Chapter 2

Location: New York City, New York

Date: 5/4/2012

Time: 08:29

Subject: Percy Jackson

Percy was walking to work when it happened, when the portal opened in the sky and aliens came flooding out of it. Most stared in shock, but not Percy, he was as used as you can get to the weird and unexpected. He leapt immediately into action, directing people into buildings and telling them to shut the blinds, get down on the floor and not to make a sound. They looked at him as if he was insane. And then the aliens began firing on the city. They listened. Percy, however, remained on the street, swinging his head back and forth, surveying his surroundings. He could see Iron Man in the sky, destroying alien ships as they came out of the portal. But he didn't stop the ones that were already hurtling towards New York City. Percy told himself to stay calm. He hadn't been in a fight for almost two years, he wasn't going to get into another now.

Without realising it, Percy had pulled Riptide from his pocket, and, still in pen form, was twirling it between his fingers. People were screaming in fear, sprinting for cover. But Percy only had one thought. He must protect his mother. He ran back the way he came, dodging blue laser beams even as the aliens fired at him.

He arrived at the building, saw his mother and Paul as they ran through the foyer towards the exit. Saw his mother place her hand on the handle of the glass doors to open them. Saw as the alien grenade hit the base of the building, watched as the rubble fell and buried his family, the only family he had left.

Percy sprinted to the ruins, tearing at the rubble with his fingers, not noticing as his nails ripped and tore, as his fingers bled. And then he found her. Sally's still warm body was clutched in his arms, her still leaking blood soaking his shirt, her dust-caked hands still clutching Pauls. Percy let out a guttural scream, the cry resonating outwards through the city. He wanted to cry, to let the emotion out. But he couldn't, he wouldn't, not until every single one of those alien bastards were cold and dead and he had soaked his arms elbow deep in their blood. Not until he had revenge. Percy swore a vow in that moment, swore it on the River Styx, he wouldn't stop fighting, not until every single alien was dead. Not until he had defeated the Chitauri.

Percy pulled out Riptide and looked toward the squadron of aliens that had destroyed the building. Someone was going to pay, and Percy knew just where to start.

Location: New York City, New York

Date: 5/4/2012

Time: 08:56

Subject: Steve Rogers – Captain America

Steve hung onto the ceiling of the quinjet as it plummeted towards the ground. Stark was fighting aliens, Thor was fighting Loki and currently they were crashing. It wasn't the best start to the battle. They hit the ground with a deafening crash, the floor of the jet falling open. The Captain grabbed his shield, he was going to need it.

"We've gotta get back up there." I called to Natasha and Clint as we ran out of the plane. We had to get to Stark tower. And that was when a Chitauri warship came flying out of the wormhole. We ducked for cover behind an abandoned taxi as destruction rained around us.

"We've got civilians trapped–" Clint said before being cut off by surprise. A squadron of Chitauri were approaching, their weapons ready to fire, when their was a disturbance at the back. A black-haired teen was whirling through the aliens, fighting with his bare hands, breaking their necks and tearing off their heads. Within seconds, he had eliminated eleven of the twelve approaching enemies. The remaining alien fired at him and he ducked into a roll, darting over the ground to dodge it. In a blur, the boy had kicked the alien's feet out from under it and was an inch away from the Chitauri soldier's face before his hand made a fist, and with a terrible cracking sound, he plunged his hand into the creature's chest, pulling out what Steve could only assume was the alien's heart. He tossed it aside, not seeming to notice his mangled and bleeding fist before turning his gaze on Steve, Natasha and Clint. They stared at him. His sea green eyes widened and he fired at us. The Captain prepared to duck away when a dead Chitauri soldier fell off the roof of a taxi and landed in front of them, its face smoking. The teenager had saved them.

The boy stared at them in what Steve could only assume was amusement, "What is this? Comicon? What are you wearing, dude?"

A group of aliens flew above them, a man decked out in green, black and gold armour accompanying them.

"Loki." Steve said lowly just as the teen sniggered, "Was that guy wearing antlers?"