Author M: My second cross over. Huh not as hard as the first.
Disclaimer: I do not own ether Avengers or Percy Jackson.
'This is not how I planed my afternoon,' thought Percy Jackson as he ran threw down town New York. Just as he was about to buy some food for him and his mom the sixteen year old had stirred up a Hell Hound, a big one too. And with too many people in Times Square, he thought it best just to run from the foaming mouth full of teeth.
Percy ducked into and ally and uncapped his pen, feeling hopeful when the three foot sword formed in his hand. He spun quickly and the Hound impaled itself on its celestial blade. The monster disintegrated leaving Percy panting from his run.
He recapped Riptide and sighed heavily. One thing he had hoped on was that all the monsters would be with the army. He walked out of the ally and back to his usual streets, unaware of the figure in a trench coat watching him.
"MOOOM!" Percy yelled as he walked into the apartment, hands full of food," I'm home! And I nee-" He stopped as he saw a man in a business suit sitting down and drinking some of his mothers special made blueberry tea (It made the water blue). The man turned and Percy set the bags on the floor carefully, using the action to hide his hand.
"Who are you?" he asked carefully, ready to strike at the man if need be. The man turned and saw Percy, making an 'Ah!' sound and put down his mug of tea.
"Hello," he said politely, standing up, "My name is Phil Colson, agent of S.H.E.I.L.D."
Percy frowned, "That sounds like government stuff to me."
Phil smiled and spoke again, "It stands for Strategic Home- you know what? Just stick with the anagram, it's easier for everyone to remember." He then handed Percy a card in English and the man's number on the back in Greek .
After that he left, leaving the young hero with thousands of questions.
~(time skip, DOOOWEEEOOOOOO)~
Percy paled. He and the rest of the camp were watching the news on a projector that the Hephaestus cabin had made and everyone was on edge. Almost all of New York was in ruin. And aliens had caused it! Not only that, but a feud between two gods had started it.
It really didn't sit well for anyone. What Percy wouldn't give to help them out though, just like everyone in camp, but the gods had said that it was a Norris matter. Percy cursed under his breath as he saw a building fall.
He prayed to his father that his mom was safe. And he promised to join these… 'Avengers' when he was able too. But his train of thought was shattered as the cabin councilor for the Hermes cabin cried out. Looking over he saw Chiron looking at the boy with pity.
Percy had to know what happened, so he tore himself from his seat and walked over to them.
"Chiron?" he asked as he approached the two, "What's going on? What happened?"
The centaur turned and let the sobbing kid go, "It is nothing new. A Demigod has died in battle, and his father has requested a shroud for him."
This got Percy worried, "Who was it? Please tell me it wasn't one of Hermes' more favorite ones."
Chiron sighed, his face saddening more, "As a matter of fact it was. He had survived long enough to join a military operation, and has helped keep the rest of us hidden from the Mortals. Not only is his death saddening for us, it also makes it harder for our quests to go unnoticed. I do not think you have met him, but his name was Phil Colson. He used to visit on his off days."
Percy paled, "I-I've met him. H-he asked if I wanted to join him."
Chiron blinked, "I would think hard on this before having a solid decision Percy. For it was not a monster that killed him, it was a god."
The young hero steeled himself, "I have and I am going to join them, the Avengers."