Grief and pain burned deep and bright within Percy's body. Her skin has the all too former crawl of shock, disbelief, sadness and horror all at the same time. It sickening really; the feeling of panic, anxiety, and depression itching right beneath her skin like some sort of deadly rash. Her stomach can't stop churning and twisting into a unbelievably tight knot in tell it was unbearable and made her feel even more miserable than she already was. Percy clings tightly to the balcony railing as her mind continues to rile and spin out of control. It too much; The feelings. The feelings of anxiety, sadness, guilt, and shame. She can't even close her eyes anymore without feeling it nagging her in back her of her mind. Even in the darkest part of her mind is was burning apparently bright. It was too much. Too much for one girl to hand.

   She cried out in a quite sob. She was alone, yet simultaneously was overcrowded with people. She didn't understand why; understand why they did it. Why she given this fate. Why they betrayed her. She didn't understand. She had been their ideal warrior, only to be thrown out like an old rag doll. It made her feel sick and gross. But, that wasn't seemed to bother her the most. No, it was memories. The memories that seemed only seemed to seep further and further into her daily memories and thoughts. That made her feel like she was living a constant nightmare. And this night seemed to only be making it worse. Much worse.

  It hurt for Percy to breath. It felt like sensation of drowning; the overwhelming feeling of water crashing over her and taking her deeper away from surface and smothering her intensely. She knew this feeling all too well. She believed Will had called it a panic attack? Or an anxiety attack? Or was it simultaneously both? She couldn't fucking tell the difference, let alone really make a good and cohesive decision at the moment as she grasped to regain her ability to properly breath. Her hand moving to scratch at her own throat. The suffocation, burning and itching growing and intensifying with ever mile a second that passed. Her icy finger tips numbly moving against her pale flesh as she tried so, so hard to calm down. Which seemingly couldn't do. She was too shaken up. Too far out control. Spiraling too out of control.

Seconds ticked away for what long painstakingly long minutes and minutes felt like hours, days, mouths... it all just too much. Percy was more surprised she hadn't died of suffocation yet or at minimum passed out. But then again, she wasn't exactly normal. Percy closed her eyes. The complex and utterly sinister thought somehow calming to her. The bittersweet promises of her pain ending and getting nothing but darkness seemed almost suicidal.

  Suddenly, there was gust of air by her side and trail of sliver. A boy with sliver hair and piercing blue eyes looked at her worriedly.

  "Hey? Are you alright?"

No. She shakes her head. She can't breathe. She just can't.

  "It's going to be okay. Concentrate on your breathing."

Percy's trying. She really is trying to breathe, but the more air she sucks in the more she feels like overwhelming drowning sensation. And it freaks her out. It terrifies her to the core and leaves her with cold chill.

"Not so fast. It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay, just . . . trust me for a second?" The stranger inches closer, reaches out a hand like he wants to touch Percy, then seems to think better of it. "Look, I don't want to make things worse by freaking you out. You're hyperventilating. I can help. Just take your hands off the railing. . ." he's speaking slowly, calmly, and rather gently. He does sound like he might actually know what he's doing. Percy, in the haze of her overwhelming panic, is desperate for anything to make this stop, so she gradually peels her hands off the railing , even though she thinks she might fall over at any second.

  The boy nods. "Okay, now turn and face me. It's okay, you're doing great. Here, put your hands up like this . . ." he says, cupping his own hands and holding them over his mouth, like a mask. "Just trust me, it works, like this. Do what I'm doing." He's breathing into his hands. "Time your breaths with mine. Come on. Hands up. It'll be okay."

Percy 's arms are shaking, but somehow she does what the boy tells her, manages to copy him. Amazingly it works. After a while he begins to feel like he can breathe again. The world stops spinning and she doesn't feel the crashing drowning sensation. Percy looked at the boy slightly relieved and, tired and, embarrassed.

"Better?"

" Yeah. Thanks."

  " I'm Pietro."  He introduced softly.

  " Peruse. But friends, call me Percy."

And it's nice, this. Talking. Percy can almost feel something relaxing inside her.

Authors Note; So you guys have an overwhelming number of Loki and Pietro votes ( last time I checked they were about equal ) so do guys just want me to choose between them or do want poly ( Loki x Percy x Pietro ) relationship or what?