Hey guys, long time to see, huh? I am soo sorry I have not continued on with this story as I planned. Between the last time I posted and now, my life has gotten crazy. Currently, I work full time and go to school part time. I am also trying to work on finishing my own story so it can hopefully (fingers crossed) be published one day. And my mother was diagnosed with a terminal disease. So it's safe to say my life has been crazy. In all honestly, I am currently writing this due to a PM someone made me and I was avoiding doing homework.

Hopefully, you'll like what I have written. I know you might have wanted more, but it's all I have for this story left. I don't even remember what I was going to write next. I have fallen behind in reading Rick Riodran's books and the marval movies.

Without further ado...

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Percy Jackson books/world or the marval universe.

Chapter Ten: How the Cookie Crumbles

2 years Later

He had been warned. He had not listened. Now everything was crumbling around him. Yet he did not regret his actions. The world felt peace for a few short moments, and soldiered on through the tougher times.

As Nick Fury lay confined to his hospital bed, he thought of the words a fortune cookie. It had helped him find Nico di Angelo, and eventually the knowledge of demigods. Did he truly believe that opening a single cursed fortune cookie would result in SHIELD falling apart? No. But there was a part of him that had seen too much that hesitated. Not to mention di Angelo had warned him of the repercussions of opening Nemesis's fortune cookie.

"Watch yourself. Nemesis's fortune cookies always give valuable information. But they ALWAYS require a great scarifice. Are you prepared to lose what you treasure most?"

Though his words had unnerved Fury at the time, he refused to let it show. "Let's save the world first, then worry about sacrifices. Besides, I'm fresh out of lambs,"

"Do not jest about the gods. They do not take cheekiness lightly." Nico snapped before slipping away into the shadows.

"Hill, I want you to contact di Angelo. Perhaps he can help with our situation." Fury demanded as his second-in-command entered the room.

"He left us no way to contact him, Sir,"

"None of the Avengers? Surely Rogers or Stark would have a way to contact him."

"di Angelo doesn't like Rogers from what I can tell. And I remember Stark trying to give Nico a phone since he doesn't have one. He refused every time, claiming cell phones attract monsters. Besides, didn't he warn you about the fortune cookie?"

Apparently Fury was not the only one who made the connection. "That doesn't matter. I need to talk to him. He is an asset."

Frowning deeply, Hill moved to leave the room. "I'll see what I can do," She tossed over her shoulder as she left the room. How do you find someone who doesn't want to be found?

"I hear you've been looking for me," A voice stated as a body dropped next to Hill's on the bench. Sucking in a shocked breath, hand on her gun, Hill stared at the boy sitting next to her. If not for the aviator jacket and black sword attached to his hip, she would have not recognized Nico di Angelo. His skin was still pale, but had a hint of an Italian heritage. The bags under his eyes were less pronounced, and even his dark eyes seemed lighter and happier.

"You look better," She managed to say.

Nico smirked and replied, "Guess all I needed was some sun,"

"Apparently." Hill cleared her throat. "How did you know we were looking for you?"

"I have eyes and ears everywhere." Nico answered vaguely. Hill raised an unamused eyebrow. Nico rolled his own eyes and sighed. "I own a tv. I do watch the news from time to time. I knew you would want to talk to me sooner or later when Captain freakin Amercia was named a fugitive."

"What are you going to do?"

"Right now? Nothing,"

"Why not?"

"Because strange things are happening. New gods are rising. Apollo has fallen. Our orcal is blind to the future. Not to mention I hear a new pantheon faces their end of the world. They claim they can handle the Wolf, but I am not too optimistic. Not to mention I have to babysit my crazy little sister."

"What do you suggest we do instead?"

"Keep living. Fury's made your bed, and now you must lie in it. It must always get worse before it gets better." Nico stood up to leave. "Wait," Hill called out. "I have one more question,"

"Shoot," Nico shoved his hands into his worn jacket pockets.

"Why don't you like Rogers? In the beginning you spoke ill of him. At the end of the Battle of New York, you were on better terms, but not by much."

Nico was silent for a long moment before finally answering. "I knew him. Before, I mean. It was in the 40's, a year or two before my sister and I disappeared. My sister Bianca was a huge Captain America fan. For her birthday we went to one of his... performances. She was the last person in line, but she was so happy and excited to finally reach the front. Then he left, stating he was done for the day, happy that there were no more autographs to sign. He brushed my sister and her notebook aside, and it broke her heart. Children of Hades are known to hold grudges, so that is why I didn't like Rogers at first." Then he was gone.

In an abandoned jacket pocket lay a crumpled fortune cookie. On the small slip of paper, in scribbled black ink were the words:

Nico di Angelo, Ghost King.

Finally full-filled, the fortune cookie crumbled to dust.

Fin