It had been 2 years since he had joined S.H.E.I.L.D. and he hadn't regretted a singled moment of it. Being able to help people without being the gods pawn had been the main reason he joined, well that and the fact that everyone from both camps thought he was dead. But the unintended side effects of joining S.H.I.E.L.D were Coulson, Clint and Natasha.

Coulson had turned out to be the Father figure that Percy had never had in his life. Not to mention that he had pretty much unlimited resources, Boss ninja moves, and a weird addiction to Super nanny that Percy would never understand.

Clint and Natasha Had become his siblings. They reminded him of how he and Annabeth used to be.

Each with a mutual love interest, being each other with Natasha, knowing that they had feelings for each other but too stubborn and prideful to admit it, and Clint (being the Percy of the story) feeling something but totally oblivious to what it was.

So just like him and Annabeth.

A smile crossed his face, which frightened the other agents walking down the hall. The young but still dark and intimidating agent Jackson never smiled. Never showed emotion at all as a matter of fact. So seeing him smile stunned them all to their very core.

Unaware of the people around him surprise he continued to think. Man they really are just like me and Annabeth. He almost chuckled knowing that if he had said that to her she would have immediately corrected him saying 'It's said Annabeth and I, seaweed brain"

Then a darker thought crossed his mind. But that was before she. Before she di- die-. Stop thinking about it. Percy mentally scolded himself.

Percy walked down the hall to Colson's office and soon found himself at the door.

"Sir, Fury wants you and another agent to go down to the tesseract base. He said that he'll join you in a few days." Percy said to the sleep deprived Coulson at the desk. "He also said, well more ordered you to gets some rest on the way over there."

Coulson looked weary and old, then mischief flashed against his face.

"Well it looks like I can't disobey a order from the Director, now can I," Colson said in a mocking tone.

Percy smirked knowing that Colson was referring to the many times that he had disobeyed and ignored direct orders from Fury.

"Well we can't all be perfect you know," Percy replied grinning

"Yes, but I think that earning the title 'More Disobedient Than Tony Stark' is far from perfect, Agent Jackson." Coulson retorted back.

Percy giving in,(or at least deciding it wasn't worth it.) rolled his eyes. He looked at the pigsty around him that was Coulson's office. Papers were strewn all over his desk, a garbage can filled with mountain dew bottles and other empty caffeinated drinks.

They really need to create a caffeine patch for the agents, and Coulson needs a maid. Percy thought. Then he realized he been standing there for a few minutes now bouncing from thought to thought. Curse my ADHD brain.

"Anyway who do you want to go with you so I can tell them to pack up?" Percy inquired.

"Will you do it Jackson, if I recall you do owe me a favor for writing your report concerning New Mexico." Coulson Implored "Please Percy,''

Percy Knew he was in trouble the moment he said his first name. Coulson had this way of subtly wrapping you around his finger seemingly innocently, until BAM before you knew it you were already doing his laundry, and mowing his lawn. But Percy had a few tricks up his sleeve too. He could play this game just as well.

"But Phil" He drawled. Then he pulled his huge baby seal eyes and adorable pouty face that even coerced Natasha into doing what he wanted. But alas to no avail. He had thought that he saw a waver in Coulson's eyes. But then they turn firm and determined.

"The tesseract is an item of mythology, I know you have experience with that type of thing." Coulson said shrugging. Percy snorted Know of it? Experience? I practically live it!

"You're coming. End of story'' Coulson finished.

Percy knew he couldn't fight back. But decided that he'd get Coulson back with a few pranks he'd learned from the Stolls later on.

"Fine," Percy Said sadly. "But you owe me big time."

Time to get to work it looks like. Wonder if I could get a McGridle this early in the morning. One part of his brain said. While the other said Shut Up you have to go pack, meet with Clint and Natasha then train. Not necessarily in that order.

Percy sighed Having ADHD was not fun at all.

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Percy walked into the training room. He saw rows of punching bags and targets. He silently decided that he would start of the gun range, for Styx knows he needed it, and then how would work his way over to the punching bags. He took out his pistol and put on his earmuffs and eye glasses. Positioned himself, aimed, and fired….

Oh Styx….. he thought, for where he had been aiming for the head. His actual bullet had hit the hip. Well at least it still hit him. For some reason even after two years of training he was still a terrible shot. This is why I like daggers and hand to hand combat he thought to himself. He still kept riptide with him for monster attacks, but seeing as it was celestial bronze. It did no good against mortal criminals and terrorists.

After deciding that he was done with target practice, even though he had only fired one shot, he moved on to the punching bags. He started out slow. Punch. Right hook. Kick. Repeat. But gradually grew faster. Until he was going so fast that any mortal would have a hard time following his movements. He allowed himself to forget everything around him, until he fell into a flashback

~FLASHBACK~

Percy crept up behind the king giant. Quickly and quietly he walked behind him. Until suddenly he heard a cry of anguish. He quickly turned around recognizing the scream.

"ANNABETH" he yelled.

He saw an earthborn grab her by the neck harshly. He started running toward her. The rest of the 7 were holding their own but would need the gods' help to defeat the giants. Phoryphorion turned and grabbed Percy, stopping him from reaching Annabeth. He raged, an aura of power glowed around him.

"LET ME GO" he screamed. "ANNABETH,"

~FLASHBACK END~

Percy stopped and leaned against the wall. Wow, he hadn't had a flashback of that day in quite a while. He was drenched in sweat. Why do the fates hate me? Only then did he realize that he had knocked the punching bag to the ground. I really need to get control of this thing. Come on, I had been doing so well. He heard someone cough at the door. Quickly he changed the look on his face from one of weakness to a cocky smirk that managed to annoy the most laid back of people. Clint stood there at the doorway looking amused,

"Look Jackson, I get it that your angry I do, I mean if I had to look at that face in the mirror every day I would be too." He smirked "but do you really have to take it out on the punching bag?"

"Says the one who freaks out on the newbies if there are no more Twinkies in the vending machine," Percy retorted back.

"What can I say?" Clint responded. "I'm addicted."

"That you are Katniss, That you are,"

Percy chuckled to himself knowing the archer would take offense to that statement.

"So I hear you're going to the tesseract base… Fish legs."

"And what would give you that Idea, My dear Merida."

"maybe the fact that after finding out that I'd be going too, Coulson came and said not to tick you off to much while you there, Hinted to the idea."

"Two things. One so glad you're going to be there and share the pain with me, and two I'm gonna be the one tickin' you off."

"That's what I said."

"Oh well, hey where is Nat."

"She'll be coming up soon, I think,"

Percy then saw Natasha's red hair standing behind Clint. He managed to keep a straight face. I could have some fun with this he thought.

"So Clint you and Tasha, do anything fun."

"Me and Nat?" Clint questioned "what do you mean…oh, hey I don't, she's not, we're not." His face turned red. Then his eyes steeled up. "Natasha is remarkable woman, trusted colleague, a valued friend, She."

Finally Percy couldn't take it anymore he started laughing hysterically and then realization dawned on the archer's face.

"She's standing right behind me, isn't she?"

Percy's smile stretched right across his face. "Yep," he said popping the "P".

Natasha grinned turning Clint to face her.

"Don't stop now, I love hearing you compliment me." She said

If possible, Clint turned even redder than before.

"So how long have you been there?" Clint asked wanting to know how much of the conversation she had heard.

"Oh, not long." She replied winking at Percy

Percy managed to calm down a little bit.

"Where are you going Nat? What missions does the Black Widow have in store for her?"

"Same old, same old." Was her reply "Interrogate some bad guys, have them make fools of themselves, and then kick butt."

"Well good for you. I here, am stuck with this silent brooder at the tesseract base. Hooray for me, Right?"

"I am sure we all pity you, but frankly…. I pity him more."

"Good," Percy said then his eyebrow scrunched up in concentration. "Wait hhheeeyyyy. You know I take offense to that."

"Good, You were meant to"

Percy smiled then got a faraway look in his eye, As if thinking about something else.

Natasha POV

Natasha thought about how far Percy had come. When she had first met him, he was silent, never talking, he always had a broken look in his eye, he was always jumpy and would let no one touch him, he was quick to anger and never let anyone get close to him, But the most concerning thing of all was the severe symptoms of PTSD and Survivors Guilt he had. Not to mention the dreams and flashbacks.

But slowly he had allowed his walls to break down, and the three of them became quick friends. At the time she first met him he was 17 years old, so she was concerned with bringing him in to work for SHEILD. But after having a quick battle, she was surprised to be bested by this teen in a matter of minutes, she thought better of it. And that was before she learned he had powers!

She was glad he was almost back to how he used to be. It was remarkable the change that had affected him. But what was even more surprising was how She the coldhearted spy had allowed this mischievous teenager to crawl his way into her heart.

When she walked in the room and saw the punching bag on the floor looking like a giant sized over used chew toy. She stood behind Clint while the two men teased and bantered with one another. Waiting until Clint noticed her. After their play was over and she talked with Percy. he got a far-off look in his eye. Her spirit saddened knowing he was thinking about those he had lost. She knew all too well how he felt.

"Percy," she said gently bringing him back to reality "are you alright"

He gave a little spasm then shook his head as if shaking the memories out of his brain. Then realized She had seen the punching bag ."Yeah, I'm fine. Just letting off some steam."

She looked over at the punching bag that looked as if it had been chewed and spit back out again. "Yeah, Fine" she said doubtingly.

Clint, who had been standing there watching in amazement as Natasha Mothered over this kid, had his phone go off. He quickly answered it.

He waited, listening to the speaker on the other end of the phone.

"Yes sir...Right away sir… we'll be on our way sir."

He abruptly disconnected the call.

"Well kid, looks like it's time for us to head over to the base" Clint said to Percy. "See ya Tash."

As Clint waked out of the room I quickly went over to Percy and gave him a comforting hug. "Be safe little brother."

Percy smiled then smirked "When am I ever not?" he asked innocently.

"Go on and catch up Perce" I said punching him lightly in the shoulder

"Kay," he lightly responded. "Bye Nat," As soon as he left the room he became the cool, calm, and slightly intimidating agent he was supposed to be. Not the brokenhearted child that Natasha knew that he was.

"Bye Percy." She said softly. She truly did love him as a brother.

Percy POV

He had been here for about two weeks. After he had said his goodbyes to Natasha, he got into a jeep. Even though the base was out west in the desert, and he was in D.C.

He still didn't dare take a plane and enter into his uncle's domain for the simple fact that if he did. The gods would find out he was alive and if Zeus caught him he wouldn't be anymore, namely because Zeus would blast him to smithereens.

So after about three days of travel he got to the base. Percy smirked as he remembered what happened.

Finally he was here, after three days of riding in his jeep. His muscles were cramped, he had a head ache, and on top of all of that he was in the desert. A son of Poseidon, god of water…. In the Driest Place in the US. Great idea, Right?

Clint and Coulson had got there the previous day. They would have gotten there earlier, except for the fact that Coulson still needed to be pranked, and Percy knew exactly how to.

Without out going into details, let's just say that it involved a few crossed wires, explosions, glitter, hours delay on all aircraft vehicles, and several agents wondering why Clint kept muttering something about a stupid agent Jackson. This constantly befuddled them. Agent Jackson would never pull a prank. He has no sense of humor. Right?

So anyway their departure had been delayed for a day. Much to the Chagrin of the agents.

As he arrived Coulson, Clint, and some old dude who looked to cheerful for his own good waited for him.

Clint glared at him, but Percy knew he was amused by the explosions of goo and glitter he had caused. Coulson just shook his head disappointedly. But Percy could still see the underlying tone of amusement there too.

Mr. Happy face walked up to Percy and introduced himself.

"Hello, my name is Dr. Eric Selvig. And you are?''

Percy started at the doctor seemingly indifferently but in truth he was analyzing, strategizing, and deciding whether or not to trust him. He let the question hang in the air. After a few moments of silence he abruptly turned to look at Coulson and Clint

"Coulson, Barton" he nodded his head towards them.

As he walked away he could hear Coulson talking to Shellfish or whatever his name was.

"Wow you're lucky. The last person we introduced him to, he judo flipped them and they had to be hospitalized for three days."

Percy inwardly chuckled as he heard this remembering what a pain in the Podex that guy was.

Anyway, back to the situation the tesseract or the "glowy cube thingy" as Percy had so wisely dubbed it was

Active. It had started to misbehave as Shellfish had said so they had decided to evacuate the base.

Coulson was up at ground level greeting Fury. While Percy was down here with Shellfish trying to get this thing under control. As he was thinking about this he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around, only to be met by Fury's steely gaze. Percy closed the distance between them.

"Director Fury." He said.

"What the situation." Fury asked.

"well as Shell—er Selvig put it the Tesseract is "misbehaving"."

"where's Barton."

Selvig had walked up to them by now. "The Hawk?" he asked.

Percy wanted to deck him for that. Meanwhile Fury nodded impatiently. "Where else, He's in his nest."

While Percy commed Barton to get his Podex down here, he heard Fury talking to Selvig.

"Can you shut it down doctor."

"She's a power source director. We shut it down, she turns it back on." Selvig replied.

Suddenly Percy had a thought. A scary thought. He went to voice his concerns.

"Director, I think It's trying to get through." He told him.

"What are you talking about agent Jackson?" Fury harshly asked.

"While also being a power source this thing is supposed to be a doorway to space. Right."

Fury nodded.

"Well doors open from both sides." Percy finished.

Realization struck the director. He really hoped that Percy was Wrong.

But before he could respond the readings spiked. A beam of the tesseract shot at the celling. A black hole looking thing started to , Wait what is that?

Another beam shot down. As the dust and light dimmed Percy could make out the silhouette of a figure. HE felt an aura of power. It was cold and but full of light at the same time. But there was something else. Not only could he feel the Power he felt with the tesseract. But also something dark and controlling.

But before he could make sense of this feeling Fury interrupted.

"Please put down the spear." He said loudly.

The figure looked at his spear if that's what it was. Then evily smiled and shot it at the director. Percy knocked him out of the way.

The other agents opened fire. The bullets had no effect on the man. But Percy realized. This was no man. This was a god. Not one of the Greek pantheon but of something not of earth.

He went to go help the agents, but Fury and Barton held him back. He looked into Fury's eyes and got the message. Don't play your ace just yet.

The god had finished off the rest off the other agents. Clint shot an arrow but spear dude caught it with ease. Fury decided then to speak up. The man sneered.

" Who do you think you are?" he asked impatiently.

" I am Loki Of Asguard and I Am Burdened with glorious purpose."

More like burdened with a huge ego. Percy thought. Selvig spoke up.

"Loki, Brother Of Thor." He said in wonderment. This backfired though, because it seemed to tick Loki off.

Fury called out to Loki. "We have no quarrel with your people."

After cocking his head he replied simply. "an ant has no quarrel with a boot."

Fury got mad. "Are you planning to step on us?"

Loki started to rant on about freedom and subjugation but Percy just tuned him out. He started to try and think of a way to get out of there.

He saw that the portal and the tesseract's power were causing the foundations of the building to erode. The building would collapse soon.

He only started to pay attention again as Loki put his spear to Clint's chest, at first he thought that Loki was going to stab him and started to stop him.

But then the spear thingy glowed blue. Energy went from the staff into Clint. Then it stopped. Clint stopped trying to fight Loki. Percy didn't understand why. Was he stunned? He looked at the rest of the agents and even Selvig. They all stood stock still.

He heard some movement. He looked over at Fury. He seemed unaffected by whatever Loki had done to the rest of the agents.

Fury was currently taking the cube out of the machine and putting it in a brief case. He started to move but then Loki spoke.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you." He said. Yeah, like we're just going to let you take it. Percy thought snarkily.

Loki moved to touch his spear to Fury's chest. Percy knew that he couldn't let Loki get his hands on the cube.

"Umm, well hi there. I was just thinking. 'Cuz you know that the cube well it is kind of ours right know, and it's not very nice to take others stuff"

Loki looked at him like he was bonkers. Fury gave him a look that obviously said Really?

Percy walked forward. "Dude? Haven't you heard of sarcasm?" He paused while Loki still looked bewildered. "Well anyway, sarcasm is kind of my MO, but if it makes you feel any better I really like the outfit. You pull it off nicely not many could do that, But you know what it's missing. Like A really cool helmet with big reindeer horns."

He held up his hands to his head to demonstrate. He thought to himself. If I can give Fury enough time to get away. The tesseract will be out of this wacko's reach. I can probably manage to get Clint and the other's to safety then bury this dude under tons of cement and rebar.

While he was thinking he hadn't noticed Loki reach him. Loki put his glow stick of destiny up to his chest. Percy felt a cold presence enter his mind. It dawned on him that this is why the others weren't reacting. Loki had taken over their bodies.

He felt himself get mad. He saw red. This is what Gaea had tried to do to him and his friends all that time ago. If there was one thing Percy didn't like it was being manipulated and controlled. He fought for control and after what seemed like hours of mental battling, when it had only been a few seconds, he felt himself regain his mind and body.

Loki looked startled, and confused. "WHAT? How? You?"

Percy shrugged, but really inside he was laughing his head off. "You know when under stress and pressure, performance issues aren't that uncommon." Percy kept rambling on. But in truth he was worried for Clint, and hoped that he could save him.

Percy saw Clint start to move. "He's stalling. He means to bury us." Loki looked at Percy. He just grinned and replied.

"Like the Pharaohs of old." He knew that Annabeth would've loved that comeback.

He looked to Fury who had been inching towards the exit. He gave him a clear look that meant RUN. Of course. Barton just had to see that look and shoot Fury. Loki in turn grabbed his throat and chucked Percy against the wall.

Loki and his little puppets took the tesseract and walked out. Percy hoped someone would stop them, but for now he needed to get Fury out of there.

Time Skip

After getting out he heard Fury radio everybody. "This is a level 7" he paused. "From now on we are at war." Percy sighed. Oh goodie. Another war.