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Percy blearily opened an eye to the incredibly loud alarm noise coming from his phone. Groaning he simply twisted himself forward to roll off the low bed to reach the blaring device. Swiping his fingers along the flashing green bar on the screen to turn off the alarm, he let out an incredible yawn.

Suddenly the phone in his hand rang again, this time vibrating along with the Under the Sea ringtone that Leo had set for him. Sighing, he brought the thing to his ear after tapping on the receive button.

"Boss?" Percy rasped. "It's like, the middle of the night, what the heck?"

Percy could hear irritated growls coming through the line from his boss. "Perseus Jackson, I have called to inform you that it is in fact 2 PM and if you don't make it to the base in 20 minutes I am hacking your paycheck in to two, do I make myself clear, Agent? Not to mention you have 15 minutes until that meeting with the Council I told you about yesterday."

Percy stopped functioning for about 5 seconds before he ran a hand over his face, "Oh my gods."

The sound of Fury pursing his lips could nearly be audible through the phone.

"Oh my gods." Percy crawled out of his bed sheets and stood up, eyes widening so much that it was comical, "I didn't do my laundry."

"What the hell?"

"I didn't wash the dishes and I didn't clean the house." Percy dashed to the closet and dug through what little clothes he had, tossing rejected shirts and underwear over his shoulders as he searched for something even a little presentable, "Nick, I don't have any clothes. I also have to pay the rent. Oh no the bills!"

"We have uniforms, Jackson." Fury was starting to wonder why he was still on the phone with his deranged agent.

"Oh. I forgot." Percy leaped over the piles of clothes on the floor and dodged the stacks the stacks of stray documents and books scattered all around the floor of his condo. Somersaulting onto the couch where he tucked the phone in between his shoulder and his ear, he used his hands to keep balance as he stuck out a foot to hook his crumpled uniform over it, and kicked it up to catch it between his fingers, "Uh, what do I need for the meeting?"

Fury let loose a guttural noise that was somewhere in between a groan and a sigh, "You need your phone, your uniform, the transmitter gear, your sword, and the folder with your report of the latest mission you were assigned."

"Aha. Thanks, Nick, you're a life saver." Percy had slipped into the uniform and was tugging on the fingerless gloves he wore for work, "I'll see you there, boss, in about, uh, 10 minutes. Adios."

"You better be on time, Jackson. Your monthly income is on the line."

Percy ended the call as he snagged the Bluetooth and extra transmitter gear from his kitchen countertop, pocketing his phone and sliding a battered manila folder off an equally battered sofa.

"Well, s'bout time to get going ain't it?" Percy breathed out, and recoiled violently, "Ugh, is that my breath? That's nasty. Better take my toothbrush."

And so after stuffing a small tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush into his back pocket, he brushed himself off with a grin. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now taking off on flight 123, please fasten your seat belts, check the safety procedures, and enjoy the ride. Thank you for joining us at Jackson Airlines. Take off in 3. 2—"

Percy vanished in whirl of vapor from his house, leaving a few loose papers flapping in the air, before flashing into a clean public bathroom within the New York SHIELD base.

"—1."

Quickly, he squeezed out half an inch of Colgate's onto his worn toothbrush and brushed furiously, spitting out foam without seeing blood, in record time. Drying his brush with a bat of his eyelids, he splashed water onto his grimy face and used the bar of soap to refresh himself, once again not having to bother with a towel or even lotion. Perks of being the son of the sea god.

It's a good life, he thought, as he made his way to his boss' office, whistling as he did so.

Percy trotted up to the heavily reinforced doors to the renowned Nick Fury, with one of his infamous grin plastered on his face. He laid his palm flat against the scanner on the door and slipped through the entrance even before the doors had finished sliding all the way open.

"Nick! Am I early?" Percy ran a hand through his hair.

"As if. When are you ever early, Percy?" Fury gave him the most deadpan eyes in the world.

"Don't give me those dead-fish eyes, Nick, it could make any lesser agent cry." Percy told him, tossing the manila folder at his boss, "Here, the infiltration and interception of the Heinz group, though why they would name themselves after ketchup, I never managed to find out."

Fury rolled his eyes at the agent, much too used to the other to be annoyed or exasperated at him anymore, "Well then, you have 2 minutes until the start of your meeting with the Council, take a damn shower with your super powers, you reek."

"Yessir. One super power shower comin' up. Would you like some fries with that?" Percy snickered before trotting off to take the shower when Nick shooed him away with an exasperated flap of his hand.

Nick rolled his eyes again, cracking a small grin at the retreating figure of one of his best agents.

Pressing a finger to the dial of his high-tech phone—courtesy of the technology department—he spoke into the speaker, "Agent Hill, I need you to find what you can on Agent Jackson's life before being recruited and how he was recruited without my immediate knowledge of the event."

The head of SHIELD sighed after the brief call and leaned back in his chair. That agent was a mystery among mysteries, and Fury knew what he was talking about when he's talking enigmas, but still he'd unknowingly let the boy worm into his heart. An incredibly dangerous mistake for a person of his standing in such an organization, but he decided he liked him.

And as he got closer he had noticed something. Percy was one of a kind.

To be clear, he was one of the Avengers' kind.