Percy lived his life in constant routines. He woke up at o-sixhundred, had a quick shower and got dressed in the standard S.H.I.E.L.D. outfit – a black turtleneck with a small S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on his left chest, a pair of slim black cargo pants (that were surprisingly comfy and easy to move in) and his pair of special-made sneakers that made almost no sound at all, even if he was running at full speed. He put the required guns and extra ammo in his holster that was strapped to his back and his old leather jacket that smelled like coffee and maybe just the tiny hint of blood. As he was eating his breakfast, and drinking his morning coffee, he logged in on the S.H.I.E.L.D database to see if he had any new missions or debriefs. None had been posted, so Perseus grinned and leaned back in his chair with a content smile, enjoying the rest of his amazing coffee that Clint had imported for him. 'Imported' more like smuggled.

The ride from his shaggy apartment in Upper East to the headquarters took only about 20 minutes on his black Harley, but he didn't mind the ride. It was actually nice driving past the families that were so normal it was painful, and the small coffee-shop he had no idea existed.

The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division (also known as S.H.I.E.L.D.) New York ground base wasn't really something that drew your eyes, because we couldn't have that, now could we? It was a building of 33 levels, and seemed to melt into the city. The security was the best in the country and if you weren't over level 5, you could really just expect 17 security controls. As Perseus used his keycard and special password (that only he, Director Fury and his handler Phil knew) the only thing going through his mind 'Thank God I'm level 6'. The familiar settings of the HQ almost sent shivers down his spine; he hadn't been here for almost a year.

Last year, Coulson had given him and his partner Mia Gomez a mission on an island outside Spain; to take down a dictator. They had to make sure the people would not suffer again and helped a man named Paolo Jesu to rule the small island. That had taken a little over a year, and while working, Mia had fallen in love with Jesu and now lived happily as the first lady. Finally, he was back on home-ground, New York.

At the green 'Go' that appeared after typing in his password, he stepped into the elevator and pressed for floor 29. At the familiar DING, he stepped out and was immediately greeted by a wonderful sight.

''Welcome back, Agent Jackson. I hear your mission went well,'' came the emotionless voice of Agent Maria Hill, Director Fury's second in command. Percy turned to properly face the female.

She stood with her legs slightly apart and arm crossed over her chest, a stoic expression on her face. No, scratch that, Maria Hill didn't have expressions; even a stone like one was too little. Percy smiled big and threw his arms around her.

''Aaah, Mary, I have missed you the most!'' In return he got an elbow in his chest. He jumped away from her and began to massage the sore space. ''Rude...'' he muttered, but then straightened his back. ''Where's Coulson?''

''He's at a mission, Fury'll debrief you.'' Maria stared to walk, knowing that Percy would follow her. He just rolled his eyes and began the walk towards Fury's third office (no one actually knew how many offices he had, or where the first one was, it was just another of their director's many, many secrets…).

When they arrived, Maria knocked on the door four times before glancing at him again and walked away. Percy was left alone as he heard the doors mechanical locks unlock and the door swing open.

There. Fury sat in all his glory behind the large desk. Multiple files spread around him and his assistant firing away at the keyboard as Fury was currently cursing up a shit storm.

''Well, don't just stand around, sit the fuck down so I can continue my job, boy,'' Fury groaned without looking up. Percy immediately lost his playful aura, knowing that this was serious business and quickly sat down on the chair. Glancing down, Percy saw just what the flies were. Agents. Female agents, and a list, oh so helpfully titled

'Possible partners for Jackson'

Almost like 14 names had been crossed and but he couldn't make out the next name because it had been circled so that it crossed some of the letters.

''No. It's some kind of a sick joke, Fury. I just got out of a partnership, and you told me I could go on solo missions after this!'' Percy slammed his fist down on the hard steel table in front of him, not even caring enough to recognize the fast moving pain up his arms. It was a clear moment of weakness, and he didn't like it at all, but he didn't really care right now. He felt the childish need to whine, but resisted. Director Fury did not like the last time he did that, not at all. ''Please, Director, please tell me you're joking.''

Nick Fury, also known as the current Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., sighed and looked into one of his top agents pleading eyes. They were already red, and if he concentrated, he could see the blood pump. He had just told Agent Jackson that despite the fact that he was promised a solo-agent status as soon as Agent Gomez's departure, that he would be taking on a new partnership.

''I am sorry, Agent Jackson, but not even I would joke about partners.'' The threat hung silently as he eyed the agents hands, still firmly pressed against his table. If you lay another hand on my table, motherfucker, I will smack you so hard you'll drop to level1.

Percy understood and immediately took away his hands, finally feeling the pain.

''Ouch..,'' he wrinkled his eyebrows together and looked at his red hands as if the pain had just appeared.

'' Agent, I suggest you go to the infirmary. And by suggest I mean for you to get yo get ya ass over there before I kick ya.'' Percy gave a small and nodded. He turned to walk out the door but just as he was about to open it, his director's voice made him stop. He didn't turn around, but took a deep breath to pull himself together as he nodded. '' Oh, and after you got your hand all fixed up, meet Agent Hill to get your new assignment and meet your new partner. You two will go on a mission together too… get to know each other, I can't deal with your moody teenage ass anymore. '' With that, Percy walked out.

The whole way to the infirmary, he was nursing his wounded hand closely to his chest, cursing and muttering under his breath. He knew he must've looked like he was ready to commit murder, because each and every agent went out of their way to stay out of his.

''Flora, I told you sweetie, I'm fine...''

''Oh boy, you' a' fa' from fine.''

''I feel fine.''

''Tha's cause ya wanna git outta hee', '' A smack was heard as the old nurse's hand came down on the back of his head.

''Ouch...'' Percy whined as he caressed his neck. '' Why'd you hit me, Flora! I am a good boy, never doing anything bad.''

'' Mmm-hmm , and Imma 25 year ole white girl with blon' hair and a rich daddy.''

''To me you are the most beautiful 56 year old woman,'' Smack! ''Ouch!''

Laughter filled the small room as Flora, Percy's favorite nurse/doctor made sure his hands weren't broken, just bruised. Flora had worked with S.H.I.E.L.D. for over 20 years, and had nursed more agents back to health than Percy could count on all his fingers and toes put together times four. She had treated him every time he got injured on a mission. As Flora looked at his hands, Percy started to think of his next mission. Would it be in the states? In Europe? Who was his new partner? Thoughts were swimming around in his head so much, he didn't even notice that Flora had already wrapped his both hands in bandage and popped a lollipop in his mouth. It was blueberry.

''There, no' you be good. No mo' slammin' people's heads in walls.''

After planting a big, sloppy kiss (that was a little blue thanks to the lollipop) on Flora's cheek he walked out to find Maria, rolling the lollipop around in his mouth.