know that the idiom 'bite the bullet' came from combat medics? They would put bullets between their patient's teeth so they wouldn't scream and give away their position." The woman, although her mind was still focused on the pain in her shoulder, found herself listening intently to the kid's words. It seemed to keep her awake, so Will continued talking as he digged the knife in a bit further. He was so close to that bullet-! "But bullets were only used in case leather wasn't around. It could muffle the sounds much better that metal can."

Hogan hissed, "That's not helping!"

"What else do you want me to say?!" Will snapped, as he neared the bullet, being careful not to hit any other part of the scapula or tear any more muscle, "That she has a broken scapula? That her deltoid is torn and she has a small tear in her infraspinatus muscle? Should I explain that if she doesn't keep still I could accidentally tear the muscles connecting the shoulder girdle to the arm, enabling her left arm useless, and possibly have to amputate it if I injure her further by not doing my job right? Please, Mr Hogan. Explain what you want me to talk about!"

As he said the last word, Will jerked back, twisting the knife expertly. A bloody piece of metal with white flecks of bone hit the asphalt, bouncing once before stalling on the cement. A sigh of relief made its way out Will's nose. He took the drachma from Pepper's mouth, who was panting with the effort of quieting herself during the entire process. Huffing in exhaustion from deep concentration and precision, Will sat back on his legs, tilting his head up toward the sky. He sent up a quick grateful prayer to the gods for helping him keep his hands from shaking the entire time.

Hogan looked right at Pepper, "What now?"

"Now?" Will gave a small bark of laughter, "If I had my equipment I would sterilize the area, put her under, and then do some nice intensive few hour surgery to ensure she could use that shoulder again in her lifetime. But I don't really have an office, Mr. Hogan, so we're going to have to wait until that backup you called shows up."

And so, wait they did.