"Hey guys." Percy gave a big smile, which he hoped looked nonthreatening.
The Avengers reaction was immediate.
Steve Rogers tackled Percy, pinning him to the cold ground. Natasha Romanoff pulled out her favorite pair of Glock 26 guns and pointed them at Percy. Bruce Banner slowly inched away, though studying Percy intently. Thor was tense, with his hand gripped tightly on his hammer, as though ready to strike at a moments notice.
"Friday." Tony Stark walked slowly to where Percy was struggling against Steve's arms.
"Yes, Mr. Stark?"
"Scan this kid. Find out who he is," Tony started to clap. He leaned towards Percy and studied him.
"How'd you get in here? And what's your name, kid?"
Percy focused on breaking down his molecules to vapor and vapor traveled outside of Steve's arms. He formed in front of Natasha, who seemed shocked by Percy's escape. She continued to point her pistols at Percy's face.
"My name is Percy Jackson," Percy took a bow and looked up to see both pistols still pointed at his face. He looked past the guns to see a beautiful, elegant face in a cold mask.
"We got an Enhanced," Natasha kept a tight grip on the triggers. "Watch out."
"What the hell is an Enhanced?" Percy's eyebrows rose.
"The Perseus? Son of Jack? Retriever of the Lightning Bolt and the Golden Fleece? Bearer of the Sky? Defeater of Kronos and Gaea? Twice the Savior of Olympus?" Thor stepped in front of Natasha's guns and Natasha lowered her guns in confusion.
"He is no threat," Thor bowed to Percy. "You forgot murderer of many children," Percy mumbled. "Yeah, that's me." Percy waved childishly.
"Why are you here, son of Jack?" Thor rested his hand on Percy's shoulder. "Is it a war?" Thor became worried.
"No," Percy shook his head vigorously. He didn't think he could take another war, filled with bloodshed and loss of his friends. He would honestly just die than to have another war. He hated blood. "I'm here because I need your help."
"Wait a minute. How can we trust this kid that popped into our room out of nowhere?" Tony was skeptic. He wasn't about to allow a kid to continue to stay in his tower.
"Thor, are you sure we can trust him?" Steve nodded towards Percy.
"Yes, we can. He has my trust." Percy looked at Thor in shock. Percy didn't even know Thor personally, and here he was, defending Percy as though they were close friends.
"How do you have incredible control over your powers?" Bruce walked closer to Percy.
"What did you mean by needing our help?" Natasha's cold, emerald eyes stared Percy down.
"I have nightmares and I was told that you guys went through some horrible things. I was also told that you guys could help me with overcoming my state of depression." Percy gave a pained smile. "I understand if you don't want to help, though."
"We can help you," Thor immediately agreed. "Speak for yourself," Natasha hissed.
"Mr. Stark? I have something."
"What did you find, Friday? Pull it up." Tony grinned brightly, eager to see Percy's file. Tony read quickly and laughed. "You blew up a school bus, huh? Oh, and the St. Louis Arch?"
Percy blushed darkly. "It was an accident." Percy held up his hands.
"You went missing for eight months and dropped out of high school." Tony smirked at Percy. "I'm impressed with you, kid."
"My name is Percy." Percy rolled his eyes.
"How do you have powers?" Bruce questioned, feeling a bit agitated that his earlier question went ignored.
"I'm a son of Poseidon, the Greek God of the Seas." Percy shrugged his shoulders.
"The Greek Gods are real?" Steve groaned. In the distance, thunder rumbled. Loudly.
"Yes and so are the Roman Gods. They are just the counterparts of the Greek Gods but whatever." Percy focused on Natasha.
She truly was beautiful, Percy noted. She had smooth, red hair that perfectly framed her ivory skinned face. She had eyes the color of vibrant emeralds. She was wearing a black skin-tight leather suit.
He shifted his focus to Steve. He was incredibly muscular and had the beach boy look - blonde hair, blue eyes, muscles. He was wearing a white simple shirt, with dark blue jeans. He glanced at Tony and observed the glowing light that was in the middle of Tony's chest. He opened his mouth to ask what it was when Tony beat him to it.
"It's an arc reactor that stops shrapnel from reaching my heart." Tony gestured to the glowing reactor.
"Are we absolutely sure we can trust him?" Natasha was distrustful of the handsome man with lean muscles and entrancing sea green eyes.
"Yes. Please, I need your help." Percy pleaded. He was done with all of the nightmares he got. He was sick of seeing Krono's cold eyes that tortured him. He just wanted to sleep without waking.
"Friday will show you to your room. Until then, I'd like you to tell me about your powers." Tony slung an arm around Percy's shoulders and led him back to the table Percy landed on. He gestured for everyone to sit down, so that Percy could explain in peace about his powers.
"I have control over all forms of water and liquids. I can also create storms, hurricanes, and earthquakes. I can heal myself with the touch of water. I can make any home-cooked meal and I have power over fire. That's it." Percy was bored. His ADHD mind was making Percy restless. He started to bounce his knee up and down but stopped when Natasha's glare landed on Percy.
"That is incredible. Can you show me how you are healed?" Bruce leaned closer to Percy, studying him as if Percy was a lab rat.
"Tomorrow." Percy yawned. "I would like to go to bed." Percy stood up and left the table. "Goodnight everyone." He grinned and walked out of the room.
Percy took deeps breaths before asking, "Friday? Show me to my room, please."
"It's down one floor and once you exit the elevator, it's the third door on your right. Enjoy the rest of your night, Mr. Jackson."
Percy followed Friday's instructions and entered his room. It was grand and incredibly gorgeous.
The room, upon entrance, had a white bed with black sheets on the side of the room. The windows showed the entire view of New York City. There were gray walls that seemed comforting, rather than cold and professional. There was a large walk-in closet that was already filled with Percy's new clothes.
Percy offered a word of silent prayer to Aphrodite for unpacking for him.
As Percy laid down to sleep, he knew what was going to come next. The excruciating nightmares that would drain Percy of motivation for living.
Percy was tired.
