Disclaimer, I own nothing except the plot. Also, a High School student who is close to graduation and am not a professional writer.

Responding to Reviews,

Chimera629: Think of Ahwin as a similar spirit to the spirit of vengeance. Plus, I didn't want him running around with Thor's hammer. He isn't fireproof, and he isn't bulletproof. I don't remember him ever being any of those things from the numerous times I've read the series. Venom didn't flee because, I dunno, the symbiote is stubborn and arrogant? Do with it what you will. I am honestly exhausted, though I could probably remember why I wrote it like that after I get some sleep. The PH thing, perhaps. Likely Ahwin will know that, and Percy could pick it up along the way.

dloold87: It's only going to get worse before it gets better.

NinjaFang1331: Only good things I hope, lol.

orion399: That's what happens when you are nearing graduation xD Sorry,

Guest: Likely because of his hero complex, not believing anyone could deserve this and that just seamlessly correlated through. Ahwin, obviously. I will likely go more in-depth with his manipulations in the next few chapters. Venom, reasons. I'm not from America. Likely not the best idea to write a story in a country and city I've never been to, but it has turned out well so far. I hope that at least cleared up a few of your questions, I'm no professional.

Kore56: That's your decision, I knew a few people would likely not appreciate my path.

Thank you all for your reviews and support, I appreciate it.

Chapter 14.

'Blood' That single word was all Percy could think about. It consumed his every thought and the ramifications that simple word horrified the demigod to his very core. There wasn't exactly a plethora of outcomes that could come from a desire for blood, no. It spoke of death, destruction, and unneeded suffering. It spoke of strife, conflict and the death of innocents.

Ahwin spoke of his desire for blood, that was obvious in the way he moved, the way he fought and the way he dismissed the suffering of others. It was obvious in the stench, the finality of the scarlet liquid. Drenching Percy's fists, staining his tattered clothes and painting the tarmac beneath their careless feet in the undeserving civilians and soldier's blood.

Percy felt on the verge of tears, old feelings of familiar anguish welling up inside of him as he felt the urge to cry and scream. Bellow to the heavens and display his pain, his regret for all to see. For the masses to bear witness, for the gods to strike him down in furious anger. He had betrayed them all, he had gone against everything that he was. Percy had done the one thing he never thought he would ever do; he had slain the innocent. He, the savior of Olympus had laid to rest countless civilians and soldier's alike. How many of them had families? How many of them had people waiting for them at home, but would now never make it? Women, children, brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, cousins, grandparents, friends, workmates, acquaintances and enemies?

How had everything gone so wrong? How had his life spiraled so badly? Percy had barely recovered from the last war with the Primordial goddess of the earth, Gaia. The death of his friends had hit him hard, but not harder than the death of his wise girl. The death of his mother and stepfather had just been the cherry on top for this grieving demigod. He thought that would have been it, that the Fates would be satisfied with their latest plaything and he would be able to live in moderate peace. Perhaps thwart a few criminals' plans, but strive to stay true to himself. To get to know his new sisters, Artemis and Thalia.

Oh Hades, what were they going to think? Artemis would kill him, and he had no doubt Thalia would help. He was a hero, and he had slaughtered those innocent people. Ok, perhaps he hadn't killed them. Percy couldn't even conceive the notion of spilling innocent blood. Hades, he had spared the majority of traitorous demigods among Kronos's ranks. But that didn't excuse him. If Percy was stronger, perhaps he could have prevented this. If only he had realized that this evil being had taken residence within him. Yea, that had been quite the surprise. Turns out Ahwin had been here since the start. From his grieving, all the way through his attempts to lift that damned hammer and to when he chose to reveal himself on that fateful day.

-=-=-=-=Flashback=-==-=-=-

'Why are you doing this?' Percy demanded, angry and horrified at everything that he had seen this evening. The death that they had left behind struck the demigod deeply, and knowing that their blood was coating his hands was even worse. Disbelieving that even a monster from the darkest depths of Tartarus could be so callous.

Ahwin chuckled in amusement, a feral grin spreading across Percy's lips as the spirit observed the small market. Flecks of blood spattered across his face; the poor employee's body laid out across the smooth once-pristine floor. Her face, the image of shock and fear, her throat in tatters. Having physically torn the flesh away, leaving only a fleshy mass and the poor girl chocking on her blood.

They had entered for sustenance; Percy was planning on going shopping the next day. Not counting on this unholy possession ruining his plans. So, the spirit had taken the… initiative, if you could call it that. Ahwin's disregard for their suffering, no. Ahwin was savoring every moment, every labored breath and every twitching struggle. Finding pleasure in watching as the light drained from her fearful gaze, her once beautiful blue eyes glimmering with so many raw emotions. She was young, far too young. Her pale complexion devastated by the blood gushing from her throat. The girl's hands were drenched in her blood as she clutched at her throat. Feebly attempting to avoid the inevitable, her movements slowing as her life fluid pooled around her. The girl's black hair may as well have been dyed crimson, the scarlet puddle that was growing by the second enveloping her soft curly locks.

Percy's gaze drifted to the name tag. Katlyn, this poor girl's name was Katlyn. Percy watched through his own eyes, completely helpless to do anything as Ahwin maintained control. He watched as her movements grew increasingly smaller. Her hands going slack, her glassy eyes dimming as her head tilted to the side. If Percy could look away, he would have. But as it was, Ahwin refused him even that simple mercy. Reveling in forcing Percy to watch, breaking his spirit bit by bit.

Finally deigning to answer Percy's question, Ahwin crouched down beside Katlyn's corpse. Taking a handful of her shirt, a portion that was left unstained as he carelessly wiped the blood from his hands. Further disgracing Katlyn as he could have just as easily summoned some water to clean it for him. Murmuring, "I have my reasons," reflecting idly on his time in Tartarus with Krios and Polybotes. He didn't often take orders, and that wasn't what he was doing now. But since escaping hell, well, he felt it was good to make allies. Especially ones with similar interests as himself, "You have been busy, Perseus. Made yourself far more enemies than any other demigod in the thousands of years that I have been around. I am almost impressed," standing once more as he carelessly observed the blood staining his clothes. Tearing out that girl's throat had been rather messy, but he didn't particularly care. It would be easy enough to clean.

Making his way through the empty aisles as he hummed a gentle tune. The whole store was empty, Ahwin and Percy were the only living beings within its confines. Tearing a young girl's throat out didn't sit well with most people, he could already hear the sirens blaring in the distance and the screams of shoppers as they distanced themselves from the store. But he cared little for them as he could feel Percy struggling within his mind. Snorting in amusement as he grabbed a vast range of various fruit and vegetables. While also throwing various steaks and meat in the mix. The next few weeks would be long and difficult, but if he wished to succeed then he would need to keep Perseus strong. If only in body, as he was far too valuable a weapon to break this early. He needed to be kept sharp, kept deadly and efficient.

Percy scoffed, if he could he would be shaking his head in disbelief. His face twisting into a sneer, at least mentally anyway as he snarled 'Why me?' though if he thought about it, Percy knew that he was likely the best choice for the job.

Ahwin snorted, glancing at his reflection in the pristine glass. Raising his brow incredulously as Percy's reflection gazed back at him, "Isn't it obvious? You are the most powerful demigod currently alive, your powers combined with mine will make me virtually unstoppable. As should have been obvious." Trailing off lightly as he frowned, gazing at the desert section before moving on. He wasn't some mortal; he had no desire for that sugary crap. Pausing for a moment as an amused chuckle tore itself from his throat, not that he was trying to resist expressing his mirth, "Wait, you didn't realize?" snorting to himself, Perseus was a seaweed brain. "You didn't think the sudden ability to turn invisible wasn't the least bit suspicious? What about your sudden ability to completely eviscerate limbs with a single touch? No?" chuckling smugly. Now that he thought about it, Perseus wouldn't have noticed. Not really. No, Ahwin had worked far too long and had suffered too much to allow simple suspicions to ruin his plans. That was why he had been controlling Perseus for months, his every move calculated and his every manipulation carefully controlled to not arouse suspicion. It was a pity he couldn't lift the hammer, but he had recognized the worthiness enchantment surrounding that godly weapon.

For the moment, Percy's struggling ceased. His mental gaze flitting around uncertainly, not wanting to accept what Ahwin was saying. Despite how largely plausible he knew his words were. After all, how else would he have got those powers? Percy knew that those abilities were far and beyond anything that he should be capable of. He was still merely a demigod, not some all-powerful god. Hades, he hadn't even reached his full potential yet. Percy knew that he still had things to learn, he knew that he hadn't reached the peak of his powers. He could feel it, in the way he exerted himself and the way that he trained. It seemed… incomplete, like there was more that he could do. After conversing with his father, Poseidon had indeed confirmed this fact. But he had also said that no mortal had ever reached their full potential on their own, he had even offered Percy the chance to train alongside Triton. His half-brother. He almost accepted as well. Hades, he knew Triton wouldn't oppose the chance to beat him to a pulp. Percy didn't doubt his abilities beneath the sea, but Triton had lived and breathed the sea since the day he was conceived. He would be far more adept in Atlantean combat than Percy ever would be. At least, at first. He often found himself picking up skills rather quickly.

Dismissing those thoughts, Percy refocussed on his current predicament. The problem with this spirit being in his mind was that he saw everything Ahwin saw. Literally in the first person. When Ahwin closed his eyes, Percy's eyes closed. When he gazed in a certain direction, Percy gazed with him. He literally couldn't sleep unless Ahwin chose to. He was trapped, trapped to bear witness to these horrifying acts. These callous murders, the bodies stacking quickly as the son of Poseidon mentally tallied all that Ahwin had laid to rest in such ghastly fashion using Percy's hands. He couldn't forget, even if he wanted to. The hero within him wouldn't allow it, wouldn't allow the guilt to leave his mind. Only growing more intense as time went by. He wasn't entirely sure how long it had been since Ahwin had revealed himself. The bastard had been lurking within his mind all this time but chose to reveal himself when Venom made his move. He couldn't decide if it was a good thing that the symbiote had made its move, though he doubted he would be thankful for long.

Humming a merry tune, Ahwin casually skirted around the cooling pool of blood, his groceries in hand. Barely sparing the girl a glance before he made his way through the open doors, acknowledging the flashing lights and armed officers with a friendly wave. Flashing an almost proud smile to those pesky reporters, he knew he was a mess. His clothes torn and blood-soaked, his eyes glowing with an intimidating, almost ethereal glow. Knowing what kind of trouble this would bring before vapor traveling back to his apartment, they were only mortals. What could they do? Absently wondering how long it would take before they'd be bashing down his door. As it was, he had set out to destroy Perseus in body and soul. Beginning with his public reputation would be a good start.

(Director Fury, POV.)

'How had this happened?' Fury mused, his one good eye scanning the truly gruesome picture before him. His hands moving absently as he pushed away from the pictures of Katelyn, before bringing forward the picture of their suspect. Even with all the blood, not even the crazed look on this man's face could disguise who he was. Not that the man seemed to be trying to hide. No, he seemed almost proud of what he had done, proud of the crimson staining his clothes and proud of the way he drowned the girl in her blood.

It didn't make sense, even to him. It was almost entirely out of character, and Fury prided himself on being able to read the people he interacts with. 'Why now?' That was the main question plaguing his mind, as it was plaguing many of the minds within his organization that knew who this man was. What had pushed this sudden change? Because surely, that was where the fault lay. It couldn't have been his offer, that just wouldn't make any sense. He had offered Perseus the chance to be a hero, to help people and possibly even save the world. While he may have been met with derision at the time, he was sure that he had seen a certain glimmer in Perseus's eyes that indicated he was considering the offer.

Who wouldn't want to save the world? He already had quite the formidable team, but with Loki running rampant then he didn't have the resources to spare. Besides, they still didn't know the full extent of Perseus's abilities. After all their surveillance they had come up with a few, but Fury doubted it was all that he was capable of. So far, they had; advanced strength. Especially when he was angry or under duress, almost like the Hulk in that regard. Advanced fighting capabilities; Perseus seemed almost as capable with a weapon as Thor was with his hammer, despite the centuries of experience that the God of Thunder had over the guy. Advanced reflexes; again, Perseus had displayed on numerous occasions that he knew how to fight with the best of them. His reflexes had been compared throughout the martial arts world, and it had been agreed that the guy was quick, agile and was not someone you wanted to lock fists with. Hell, he may be able to go toe to toe with the likes of Captain America himself. Super soldier serum or not.

But there was another thing that they noted, it was what had spurred Fury to recruit him in the first place. Despite his obvious misgivings, Perseus was savagely loyal. He had observed on numerous occasions as Percy displayed the loyalty he held for the innocent. It just seemed so out of character for Perseus to turn his back on all of that now.

Various other abilities that they had observed had something to do with water. Hydrokinesis perhaps? Either way, Perseus almost seemed invigorated by merely touching the water. Perhaps if they took away that possibility, then he could be taken down. But that was the problem because it was becoming increasingly apparent that they couldn't find a way to counter Perseus's abilities. What with his ability to teleport by dissolving into water particles, and his surprising ability to draw moisture from the air? Well, they would be hard-pressed to find a strategy that would work against Perseus short of throwing the Hulk in his direction. Surely that behemoth would be enough?

A knock on his door interrupted Fury's musing, his gaze snapping over to the doorway as Hill let herself in. Usually, he would have reprimanded her at the very least, but her serious expression was enough to draw his attention away, "What is it?" he demanded, getting increasingly annoyed at her demeanor as she was collecting her thoughts. He had enough shit with Perseus, he had no time to waste.

Drawing herself up, Agent Hill met Fury's gaze, "Loki has resurfaced," her voice even yet urgent. She was one of the only agents that knew everything about both of his current issues, though she was the most outspoken about her views.

Straightening in his chair, his brow furrowing as his mind was already whirring with possibilities and consequences of his reappearance. "Where," his voice equally business-like as he awaited her response. He was in two minds about this, literally. Fury had long since learned how to think about multiple things at once, like now. One mind was present, and waiting for her response. While the other was focussed on Loki, wondering what he may be doing. Was it a trick? He was the God of Mischief, after all. Perhaps he was luring them somewhere, or perhaps he was attempting to distract them from a greater plot.

"Stuttgart, Germany. 28 Koenigstrasse. He's not exactly hiding." Nodding to the agent as he absorbed the information. Mentally tallying anything and everything that could be of interest at that particular establishment. There were many things it could be, but none of which he could isolate right now. What he did know was that whatever Loki was after, it wouldn't be good.

"Send the team. But send Banner to me, I may need him." Speaking clearly as he dismissed Agent Hill. Knowing that she would be sending the 'Avengers'. Musing the ramifications of their first official mission as he filed away the gruesome images.

(Agent Coulson's POV.)

Gazing down at the poor girl's corpse, the fleshy remains of her throat a striking reminder of the nigh unforgivable act. The girl was young, and this was her first-ever job. Coulson had made sure to skim through her background. She had only been 17 years old. Far too young for such a tragic incident, far too young for such a painful demise.

Schooling his expression, his whole demeanor expressing apathy despite his inner turmoil. Shaking his head briefly, tearing his gaze away from the dark red stain that coated the market's floor. Turning as he watched the medical team wheeled her away to the morgue, he and his agents had been here for several hours and had collected all the data they would ever need. Good thing too, as the girl's family had been demanding that they allow her body to be returned to them.

'Where had it all gone wrong?' Coulson knew that Fury had been banking on landing Percy for his 'Avengers Initiative'. The cherry on top of an already formidable team, in his opinion. Truly though, from the data they had collected, Coulson did not doubt that Percy would be of vital importance sometime in the future. Whether Fury would be able to control/counter him was another matter entirely. Especially considering their current circumstances.

Quietly conversing with a few of his agent, Coulson nodded before dismissing them to their duties. There would be a lot of paperwork after this. Groaning quietly to himself, barely perceptible to anyone who didn't know him. Which was basically everyone except for Fury, Hill and his team. People who he trusted, and had handpicked himself.

That reminded him, there was this guy. Vaguely familiar and Coulson knew that he would have to go through the books to find out why. The main reason he stood out to the agent was his attire. Leather clothes, and a 1969 Dodge Charger. A car rarely seen these days, but undoubtedly a reliable one.

Ooo-==|Flashback|==-ooO

Gazing around, the damage immense and Coulson was left to wonder who would be idiotic enough to fire explosive rounds in such a public area. Fools, the lot of them. Scoffing to himself as he saw the commander being reprimanded for such an idiotic move. Perhaps he would think next time. As it is, the army took a heavy toll. Tanks were upended in the streets, explosive shells decimating the very ground they walked on. Soldiers littered the street, some dead or dying. While others were recovering from their numerous wounds, while medics were moving quickly. Administering pain relief and medical care as quickly as they could, without compromising standard practice.

Turning away from the carnage, Coulson narrowed his eyes. Glancing at the assembled civilians as they craned their necks to see what had happened, not that it wasn't exceedingly obvious. But that wasn't what had drawn his gaze, no. What had drawn his gaze was a young man. Not exactly striking, but he had this look about him.

Wearing a leather jacket, a chain slung over one shoulder and leaning against his vehicle. Which Coulson recognized as a Dodge Charger, but that wasn't what intrigued Coulson. No, making his way over to the intriguing young man before once more facing the devastation.

A fleeting grin tugging at Coulson's lips, "Horrible, isn't it?" he murmured, watching as more and more emergency services flooded the scene. A few men were struggling to lift the broken debris, a frantic woman scrambling from where she had been trapped beneath, dragging her children along with her. While others were fighting the flames, keeping the roaring inferno isolated and preventing it from spreading to the surrounding buildings.

The man frowned, his dark eyes surveying the agent. There was a fire in his gaze, rampant and out of control, quickly bubbling to the surface. Perhaps this strange man did indeed have a heart and was reacting appropriately to the scene before him. The stranger -finally- shook his head, an aggravated scowl crossing his lips as he murmured "You know me?" tilting his head as he suspiciously eyed the nondescript man.

Coulson choked back a laugh, "Actually, I don't. But you do seem familiar. Should I?" turning his body, facing the man as a bland grin took over his features. His mind working as he committed the man to memory, set to find an image of this guy and put it through facial recognition when the time came.

The stranger snorted, his eyes roving over the various bodies littering the area as his gaze only darkened further, ignoring Coulson's question "I'm looking for someone," was all he said, not giving anything concrete away. Merely suspicions and theories.

Raising a brow, "Then what brought you here," indicating towards the destruction, frowning lightly as his mind began making connections. The possibilities were surprising and endless. Was it possible he was looking for Percy? Or was his establishment in the area?

"Business," was his short response. But the man didn't seem the type, what with his casual attire, the lack of an actual business car and not to mention the look in his eyes. They seemed murderous; a rampant fire that would soon burn through whatever restraints the man had maintained.

Humming in thought, Coulson held out a single hand "My name is Phil Coulson," introducing himself to the scowling man. Observing curiously as the man grumbled suspiciously, his posture screaming his reluctance as his skin glowed lightly. Mildly reminding Coulson of Banner when he was showing restraint.

Almost reluctantly, the man held his hand out in return. His eyes boring into the agent's own, "Robbie Reyes," flashing Coulson a dark grin as he introduced himself in turn. His grip strong, almost defiant. 'Robbie's' muscles seemed taut as if he was resisting something. Staving off something he would rather not reveal. Anger management issues, possibly? There was certainly something off with this man, he just wasn't entirely sure what.

"Nice to meet you, Robbie." Coulson murmured curiously, his eyes glimmering with interest. That name seemed familiar; he could have sworn Fury mentioned something about a Robbie Reyes over in San Francisco. The man merely grunted in return, not bothering with the platitudes he quite obviously wouldn't be genuine.

Humming an intrigued tune, they each turned their attention back to the emergency personnel as he stayed out of the way. Every once and a while Coulson would glance at the man beside him, observing the way he held himself and the resentful scowl crossing his lips. His fists clenched, his jaw set, and Coulson could have sworn he saw flames flickering around the man's collar. Coulson was patient, he knew that Reyes wanted something. Why else would he come all the way from San Francisco?

Grumbling lightly, Robbie Reyes murmured in as casual a tone as he possibly could "Has the man responsible been taken into custody?" Robbie struck an intimidating figure. He wasn't large or anything. He and Coulson were about the same size. In height, anyway. Not so sure about physical strength though, and he wasn't keen to test that theory. However, it was his presence that struck Coulson the most.

Casting the man an inquisitive gaze, an eyebrow arched as Robbie only further fuelled the fire of his suspicions. Perhaps he was trying to find Percy, it had been a god-awful attempt to hide what he wanted. He had trained for years to spot these small things. "Not yet, however, we know where he lives. The only problem is, we can't exactly nail the guy down. Our mutant suppressors don't work on him," Coulson confessed, feeling it was the right thing to do. Feed a little information, and hope Robbie either reciprocated or made a mistake.

Robbie's eyes flashed, the muscles in his neck tightening as he seemed to be fighting with himself for a moment. Mumbling under his breath, Coulson only managing to catch snippets of the seemingly on sided conversation. Split personality disorder, perhaps?

Grunting, Reyes said, "You won't be able to beat him like that." Now Coulson was intrigued because this only confirmed his theory.

Prompting lightly, "What do you know?" his full attention locked onto Robbie, his words virtually a command even if he hadn't intended them that way.

Robbie Reyes snorted, his gaze switching to meet Coulson's as he straightened. His keys appearing in his hands as the man gave Phil one last searing glance. Uttering only a single sentence before his door slammed behind him. The roar of an engine, and the screech of burning rubber.

Phil watched as Robbie's car disappeared around the street corner, turning his words over in his mind, 'I know that vengeance must be had.' Absently withdrawing his phone, dialing Fury's number as he waited a few moments for the man to respond.

"Sir, we may have a problem. Robbie Reyes has entered the fray,"

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