Hi. This story is based on the great fan fiction written by 100th Century, the infinity wars: Divided I stand.

It is also my first fan fiction and actually the first time I write for people. I usually write for myself and I am a little embarrassed at the moment. Wink.

I am a huge fan of that story and I decided a while back that I wanted to read a more story-based fan fiction rather than fast pacing action one. So, after reading 100th Century's story I got the inspiration I needed to start this.

This is a Fanfiction between Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Marvel's Cinematic Universe or Avengers.

Setting: After Age of Ultron (Marvel Timeline) and after Blood of Olympus (Percy Jackson and the Olympians Timeline).

Summary: The universe has begun to shake. The infinity stones are re-surfacing and a Mad Titan is after them. On earth popular vote states that 'the avengers' should be subdued due to the destruction of Sokovia. Camp Half Blood is celebrating the end of the war against Gaea, but when Rachel Elizabeth Dare, the oracle, tells the next prophecy, the celebrations become grim. Olympus has closed, Apollo's last words before being banished were words that even the fates themselves could not foresee. Asgard is being controlled behind the shadows by the one who is presumed dead. Bruce Banner is missing in action, Thor mourns the death of his brother, and a boy from Queen's gets bit by a spider.

Percy Jackson & The Avengers: The Battle for the Galaxy.

Somewhere in the Universe

"Fine", exclaimed a deep voice. It was filled with many emotions. It was amazing how one short phrase could portray such a deep meaning. It had anger, disappointment, happiness, resolution, and the most disturbing of all, anticipation.

He walked towards the big door that opened into a vault. A vault that contained his most precious item. When it opened, the light reflected on the golden surface of said object, blinding anyone who was not prepared for what laid inside.

"I will do it myself."

Earth, at the same moment.

"After the disastrous exposition of power that was shown last week in Sokovia, many people around the world wonder if this will be the trend from now on. United Nations has said that they are prepared to force into submission the perpetrators of such a catastrophic event, which raises the question, Are we really safe in the hands of the Avengers?"

Percy Jackson shut of the TV on the living room. He was currently resting with his mother and Paul after the war against Gaea. They had opted for a weekend in Montauk after he got back from celebrations in Camp. He had thought that the worst thing that had happened during his time in Greece was scaring a bunch of people away from the country, but he did not expect a city to fall from the sky.

Sally Jackson (or Sally Blofis) sighed in exasperation. He had wanted a nice weekend to calm Percy down after his experiences in the demigod world, but he noticed that it would be impossible after seeing the news of Sokovia.

"If the destruction of New York was not enough, this people go and drop a city from the sky. This is really getting out of control." Said Paul who was sitting next to them and had watched the news.

"I swear, I am totally in favour of bringing them to a stop. New York raided with aliens, Sokovia destroyed, how much more people need to die before these monsters are stopped?" asked a fuming Sally Jackson.

"They are not that different from us mom." Percy's voice cut through the air. He was still staring at the blackened TV screen. "When you fight a war, you fight to protect people. This Ultron thing had in mind killing people. What do you do? An evil that can go out with full power because he does not care about collateral damage, against people who are trying to protect and therefore cannot afford to destroy. Who do you think has the advantage?"

Sally stared at his son. He was right, Percy himself had been at the receiving end of two evils that did not care about what happened.

"I don't blame the avengers, but I do believe that they are unorganized. The fact that they are at least trying to do some damage control is proof enough of their guilt. It is not fun to be looked like a monster mom. A monster who, trying to protect someone, ended up killing more." Percy's face was grim and full of sadness. He thought back to all those he lost in the two wars he fought. He somehow understood the positions the Avengers were in. They had won the war but lost the battle. Just like Percy against Kronos or against Gaea.

"I am so sorry Percy, I did not think…" Sally hugged Percy and Paul put an arm around his family.

"It's okay. I understand." Said Percy with a tired voice. He needed to get out of this state of sadness. He needed to look into the future. He could go to New Rome with Annabeth and have a nice life there. Yes, that was the plan.

He gave into the hugs of his mom and step dad and somehow managed to fall asleep. The exhaustion still hanging in his body after the war that had happened merely a week ago.

Plane over the Atlantic.

Tony Stark was definitely not having a good day, or week, or month to be exact. He had first created a weapon of mass destruction trying to comprehend something alien, he had help from a doctor with anger problems. Said weapon had developed intelligence and escaped to form an evil plan to bring down the avengers. The doctor with anger problems had nearly destroyed a city and was knocked out by ANOTHER weapon that he had created to specifically stop the doctor with anger problems from doing exactly that. Then mister weapon of mass destruction decided it would be a good idea to drop cities out of the sky, causing world wide repercussions against the group. Oh, and the doctor with anger problems had gone MIA. Yup, a bad month for Tony Stark.

"You alive Stark?" asked Steve Rogers. "You seem out of it."

"Yeah, I am just thinking when everything went so wrong. When did the world become so big?" he asked a little tired. The others looked worryingly at Stark. This was not his usual self.

"How many did we kill?" he asked to anyone.

"177." Said Vision. People glared at him.

"We killed 74 during the battle of new York. Cap here, had 23 people die during that terrorist attack in D.C, and now 177. 274 people." Said Tony stark with tears in his eyes.

"When I shut down my weapons department, it was because I did not want more people to die because of my hand." He said. "And yet 274 people died because of me. Even after everything—"

"You could not do anything different." Said Wanda Maximoff, cutting him short and trying to comfort him with her powers.

"YES I COULD! I WASN'T STRONG ENOUGH!" he yelled. "I wasn't strong enough…" he began to cry.

"Let him be." Said Natasha Romanoff. "He needs time. Time heals. We are arriving at Avenger Tower in twenty minutes." Her voice was strained. Steve knew she missed Banner. Clint Barton knew it too. Hel, even Thor could feel her pain. The rest of the trip to New York was done in silence.

Thor always had an uneasy feeling when entering New York. Since the first time he set foot on the city he knew that there was something strange about the energies surrounding it. He just assumed that it was due to the all-fathers stare upon him. He still felt pain every time he saw the stark tower. The place where his brother had fallen into the darkness and lust for power. They were supposed to rule Asgard together. Like when they dressed as a maid and wife to get Mjolnir back from some giants. But now? He was gone. He knew that it had also affected the All-Father because since he told him he had acted distant and strange.

The QuinJet had come to a stop on the highest floor of Avenger Tower. Steve Rogers talked loudly to keep the group together.

"Rest for tonight. Tomorrow I will be taking the new trainees to the avenger's facility. Tony, you are in charge of the Stark reaching group, Natasha, Clint, keep looking for the QuinJet, Rhodes, tell that damn colonel that now it is not the time to bother us with meetings and questionings." Said Captain Steve. He had assumed the role to help his friends out after the outcome of the battle of Sokovia. He was not happy about it, but it had to be done.

Most of them just nodded and stepped off the plane to the tower. Stark just walked to an empty office and locked himself inside, while Natasha and Clint went downstairs to where most of the tech was set up. Steve sat down at the table with Thor, Wanda, Rhodes and Vision. The faces were grim and filled with guilt. Steve put it somehow that they had won the war but lost the battle. They won against Ultron, yes, but at what cost?

"I miss him." Said Wanda. They all knew who she was talking about. Pietro. Her brother had sacrificed himself to save Clint and a civilian. That same kid had ran to the news and told them how he saw one of the avengers die because he had to save him. No one knows how but the media managed to twist his words stating that the avengers were putting kids at risk and that had Pietro had got what he deserved for trying to place a kid in danger. Steve hated three things. Hydra, the government and the media.

"We should not give in to their demands. If we do what will happen?" said Steve. "They want to control us, they want to portray us as the villains and have a say on whose life is worth more for us to interfere. I agree with Stark. Where did it go so wrong?" asked Steve to his friends. They all had that doubt in their eyes.

Soon Steve Rogers went to a spare room to sleep. Even with the serum, he still got tired. He was also unhappy. Unhappy about how people tried to control others, just like Hydra did. Manipulating and Controlling. His thoughts wandered back to Bucky. His friend that was controlled by Hydra. He needed to find him. Fast.

"I need to get going my friends. I sense a disturbance upon the nine realms. There is something weird going on with the Infinity stones. Out of the six, three have appeared during the last year, when they are supposed to be lost. I need guidance in this matter, I shall come back as soon as I learn something. Farewell." Thor exited the tower and a beam of light engulfed him and he was gone.

Olympus.

The doors to the Olympian council were sealed. Zeus was furious. Poseidon was worried. Hades was curious. Other members were just waiting for the result of Zeus' paranoia.

"Father, how dare you blame Apollo for this? Don't you realize? You are just trying to blame someone!" yelled Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, moon and maidens. If Zeus was furious she was livid. How dare his father turn his back on his son and accuse him of treason against Olympus? Her stupid father punished him because of his bastard Octavian? And also because he revealed a prophecy?

"SILENCE!" Boomed Zeus. "You shall not speak to me that way Artemis, Apollo," he turned to the blonde god who was surprisingly calm. "I will state your punishment now."

"You are making a mistake father. Exile me and you will find yourself and Olympus on the verge of destruction." He said matter-of-factly.

"YOU DEAR THREATEN ME AND MY REIGN?" Yelled Zeus, thunder could be heard. He was so furious steam was leaving his nostrils.

Athena though, did not looked as shocked as the others. She looked worried.

"Apollo…what have you seen." She asked him.

"I will have nothing of this! Apollo as of today you are banished from Olympus, your godhood revoked! For aiding your son Octavian against Olympus and tampering with fate by revealing a prophecy!..." Zeus began. But Apollo had other plans.

He looked towards Athena, Apollo felt that something inside him was cracking, it was his oracles. One by one they were disappearing. But he also felt terrible sadness, his oracles were not breaking because of loosing his power, they were breaking because they were dying. Yes, dead. How?

He knew, when he received his gift, that this day would come. The day that the most powerful force would sacrifice itself for a last chant. A chant that could either bring peace or destruction. A chant that was so dangerous, it would cost lives. But it had to be sung, because it was the only way to stop what was to come. The only way to stop oblivion was through sacrifice. With tears in his eyes, Apollo began to sing.

"The one with the power to destroy the universe comes.
he and the stones placed on the golden glove.
With a Snap the last breath of many will bring
as no hero nor god will be able to live."

Zeus was chanting in ancient Greek and lifting his master bolt, Poseidon and Hades tried to stop him.

"Six singularities of the universe together they must stand,
to save those whose ashes the ground will brand.
Not even the union of those who fight will survive
but go back in time and one soul will suffice."

"…I ZEUS, LORD OF THE SKIES AND KING OF OLYMPUS, BANISH YOU!" Zeus yelled and threw his master bolt at Apollo. The last word that came from the gods mouth were:

"The fates are dead."

And with that, Apollo was no more.

Camp Half blood.

Will Solace was having a nice talk with Nico di Angelo when a piercing pain erupted in his heart. He saw some of his brothers grab their chest and cry out in pain. He barely registered Nico yelling at him and holding him up. Only one word crossed his mind at that moment…

"Dad."

Rachel Elizabeth Dare was painting inside her cave when something took over her. She grabbed brushes and paint but dropped them to use her fingers. She did not know what was going on. She wrote words, drawed circles and a face. She lost consciousness after that. She felt something exiting her body. The last thing she saw was the purple face of a humanoid creature looking at her.

In Camp Jupiter, Ella the Harpy was saying word after word that did not make sense. Reyna Ramírez-Arellano, Praetor of Camp Jupiter, was called to the small library that served as house for Ella.

"She has been acting like this for a while…" Hazel Levesque, Daughter of Pluto, said.

"Do we need to call Tyson or Rachel?" Frank Zhang, son of Mars and second praetor, asked Reyna.

"It's probably nothing to wo—" her words were cut when Ella said the only clear words in a while.

"Mad Titan, dust, snap, Apollo, fates, dead, stones, gauntlet."

Then Ella fell to the ground. Hazel ran to check on her and determined she was just unconscious.

"How can an harpy be unconscious?" asked Frank.

"Frank. I need you to go to camp half blood." Reyna said with fear clearly in her voice.

"Why? Reyna are you okay?" asked a now worried Frank.

"No, but remember I am a daughter of Bellona. A goddess of war but also a goddess of Destruction and Devastation. Frank, Hazel, I feel something big is coming, something that this time we may not survive." She said. She had tears of fear in her eyes. When Reyna heard the words Mad Titan, she felt a shiver down through her spine, something was very, very wrong. She almost felt the incoming war and destruction that the name would bring. But what she was most scared of, was that it was inevitable.

"Go! I will take care of everything here, see if the Oracle of Delphi has something, I will try to contact the gods for guidance." Reyna said with finality as she exited the library. Hazel grabbed the body of Ella and took her to a bed near the back of the library. Then she ran with Frank to where the pegasi where.

Hazel asked herself, what could be so terrible to get that reaction out of Reyna? It could not be that bad, right?

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Hi, CallMeLatino here. So...did you like it? I plan on doing everything until the snap but changing the way the story gets there. I have plans for demigods in wakanda and others, wink. Feel free to leave a comment or a joke or ideas. Thanks for reading my story.