Chapter 2: The Legends Are Born
Massive thanks to everyone who reviewed! Questions... hmm
*grins sharkily* You'll have to wait and see what Percy is God of! Yup at some point in time they meet the Avengers...and other Marvel characters (In the film verses sorry).
Oh
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Dawn of Joy did you compare me to John Green? *fangirl squeal* ohmygodsohmygodsohmygods
WARNINGS: Death, probably torture, pain, wars, swearing, major plot change, SPOILERS, possibly slash relationships, weapons…rated T for now.
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Harry Potter-
When Harry had joined S.H.I.E.L.D, he had become painfully aware of how physically incapable he was to be a proper agent.
The years of malnutrition when he had grown up with the Dursleys had left his muscles thin and his figure bony. He was, for the most part still like that, even Mrs Weasley's masses of delicious cooking hadn't made a dent on his physique.
So, naturally, he went about changing that as much as possible.
It had been 10 years since he had joined S.H.I.E.L.D.
He had started off as a scientist, the records Death provided for him showed that he had graduated from Cambridge. He hadn't, of course. So he researched and studied in his spare time before joining S.H.I.E.L.D, in less than three months he had become as knowledgable in the field of nuclear physics as was passable for a S.H.I.E.L.D scientist.
He had done enough exercise callisthenics that now had toned, lean muscles and was much more physically competent with carrying out field missions. If he was ever to be called on one that was.
Progressing through the ranks, Harry had become well known within S.H.I.E.L.D; he was now in charge of a very large department on Astrophysics. Which, amused him greatly, as some of it seemed to be about 'unknown force' that sounded almost 'magical'.
Of course, when he joined, Death had given him a slightly different name, he was now James Evans.
The man Harry had spoken to about joining S.H.I.E.L.D, Director Nicolas Fury, had recently been promoted so that his job now constituted of basically being in charge of all of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Today, Dr James Evans had been called to a meeting in his office.
He was of course immortal because of his 'Master of Death' status. But he had to look like he aged at least a bit, because otherwise it would be suspicious. He looked like he was about...20. In reality he was 28, but Harry liked how he looked at 20, so he stayed like that.
He walked down the long corridor leading to Director Fury's office, he felt like it had been designed specifically for the purpose of making people nervous as the walked towards the foreboding black door. It didn't particularly work on him, but ha was curious to what the man was actually like.
Harry had seen him barking orders at people at certain points in his career within S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters. He had never been his office before, no sir, he was scientist. The Agents were the ones that entered that black door. So why was he being called to his office?
He stopped in front of the door, inspecting the very large, illuminated S.H.I.E.L.D logo, glowing off the black background.
"Enter, Dr Evans." called the deep, voice of Director Fury.
The door opened slowly, Harry didn't push it, it must have been controlled by the Director or something. This whole set up was clearly there to try and intimidate him, not very effective, really.
He walked slowly into the room, he was almost surprised that the Director wasn't sitting on a massive black swivel chair and didn't swing round when he walked in and say "I've been expecting you". It was that cliché.
Well, Harry reminded himself, it was a spying agency, everything was bound to be cliché.
Director Fury wore a black leather trench coat..permanently. He was a tall, bald, dark skinned block of intimidating muscle.
He was standing behind his desk, watching Harry walk in cautiously. His eyes were piercing, sweeping his body for any signs of guilt, lies or anything suspicious. (Fury currently still has two eyes).
Harry nodded respectfully. "Director Fury. You wanted to see me?"
The Director tilted his head upwards in acknoledgement. "Take a seat Dr Evans."
Harry sat down on the leather chair very guardedly, unsure of what was going on. Had the Director finally figured that there was something off about him? That he was...not ageing?
"Dr Evans, you have been a very useful member of S.H.I.E.L.D over the past 10 years." his voice was stoic, not hinting whether what he was saying was good news or bad news.
Harry was trying to work out what was going on. Was he being fired?
"You have worked hard, achieving your status. But it has come to my attention..."
Harry was really starting to freak out. What the fuck was going on?
"That you could be much more than a meagre scientist."
Harry blinked. So this was a promotion, him being cut from S.H.I.E.L.D? What did he mean by more that a meagre scientist? Did he mean about his magic abilities? Had he figured it out?
"What do you mean by that sir?" he asked, trying not to give anything away about what he was thinking.
"I mean Dr Evans, you are at a very good physical state, you are wasting it by being stuck in a lab 24/7. What I mean Dr Evans..." trailed off Director Fury, looking intensely into his eyes and sweeping his body again.
"Do you want to become a Secret Agent?"
Harry blinked. "A Secret Agent sir?", Harry had never considered being an agent, he had enjoyed his job as a scientist enough, but to be perfectly honest, he wouldn't want to be one forever.
"Yes Evans, an Secret Agent."
"What, exactly would that constitute of?" asked Harry, curious.
The Director looked thoughtful; the first emotion he had displayed in front of Harry. "You know, the shit they do in movies. Running around undercover. Infiltrating other governments, spying on people, eliminating threats, etcetera etcetera."
Harry raised an eyebrow at the curse word that the Director had so casually thrown into his sentence, and then frowned. "Eliminating threats?"
The Director nodded curtly.
His brows furrowed even more. "So part of it would be killing people?"
The Director turned but Harry could still hear him clearly. "Dr Evans, S.H.I.E.L.D is a global spying agency, we are far from innocent. Should you become a Secret Agent, we are not asking you to become a murderer, but we handle the safety of the the world. If we come across threats, you need to be prepared to neutralise them."
"So basically...yes." muttered Harry, his brain trying to comprehend what was going on.
He was being asked to be an undercover spy-y person who might at some point in time be asked to kill someone.
Harry heard a soft voice from inside his head, Death.
Master this will be a good job for you. Should we come arose someone who you must kill but it is not their time to die, then I will not take them , I shall move them elsewhere. But if it is their time to die, then in a way, then you will be carrying out you duty as Master of Death. Finding those who's time it is to move on, and passing them onto me. You oughtn't worry about being a murderer, you aren't even capable of evil thoughts.
Harry internally sighed, well if Death agreed that it would be a good job, maybe he should take it. And Death was wrong, he already was a murderer.
All of his friends.
Dead because of him.
He laughed harshly in his head. Maybe it wouldn't matter if he killed anyone whilst as a Secret Agent, his status couldn't get any lower than mass murderer.
Maybe an assassin was a job he deserved becau-
Master came Death's stern tone in his head I forbid you from thinking such things. You did not kill your friends! Even after all these years you disobey me, you are not allowed to guilt yourself over things that were not your fault!
Harry groaned, Death had made a massive point to him that it wasn't his fault. But it was! He-
This time it was Fury that interrupted his internal rant. "Are you feeling alright Dr Evans?"
Harry realised that he had groaned out loud. "Yes, I'm fine Director."
"So." Fury said expectantly.
"Director Fury," Harry took a deep breath "I accept your job offer."
A small smile, so small that Harry could have imagined it, spread onto his lips. "Well then, welcome to the team Agent Evans. Of course, you will need a different name, you agent name."
He held out his hand.
Harry took it, slightly confused. "So...Agent Evans isn't enough?"
Director Fury shook his head almost patronisingly. "Evans you need one like...a stage name. When you work in the field, your enemies can't know you identity. You need a new one. One that inspires fear. One that you can wear and no one would have the slightest inkling of your identity."
Harry raised an eyebrow. It sounded like Fury had given this speech many times before, either that or he planned it, he probably had the script lying around the office. And so what Fury was telling him was basically, he needed a fake identity for James Evans.
Who already was a fake identity.
So he needed a fake identity for a fake identity.
Great.
"So what would this name...be?" he asked.
The Director's lips twitched. "I just told you- one that inspires fear, one that you can wear-"
"-Without people knowing who you are yadayadayada." interrupted Harry, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "What I meant is, what sort of name should it be? Like a real name like...Fred? I mean, you might not think Fred inspires fear but he is-...was quite scary when he wanted to be." Harry's voice quietened at the accidental mention of Fred.
Director Fury frowned. James Evans shouldn't be behaving like that. All S.H.I.E.L.D newbies were terrified of him, none of them had the guts to speak to him properly, let alone interrupt him. No fair. Unless they were Natasha of course, he internally winced at that mental mention. He had recently met the Ex Russian Assassin, and let's just leave it at she wasn't to pleased by being treated like a newbie.
He glared at Dr Evans.
Harry held his hand up in surrender. "Okay, okay I get it, sorry. No more inappropriate comments. But give me some examples, what sort of names?"
Director Fury sighed. "For example, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Wolverine, Beast, Storm, Iceman ...etc"
Harry tilted his head, "So there's an animal/nature thing going on...hmm what could mine be?"
Death appeared to not understand that it was a rhetorical question.
Animals? Hmm Master what animals do you know of that represent good- no beneficial qualities to your job? What about a serpent?
"A serpent, no that's too cliché." Harry muttered. "And it's much too Slytherin."
But master isn't that a good thing? Aren't the typecast Slytherin qualities excellent for this job? You are going to work as a undercover agent after all. If you too strongly dislike Slytherin maybe go for the other houses? A lion, or an eagle or...a badger.
Harry almost snorted out loud at that. Imagine an assassin called Badger, or Honey Badger.
"And why is Ravenclaw's symbol an eagle anyway?" he wondered under his breath
Director Fury suppressed a confused expressions he listened to Evans' strange musings.
I don't know master.
"What?" Harry almost exclaimed. "You didn't ask Rowena Ravenclaw when she died?"
Fury sighed, he really didn't have enough time for this, he had a meeting with Agent Jackson in 2 minutes and he didn't like to be late. "I'm going to have to hurry you Evans."
Harry scowled lightly. What the hell should his name be?
Maybe Death was right about the Slytherin Qualities being a good thing...in fact.
Yes! He had it! The perfect name.
He looked up into Fury's brown eyes that were boring into him. Director Fury couldn't help realising how different this man was to the James Evans that had joined S.H.I.E.L.D 10 years ago.
That man had been abnormally thin, pale skinned and extraordinarily quiet and studious.
This man was toned, tanned and, whilst he still had an aura of cleverness surrounding him, he now had the same amount of confidence.
He was ready to become a S.H.I.E.L.D Secret Agent.
Sharp brown eyes met piercing emerald ones.
"I shall be Basilisk."
As Harry exited Fury's office, he noticed a man standing outside the door, waiting to be called in.
The man looked to be about 20-21, so about Harry's age. Well, Harry's appearance's age.
He wore tight black S.H.I.E.L.D uniform that showed of his large muscles. He had short cropped, soldier style messy black hair. Not quite as messy as Harry's, but it certainly was a contender. He also had very shrewd green eyes, slightly lighter than Harry's own. They darted about the place in a way that only a soldier's eyes move, assessing everything, gathering information, judging threats.
They looked so alive.
He nodded at Harry as he left, in acknowledgement but nothing more.
Harry felt his calculating green gaze watching him as he walked down the rest of the corridor.
Percy Jackson-
When Percy was admitted into S.H.I.E.L.D, he became almost a soldier again. He had been keen to maybe become one of those really awesome spies that you see in movies, but it became painfully apparent how...uneducated he was.
To be fair, all of his life where he had had the opportunity to be educated, he had had dyslexia and ADHD.
And upon discovering that he was a demigod he had never expected that he would ever even live long enough to get a job, let alone try and be educated for one.
Of course, that was different now.
He was a God, not a demigod.
But it didn't change the fact that he had one been once. He remembered resenting his father, resenting the Gods for abandoning him, for abandoning their children.
He remembered vividly the day after the Battle of Manhattan, in the throne room where he was granted a wish. Even when Percy and all their demigod friends had fought and fought for the Gods, they were reluctant to carry out his wish. A very simple wish that they could all attain by barely lifting a finger. He had merely asked them to claim their children, to recognise them, to show that they actually cared about them. None of the Gods felt inclined to do it.
They were their children.
And yet they were content to ignore them for the rest of their lives? Leave them as the mistakes they were?
Percy remembered that the very first thing that his father had said to him, was that he was a mistake.
It had hurt.
Man, it had hurt so bad. The first thing your father who you strove to please and were ignored by your whole life, says to you, is that he wishes you were never born.
He turned down immortality, not only because he wanted demigods to get their rightful recognition, but also because he was disgusted at the prospect of becoming a God.
(Sans Hestia, she didn't count)
And now he was one. He had no choice but to carry the title.
But it didn't mean that he had to honour it by being an arrogant, conceited prat who had a trident up his ass. He could do whatever he wanted, and not conform to the dumb rules about no mortal interaction; he could choose to actually help people with his gifts that he had.
As God of Loyalty and Sacrifice Percy saw it fit that he joined an agency like S.H.I.E.L.D. Being a God had its perks...or handicaps, depending on your perspective. Percy tried to be positive.
He no longer had ADHD or dyslexia, but it didn't give him any pointers on the modern world.
Percy had never had the opportunity to interact with technology that much when he was a child because that bastard Gabe had decided that he couldn't be trusted with it, and he had actively avoided it upon discovering he was a demigod. If a demigod used technology, it was like a beacon to all the monsters in the area like 'hey! I'm here! Come and eat me!'.
It had been 10 years since Percy had joined S.H.I.E.L.D and he was much more informed about technology now. He had even started to study it, finding it fascinating.
Percy had achieved the rank of Commander and was in charge of a large squadron of soldiers. He carried out missions, always assuming the role of leader, it was what he was used to after all.
Director Nicolas Fury, the man who had admitted him into S.H.I.E.L.D had never been one to carry out field missions. He just sat in the chair of power and ordered people about.
To be fair, the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D needed someone like him to keep things running, but he reminded Percy of how the Gods behaved and it aggravated him.
He tried to keep his temper in check around him of course, didn't want to be fired because he had provoked him. Which he seemed to have a track record of - pissing of the people in charge. Keyword being tried.
He had been called to Fury's fancy new office that he had received after the Counsel, whoever they were, had decided to basically give him complete rein over S.H.I.E.L.D.
He waited outside the large, black doors with the glowing S.H.I.E.L.D emblem on it. He appeared to be having a discussion with someone. Humph, he was late, and he accused Percy of not being punctual!
A man walked out of the slow moving, automatic doors. He looked briefly at Percy in curiosity and then walked away down the corridor after Percy nodded in greeting to him. He was obviously a scientist as he wore a white lab coat over his tight, black S.H.I.E.L.D uniform. His tight uniform showed that despite the fact that he wasn't a soldier in the field, he was still toned. He had messy, black hair and piercing almond shaped emerald eyes. They a tint darker that Percy's own eyes, and they darted about the place in a way that only a soldier's eyes move, analysing everything, gathering information and judging threats.
They looked remarkably like a storm brewing.
Percy watched his retreating figure before he turned and walked into the office.
Fury seemed to be finishing some paperwork as Percy walked in.
Percy recalled when he had applied of the job, he had considered using a fake name (because really? Who wants a kid who was in a nationwide manhunt at age 12 on their team?) , but he had decided against it. With so many secrets already, he didn't want the pressure of trying to keep up a fake identity, he'd probably forget all the details anyway.
He knew Fury quite well, given that Fury used to be in charge of the 'Enforcement' aspect of Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, and had the opportunity to shout at Percy quite a lot.
"You're late." announced Fury once he had signed a box at the bottom of the paper, and then pulled out an unfilled replica of it and placed it in front of him.
Percy pressed his lips together to stop any retorts falling from them, he didn't quite succeed because "You fault." slipped out anyway.
Fury rolled his eyes and Percy stood there, waiting for him to say something. Instead Fury started intensely down onto the piece of paper he held.
"You wanted to see me sir?" he asked emotionlessly.
Fury looked up at Percy, he then stood up and handed him the form he was holding. "I'm promoting you."
Percy's eyes widened minutely in shock as he took the form. He almost snorted when he saw the label. 'Special Agent'.
"You are to become Special Agent Jackson, aren't you pleased." he said sarcastically.
Okay when Percy said he knew Fury quite well because he got yelled at by him on a regular basis, he also meant that he yelled back at him on a regular basis. They knew each other but weren't on the best of terms.
"Special Agent my ass. Everyone knows that's just a fancy name for assassin." he retorted.
Fury raised an eyebrow. "And would you object to the label assassin?"
Percy frowned. "Well of course. Assassin has so many negative connotations, murder, psychos,, thugs, gangs...etc."
Fury rolled his eyebrows. "And that's why we call you Special Agents."
"Me?" asked Percy. "When did I become a Special Agent?"
"Just now." said Fury curtly "Sign here." he gave him the paperwork that he had gotten out of his desk.
Director Fury knew that in the space of 20 minutes he was offering two people exactly the same job, but Agent Percy Jackson and Doctor James Evans were two very different people who needed to be approached in different ways. (And it was fun to annoy Percy)
Percy started long and hard at Fury, trying to work out what he was up to. Fury almost became uncomfortable under the intensity of the green eyes boring into him. He had heard from other agents within S.H.I.E.L.D just how intimidating those eyes were, but he'd never been underneath their scrutiny to test their theories. He could now confirm that they were 100% true.
Percy decided that Fury was telling the truth.
He signed the paper.
"So do I get to choose an awesome assassin name then?" asked Percy, maybe he was closer than he thought to becoming like a spy in from a movie.
Fury nodded.
Percy thought about the name, what did he want to be known as for the rest of his life within S.H.I.E.L.D (which might be forever)?
Something that would remind him of his old life, but nothing directly related to the Gods.
Maybe something water related? Like Cyclone or Tornado... but then again, that was far to closely linking with his father Poseidon.
So maybe an animal that lived in the water.
A scary one, or one that inspired fear - he was gonna be an assassin okay, best give him something to live up to.
What about a sea monster? Yeah! Or ever better yet, maybe a sea monster that wasn't Greek? Then it wouldn't remind him of those moronic Olympian Gods.
What about-
Yes!
That was perfect.
He looked up into Fury's eyes and for the second time that day, bright green eyes deliberately met his brown ones.
"I shall be Kraken."
A/N: Noooooo this is so bad! I don't know how to get it up to the point where the two are given a mission together! The chapter was so difficult to write like ugh
But please review!
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