Hello people! Whoa, two chapters in one day? There is such thing as too much Samantha, and this is pushing the boundaries. Anywho, I thought I'd be nice and upload the second chapter today, as I really have nothing else to do other than watch movies on Netflix and YouTube videos. Enjoy!


Four teenagers strolled down the sidewalks of New York City. Two boys and two girls, to be exact. One of them, was fifteen year old Artemis Blanchard, wearing a faded Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Her black high top converse made soft thud sounds as she walked hand in hand with her boyfriend Joel Daniels. He was about three months older than her, with shaggy brown hair and mesmerizing stormy grey eyes.

Not far ahead, her older half-brother, Percy Jackson, walked with his girlfriend, Annabeth Chase. The two were whispering about gods know what while Artemis and Joel trailed behind them.

Percy had somehow managed to convince his sister to join him and Annabeth for a day in the city. Artemis reluctantly agreed, but only on the condition that Joel could join as well. Everyone, even Chiron, was shocked to see the four of them exiting the camps borders (with permission, of course) for their day of fun.

Eventually, the two of them made their way to the front door of a small café. "Come on, slowpokes!" Percy called, as he and Annabeth disappeared inside.

Joel rolled his eyes at their older siblings, wondering if the only reason they were purchasing a meal is because of Percy always being hungry. Then again, Artemis is like that as well, so it's probably just a child of Poseidon thing.

Artemis glanced up at the son of Athena, and squeezed his hand in comfort. "It'll be fine." She whispered to him. "Don't worry."

You see, Joel is slightly paranoid when it comes to being outside the camps borders. He, like Artemis, only ever left camp when absolutely necessary, and ever since the battle with Gaea, he was always worried for the safety of his girlfriend.

When the two entered, they spotted Percy and Annabeth in a booth the farthest away from the entrance. Silently, they took their seats, not letting go of each others hands.

"So." Annabeth began. "How is everyone?"

"Good, I guess?" Artemis replied, scanning the menu that had been placed in front of her. "My camp schedule has been a little crazy lately, but otherwise I'm fine."

"Mm. The Stolls keep stealing my books. Gods, if they don't stop that I'm gonna have the Apollo campers cast a curse on their cabin and they'll all be speaking in rhymes for months!" Joel muttered.

A small ding sounded, signaling that a new customer has entered the café. Artemis glanced up, furrowing her eyebrows at the sight of a dark skinned man in a crazy leather jacket. His eyes – erm, eye? – scanned the room before landing on the four half-bloods.

"Guys." She whispered as the man approached. "Incoming."

When the pirate finally came to a stop beside the table, he said, "Artemis Blanchard?"

Percy's hand subtly flew to his left pocket, where he kept his celestial bronze sword, Riptide. Artemis sent him a glance that said not yet before replying with, "Yes. . .?"

"My name is Nick Fury. I'm from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, also known as SHIELD."

"The something with a thing and what now?" She asked, trying to register the words in her mind. Off to the side, Joel tried his hardest to stifle his laughter, his hand pressed against his mouth.

Fury didn't show any emotion, just continued to stare at the teens with a blank expression. "Miss. Blanchard, we've been looking into your file, and despite the fact that you and your brother were on SHIELD's most wanted list for some time, we have decided to help you out a little."

"And why is this Strategy Home and Institution, Easter something or other, so keen on helping me?" Artemis questioned suspiciously. "Like you said, Percy and I were on your most wanted list. Aren't you practically aiding a criminal?"

"Miss. Blanchard, we've found a living relative of yours."