Disclaimer: All character belong to Rick Riordan and Marvel. The plot is mine.

Percy

Percy was angry. He'd been going strong for months now with no demigod dreams until suddenly the fates decided to screw with him. He realized he was probably never going to get a break as he shoved clothes into his backpack.

He had dreamed of camp being attacked and woken up to an urgent iris message from Annabeth telling him to come to camp immediately. He let out a long sigh as he threw on a navy hoodie over his camp shirt and jeans, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked out to the kitchen.

When his mother looked up from the eggs she was cooking Percy immediately felt bad. He had only just come back two weeks ago from the battle against Gaea. With college in New Rome with Annabeth just over the horizon, this was his only time to spend with his mom after being gone for so long.

When his mother caught sight of him with his jacket and shoes on and his backpack slung over one shoulder she put on a sad smile. "Oh Percy what's happened?"

"I had a dream." He paused "Annabeth called…she said I needed to come to camp immediately."

His mother came over and cupped his face in her hands. "Percy, honey- "

"-I'll be back." He cut his mother off. "I'll sort out whatever's going on and I will come back. That's a promise."

His mother smiled knowingly. "Stay safe Percy."

He wrapped her in a hug. "I will."

And he really hoped he could.

When he got to the roof he let out a sharp taxi cap whistle and two minutes later Blackjack's shape appeared on the horizon. When he touched down Percy didn't hesitate to swing on his back and tell him to get to camp immediately.

Percy loved flying with Blackjack. With danger looming on the horizon however, he only felt grim. He feared what he might find after his dream. He'd seen burning cabins, scorched ground, and campers lying dead on the ground with no one else in sight. After Annabeth's message he had more hope it wasn't real. Percy though she would have explained more if there was a battle. He assumed his dream was a warning. Camp was in danger and whatever Annabeth had called about had something to do with it.

They arrived a few minutes later and Percy surveyed the camp. No burning cabins, no exploded mess hall, nothing to make this place look like an attack had just occurred. But the place looked desolate. No signs of anyone anywhere.

"Percy." Connor Stoll ran up to him as soon as his feet hit the ground.

"What happened?" Percy asked. "I had a dream about camp being attacked then Annabeth told me to get here right away."

"We weren't attacked." Connor replied solemnly.

"Then what happened?" Percy asked urgently.

"The're gone." Annabeth jogged up to them.

"Who?"

"Everyone"