Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Avengers, I just own whatever future OC's that may or may not pop up in the future.
Author's Note: When I started this story, I wanted to show the negative aspects of the Battle of New York. It was weird to me that Marvel didn't show some of the negative aspects to the Avengers. Anyway here is the story.
Stark Tower New York City.
Tony was trying to relax, key word being trying, he was trying to find something on TV other than himself and the Avengers. But it was hard. He then gave up however he did see something that did catch his eye. It was a headline he saw on his Ipad when he gave up trying to watch TV and tried goofing off on it. Then he saw it.
"Mysterious young adults fighting Aliens in armor"
It caught his eye. He clicked on the link and saw three young males fighting the Aliens in what looked like to be armor. He saw a boy with blond hair using a spear and using electricity, another was a boy with jet black hair using a sword and using water to confuse the Aliens, finally the third picture showed another black haired boy using a black sword creating small holes in the earth and swallowing the Aliens up.
"Jarvis enlarge these pictures and run a full spectrum analysis." He asked.
"Certainly sir."
As he was looking at the armour he noticed that they had some strange symbols on them. The blond haired boy's armour had the letters "SPQR."
"Jarvis zoom in on those letters and figure out the definition.
"Of course sir, the letters SPQR stand for Senatus PopulusQue Romanus, which was the motto of the Roman Empire, and it's Latin for The Senate and People of Rome."
Tony looked at the second picture and the bronze sword. Trying to look at the words written on it.
"Jarvis translate the word on the bronze sword for me." He asked again
"Anaklusmos, it is ancient Greek for Riptide, according to mythology it was also the name of the sword Hercules owned." Jarvis replied.
"Where have I heard that name before." Tony thought to himself, he then snapped his fingers and was just about to open up another file when the door opened. He looked up and saw that it was Natalia Romanoff and Clint Barton, aka The Black Widow and Hawkeye.
"Stark what are you doing?" Clint asked with a raised eyebrow looking at the files Tony had pulled up.
"Look at these articles." He said enlarging the image of young girl Rachel Elizabeth dare with the headline. "I nearly got stabbed with a sword at the Hoover Dam. Second there have been reports in Long Island of people walking through a strawberry field then they suddenly end up on a hill with their clothes starting to smolder, one person even found this scale." He point and the two agents looked to another article that had a picture of a palm sized golden scale. Its rounded edge glinted in the picture. They leaned in and squinted at the picture.
"What is that?" Barton asked.
"Jarvis care to scan the picture and elaborate on the scale?" Romanoff asked.
"Of course, it's a dragon scale. More importantly it's a Greek dragon scale there are some files on Greek dragons and the only real dragon that's mentioned is the one that guards the garden of the Hesperides. The Hesperides were nymphs, daughters of the god Atlas and keeper of the Golden Apples. Gift to Hera on her wedding day." The computer said.
"Send this to Fury Widow and I will go and interview some of the witnesses." Barton said as the two left.
"So ma'am tell us exactly what happened after you walked down into that field of strawberries." Barton inquired as he squirmed a little from within his self-entitled monkey suit.
"I already told the police this story, don't you guys have it on record?" asked the dark haired woman sitting on the couch in front of Dean. Her eyes were shifty, flickering from Natalia and Clint and back again.
"Yeah well you know how the local cops get when the government start poking their nose into their affairs, gets them really on edge, won't let us see a damn thing." Clint leaned forward and smiled in a somewhat charming manner at the witness.
A handsome smile usually got Clint what he wanted, and if not then a wink did the trick. Clint had what you would call a way with women. Heck Clint could probably charm the pants off of a rock if he tried hard enough. He had this rugged-but-sad look about him that just screamed 'I may look tough but really I just need a little love'.
The witness, a Ms. Alberden simply looked Clint up and down and smirked in a way that read your-cute-act-work-on-me. She crossed her arms over her chest, the grey cotton cloth wrinkling even more as she moved.
"I'm sorry what division of the FBI are you from?"
"The X-Files lady. Now are you going to answer our questions or not?" Clint snarled. Her wariness and endless avoidance of their questions were beginning to encroach upon his nerves.
"Ah what my partner means is that we don't mean to pry but we really need this information if we are ever going to be able to persecute the people who did the heinous thing to you." Natalia smiled and gave her signature smile as she did whenever Barton got testy with a witness.
Ms. Alberden looked at Natalia and sighed.
"Okay. I was taking a run on the Long Island Sound and I took a break. Like a rest stop on my run. I'm training for a marathon, a really long one. It's pretty strenuous since it involves a lot long straight paths but also it has a few hills. After I took my break I saw that there was this piece of flat land and then a massive hill in front of me and I decided to run that. Y'know good practice." She took a sip of coffee from a delicate bone china cup she had laid out beforehand.
"So I did run it and I ran down the hill into the strawberry fields I saw below the hills. And that's when I blacked out. One moment I was running in strawberry fields the next I was back on top of the hill and my running gear was burned off. I had burns on my arms and on my legs. That's what I told the police and that is all I remember."
Clint scribbled down notes as she talked, trying to take down every word she said. These notes may or may not come in handy later on when Natalia did her research.
"And do you remember seeing a large lizard or something you can explain? Like say for instance a dragon or maybe a nymph?" Natalia leaned in as she asked the question.
Alberden leaned back in her chair and squinted at Natalia.
"What kind of question is that? Do you…You think I'm crazy don't you?" the young (ish) woman in front of them gasped, realization flooding her eyes.
"What, no! No not at all. Ma'am these are just standard questions. We try and ask for every possibility however improbable." Clint assured her.
He however did think that she could possibly be a few gallons short of a tank of oil. Something about her just didn't sit right with him. Maybe it was the way her left eye didn't quite look at you but kind of around you that gave Clint the chills.
Soon their conversation began ending. Well it was more along the lines of Natalia just sat there awkwardly looking around the apartment, and the woman was getting less subtle about her hints telling them to leave. They got up and said their thanks and left the apartment.
"Well Natalia, where to next?" Clint asked as both of the brothers piled into their shield SUV.
"We have five more credible witnesses to see as well as the Rachel Elizabeth Dare girl and a." Natalia trailed off as he pulled out a sheet of paper from his back pocket.
"Mrs. Sally Jackson." Natalia read.
"Whoa whoa this is the first time I've heard of Sally Jackson. Who is she?" Clint looked at Natalia a frown gracing his face.
"She is a woman whose husband went missing mysteriously. This happened after her husband launched a nationwide attempt to find her son, his stepson Perseus Jackson. This Percy was accused of kidnapping his mother after their vacation went awry." Natalia read off of the short profile she made of Sally Jackson.
"Perseus? As in the Greek Hero Perseus? The one who faced the Gorgon Medusa and saved that chick from Poseidon?" Clint asked, his voice taking on an incredulous tone.
"Yeah yeah right, that's who the kid is named after." Natalia's voice trailed off, "How did you know that?"
"I watched Clash of the Titans. The old version not the new one. The new one sucks." Clint shrugged.
"Yeah okay, but the important thing here is that Sally made and sold a statue that had an uncanny likeness to her missing husband." Natalia gave Clint a weird look.
"Yeah so? The woman's an artist. What's so strange about that?"
"Her husband was reported missing after she made and sold that statue. She made a lot of money off of it Dean. I don't think it's a coincidence that her husband went missing after she made money off her statue."
"So what is your theory behind this Sally Jackson?" Clint turned down a lane and drove up to the next apartment building where their next witness lived. "Do these people not live in proper houses?"
"I don't know. I don't have one yet but this Sally Jackson doesn't sit well with me. Something about her is not quite right. It's like all of a sudden after her husband went missing she ran into a slew of good luck. It's too lucky to be a coincidence." Natalia looked out the window and up at the chrome colored building.
Natalia didn't like coincidences, especially when they were on a case like this. Dealing with gods were a tricky business. Thor and Loki were the perfect example. Nothing in Natalia's life was as it seemed and Natalia suspected that this woman, Sally Jackson wasn't as she seemed.
Natalia didn't know how both equally wrong and right he was. Sally wasn't what she seemed…but neither was her son.