Percy threw his stuff on the couch and plopped next to it. He picked up the remote and started flicking through the channels looking for something to watch. A certain news channel caught the young demigod's eye so he turned to pay attention. The channel was showing a Quinjet falling out of the sky in Washington D.C. Percy narrowed his eyes at the wreckage and saw a familiar flash of red, white, and blue. Then his eyes widened.
"No no no." He muttered, grabbing his phone. Fingers shaking, he dialed a number. "Natasha what the hell's going on in D.C.?" The Russian on the other end held the phone to her ear.
"Percy? What do you mean?" She asked, feigning ignorance. Percy rolled his eyes.
"You may be an spy, but you've never been able to lie to me. You know what I mean." He said, his voice hardening. Natasha took a deep breath.
"We had to take down SHEILD to take down HYDRA. SHEILD was corrupted and filled with spies." She answered quietly.
"It was just on the news showing a Quinjet falling and I saw Steve. Where is he?" Percy's voice became strained. Steve was like an uncle to him and they were close, being able to talk about the wars and friends they lost. Percy could here the worry in her voice when she answered, which worried him. Natasha usually was able to keep her emotions concealed and only let them out when something really bad happened.
"He's in a hospital. Want me to send a helicopter?" She asked, almost in a joking manner, knowing his dislike of heights.
"No. I can take Blackjack. See you in an hour Nat." Natasha let a small smile come onto her face as Percy hung up and a buzz came on. Percy dashed up to the roof and whistled. He waited impatiently, tapping his foot against the concrete. Finally after what seemed like a lifetime, Blackjack appeared and circled down.
'Hey boss, where we going today?' The pegasus asked.
"D.C. I gotta visit someone." Percy said, hopping on Blackjack. He pat his pocket to make sure he had Riptide and nudged the pegasus. Blackjack opened his black wings and took off.