Hello readers! I have returned with a another chapter! I'm aware I posted Saturday, but, my free day kind of turned into a very busy day. So please enjoy and review. Critique is accepted, but keep your hands of the flame thrower.

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Percy Jackson groaned, as the doorbell rang. Again. Because for whatever reason, ringing the doorbell at 6 in the fucking morning was a great fucking idea! He stumbled out of his bed(he didn't remember getting to bed)—and by stumble, he means get tangled in his bed sheets, struggle a bit, then fall off his bed with a very high-pitched squeal (which he may or may not deny later) and landed with a thunk. The doorbell continued to ring more and more. At point they started knocking too. It was starting to cause a headache.

"Percy open the fuckin' door!" Bucky yelled from the master bedroom(now converted into a guest room, two twin beds on either side.)

With a irratated huff he managed to wriggle out of his sheets and stumble clumsily to the door. Somehow, within the entire mess, Chloe had managed to snag onto his shirt, and clung to it the entire trip down the hallway. Finally, reaching the door, Percy unlocked it, and yanked it open so hard he almost smacked himself in the face. Standing there, were two men. One in a monkey suit (Like the James Bond monkey suits), and the other in a leather like suit. Percy had seen enough of these that he knew the man was some type of special fighter. Percy, being the amazingly smart person he is, immediately closed the door. As he began to walk away, the knocking started again. Growling, he spun around and yanked the door open again, this time actually hitting himself in the face, sending Chloe sliding down the back of his shirt, mewling loudly.

"What?" He asked irritated, rubbing his now bruised forehead.

"Mr. Jackson?" The brown haired man asked him.

"No, Mrs." he replied sarcastically, eyes narrowing. Chloe had managed to find herself atop his shoulder again.

The man seemed neither startled or confused. He remained blank. Okay, Second sign of secret government agent.

"Mr. Jackson,"the man started again. "My names is Phil Coulson and I—"

"Yeah, so," Percy spoke sharply, cutting him off, glaring, green eyes sharp. "You seem like you've had a education, so I'm going to assume you can read. See this sign here? It says 'no soliciting'. Which means NO SOLICITING. Have a great fucking fantastic day!" Percy slammed the door in his face, yet again.

Percy, stayed by the door and listened. After that there were no more sounds,so he decided that it was still early to get up, and went to go back to bed. Then the man started jiggling the lock. The mother-fucker was trying to break in! Percy turned around yanked the door open.

"What?" He seethed, glaring at the agent who was on his knees.

The man cleared his throat and straightened is jacket, standing up . "Actually, Mr. Jackson, we're part of a military agency called S.H.I.E—"

"Great, a even better reason to close the door." Percy spoke once again, cutting off the agent. "And don't break in." He closed the door before the agent could protest.

Inside, Steve was sitting at the table drinking what seemed to be blue coffee. He seemed confused, but didn't say anythingabout it. Percy forgot to get regular creamer. Oops.

"Good Morning Percy," Steve greeted with him. "Did you sleep well?"

"Not enough," Percy grumbled, hair disheveled. He trudged back to his room.

Just as Percy was walking out of his room, Bucky was walking to the kitchen, scratching his head. They grunted a greeting at each other. The people at the front door began to bang it loudly, before Steve and Bucky could do anything, Percy yelled from his bedroom:

"DON'T YOU DARE BREAK DOWN THAT FUCKING DOOR!!!"

Then Percy slammed his door. Sighing, he grabbed Chloe off his shoulder with one hand and set her on his bed. The silence was nice. He grabbed his sheets from the floor and flopped back onto the bed. Peeking up from his pillow, with one leg hanging from the bed, he stared at his clock. It now read 6:10. Since I've lost ten minutes of sleep, he thought, then I guess I'll just have to sleep an extra 4 hours. On that note, Percy fell into a dreamless sleep, with Chloe purring happily on his back.

Bucky entered the kitchen, looking back where Percy had disappeared.

"Who was at the door?" Bucky asked, scratching his head.

"Not sure," Steve said standing up, strolling towards the door. "Guess we should check."

Steve opened the door and standing in front of him was a flustered Coulson and a giggling Clint Barton who could barely stand up straight.

"Steve?" Coulson spoke up tiredly. "Is it possible I could come in?"

"I— I, sure" Steve said sighing. "What are you doing here?"

Bucky grabbed the coffee and decided to skip on the creamer. Sitting down, he watched the two new people enter the apartment, hoping Percy couldn't hear them.

"I could ask you the same thing, Cap," Barton said smirking. Steve acknowledged him with a nod.

"Hanging with Bucky," Steve said. "And Percy." He added after a quick thought.

Coulson stepped in and walked towards the kitchen. Clint followed closely on his heels. He decided to got to couch and perched on the back. His bow was folded up, hanging at his side. Coulson sat down at the table sending a questioning glance towards Steve. Steve tilted his head towards Bucky. Coulson looked at him.

"Nephew."

"And where is your nephew? I would like to speak with him."

Steve shook his head. "He just went to back to bed. My guess is he won't be up for a couple hours." Bucky gave a tiny nod of agreement.

"Ah." Coulson all of a sudden seemed to be a bit older. He massaged his temples. "Guess I have to wait. Any coffee left?"

Steve got up as Coulson sat down. He sighed and closed his eyes. Trying to recruit Jackson would be hard, especially since he was underaged. Steve handed him a cup of coffee. He muttered a small thanks before taking a sip.

"Cream?" He asked.

Steve raised an eyebrow. "As long as you don't mind blue coffee."

"Why's it blue?" Barton asked.

Steve just shrugged his shoulders.

"I think I'll stick to sugar," Coulson decided. He looked around. He noticed how abnormally quiet it was. "Where's his parents?"

Steve shook his head. "Dead."

They sat around the table, idly chatting. And by that it was really just Steve and Coulson talking. At one point Steve left for a jog and returned an hour later. Clint left the apartment to wait in the car and keep an eye out for others. Bucky had migrated to the couch, and Coulson sat reading the paper. Around ten, Percy awoke, and managed to drag himself into the shower. He walked out of the bathroom clothed and hair dryed, he sat down with his blue coffee and glanced at a silent Coulson. He slowly sipped his coffee, before asking a very important question.

"So, do you have one suit, or a lot of the same ones?"

Coulson balked at the question. Bucky snorted. Coulson then asked his own question.

"So do you have silent blow dryer or is there some other way your hair is dry right after a shower?"

Complete Silence.

"What do you want?" A simple, cool, collected, question, with a heavy meaning behind it. Green eyes glanced dangerously towards Coulson. Tension filmed the room.

"Mr. Jackson, I wanted to talk to you about joining a special agency, and just maybe, saving the world."

Percy choked so much on his coffee that Steve had to pat him on the back.

"Excuse me?"

After Coulson explained everything, Percy processed what he had been told. Then he processed it again.

"So? Would you like to?" Coulson asked, 1/1000 of a smile on his face.

Percy set his now cold blue coffee down. He drew in a breath to speak…

"No."

"No?"

"No," Percy confirmed.

"Why?" Coulson asked, curious more than anything.

"Cause," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't want to."

Not missing a beat, Coulson switched tactics. "You do realize that as a minor, you can't live by yourself and we'll be put in a foster home, right?" He said sharply. "If you joined S.H.E.I.L.D you wouldn't need to worry about it."

Percy stood up and ran a hand through his hair for the tenth time. This entire thing was not the weirdest that he had to deal with, but it was certainly up there with the most annoying. He looked towards Bucky, who was still watching t.v.

"What about other family members?"

And that's the end folks. I know it's saturday, but it's ok, it's here. Please review, and if you have any requests, I would love to hear them! Good night and see you later!