Natasha's P.O.V.

"We've been asking around this town for days, Clint. They don't know a thing. It's a waste of our time," Natasha groaned.

Clint sighed hopelessly.

"Alright let's ask this one person over here and see if he knows anything."

I scoffed.

"He's a gas station worker, Clint."

"Well, that doesn't mean he couldn't have information."

I rolled my eyes and followed Clint into the place.

Apparently something powerful was here before. Fury assigned us to investigate it and I'm bored out of my mind. We're not detectives. We're assassins.

"Excuse me sir, I was wondering if you've seen anything unusual around here lately?" Clint asked.

The man looked at them in curiosity.

"Well..." The man's voice trails off. "Some army people arrived here with a women that was unconscious, but still screaming. It kinda freaked me out. The poor girl. I haven't heard what happened to her since. It's the most unusual thing this towns ever seen."

Clint smirked at me smugly.

"Don't even go there" I mumbled as we left the place.

"I'm not even there yet,"

Percy's P.O.V.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP

"Five more minutes!" I groaned, throwing the nearest thing at the beeping.

I missed it. Might as well get up. My eyes reluctantly open only to be met with white walls. This isn't my room and I wasn't in the military base. My eyes scan the room with confusion. How did I get in a hospital?

I gasped as it all came to me. The pain wasn't there anymore. If anything I felt better than I ever did. Energy seemed to pulse through me. It felt different. Something was wrong. What happened?

The door banged open, scaring the crap out of me. Two people came in. The red-headed women had a fierce kind of beauty. The other man had the same fierce look to him. Natasha Romanoff and Clint. Barton. Their names and history flashed through my mind. I stared at them in bewilderment. How is this possible?

"We have some questions for you," Clint said. "You're going to have to come with us."

I stared at them eerily. They both looked on edge.

"Sure," I said, keeping any emotion from my face or voice. What else could I do? They wouldn't of took no for an answer.

And that's how I found myself sitting awkwardly in what looked to be a cliche secret agent car. My ADHD was killing me, but I learned long ago how to control it to a degree. I still pondered over what the Fates said.

I wasn't clueless. The Fates obviously did something to me. Whether it was a blessing or something else. What made me angry was that they did it without my permission. I mean seriously! It's my body. I have rights or something like that. It's in the Constitution or something. I snorted. Like they'd follow those laws.

I'm pretty sure they just ruined my chances of continuing her military career. In fact I'm pretty sure they ruined my chance of having a normal life.

How can the Fates be so cruel, I thought sadly over the deaths of everybody. Again they ruin my life that I've made for myself.

I looked at the driver of the car, Clint Barton and the other assassin, Natasha Romanoff. It's kind of creepy how I know all their names and their past and some of their futures. I even know their real names. It must be the Fates doing. Maybe it's a one time thing? I somehow doubt it. Maybe there's a way to control it.

The car stopped and Clint started talking to a uniformed man and gave him what looked to be some kind of ID. The man pet them through quickly and we came across a kind of base thing. Black vehicles were dring around and people with black uniforms walked quickly to their destination.

Clint drove us to the building and parked there. They unlocked the doors and got out, watching me closely. I felt my face go blank leaving no emotion room show. I opened the door and and got out. Walking behind Clint and in front of Natasha. Which I'm sure they did on purpose. Sneaky assassins.

I made sure to make myself as intimidating as possible. My time with Lupa and her wolves taught me to show no weakness. People's past and futures rushed through my mind as they pass by me. It was overwhelming and made it harder to keep my mask up.

It was relief to get the door. Natasha suddenly snapped something on my wrists. It was so quick that I had little time to react. It was a pair of handcuffs. I was furious, but I made sure not to show it. The handcuffs were tight, the metal was cold, and altogether they were very uncomfortable.

Clint pushed me through the door to a cold place with only two hard metal chairs, a sturdy table, a mirror, and a security camera hidden cleverly behind a large pipe. It was a interrogation room.

I went to take a seat in a metal chair. I sat straight and still to keep up the facade. Though the need to fidget was strong. Instead I traced the cracks in the cement floor until I heard the door open.

It was a imposing black man in a trench coat that swished dramatically behind him. The dude was bald with a eyepatch covering. His name was Nicholas Joseph Fury or as he liked to be called Nick Fury. Or that's what my creepy powers told me. He had quite a past and has an interesting future. At least from what I saw.

Something told me that the facade wouldn't work too well on him. He seemed to perfer wit and sarcasm. Looks like I'm going to have to let the old Percy take over from here. Maybe even intimidate him with my knowledge. I plastered on a smirk, winking at the mirror, which I'm sure people are observing from it.

"Why hello, Nick. How's the day going?"

Nick's eye widened in suprise, but quickly regained his composure.

"We have some questions for you, Sargeant Jackson," he said.

"So I'm told"

"We want to know if you know something about the mysterious energy signatures that originate from the woods that you were just in."

Well doesn't he get to the point.

"I have no idea, Nicky. I was too busy screaming in pain," I said bluntly.

"Alright Jackson, we know that you are a super-powered being that is apparently very powerful."

Okay, so he means business. Maybe we can just leave it at super-powered being. I don't need a nosy agency getting into the demigod business.

"Alright, so what if I am? What are you going to do about it. I have rights. You can't legally keep me here forcefully. I did nothing wrong."

"Well, let's see." He took out a piece of paper. "Ah looks like you flooded a classroom and shot a cannon ball at a school bus. I'm not even going to get into all the other things you did in some schools. Then there's an article about a missing girl and her mother going missing either a mysterious kidnapper. Oh look here. You're spotted near the eruption of Mount Saint Helens and you were missing for a long period of time and you weren't even reported missing. Let's not even get into all the other crap that's on here."

Fury smiled smugly.

Did I really do that much. Wow, just wow.

"What can I say. Trouble follows me everywhere," I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Alright so we'll do this the hard way," Fury said.

I don't like the sound of that.

Three agents escorted me to another room. In the middle of the room was a cage hanging high above the ground. Yep, this does not look good.

"Hey, what the heck. I'm in the military. How can I be a criminal if I'm in there? Innocent until proven guilty!"

I was hoping the agents would think this was crazy too.

The cage lowered and I was pushed inside.

I knew what they wanted to do. They wanted to get desperate enough in here that I'd use my powers to save me from falling. Except even if I wanted to use my powers it wouldn't work. I have control over water not the sky! I'm going to be smashed into a Perceia pancake! I'm officially screwed.

I stared at the ground that was getting farther away as the cage was raised. I don't want to die like this! I was hoping to die honorably in the military not for some maniac dude that thinks I can bend the universe to my will!

To make it worse I saw a camera in the corner of the ceiling, recording the whole thing.

"Dudes, have fun explaining to my parents about how I died. I can imagine it now. I'm sorry to inform you, but your child has been smashed flat in attempt to-" I was cut off as the cage suddenly fell.

Stop! That's all I could think about. I used to want to die so I could meet Anthony, but now I just wanted to live. Yes, I need to live. I wish I was out of here.

I closed my eyes as the ground went ever closer. A wave of defiance went through me. I wasn't going to die here. I grabbed the bars and pulled. The bars bent with practically no effort and I burst out of the cage, wings flapping.

Wings! I don't have wings. Except I could hear them beating behind me. I looked down. Big mistake. Daughters of the sea are not meant to fly. The wings fold into my back and disappear. I plummet. This is just great. I need water.

I focused on getting the water from some pipes nearby. Which was quite difficult considering I'm falling to the ground. That tends to make you loose focus. The water breaks through the pipes and came at the bottom forming a small pool with nothing holding its shape.

Thank the gods this worked out. I thought as I was underwater. Now the only problem is that the agency saw that... and of course the wings. No idea where they came from. Maybe it was my imagination? Hah, fat chance!

The agents. I look up to see the people running up to me. They're here to capture you do you really want that? Remember what happened last time? I growled at them. Not again. Never again. Yes, you remember Tartarus don't you?

"No, never again!" I said, tears running down my face.

This was the monster I kept hidden through my emotionless facade. Ever since Tartarus, it's been there.

I kicked an agent in the stomach and ran. I sweep kicked another, effectively tripping him.

"Yep, nope. Move it. Excuse me. Sorry."

I was running through crowds of agents while using my water powers to find the exit. Until an agent managed to hit me with a dart.

"No! Not again, please," I yelled desperately before I gave into the urge to sleep.

FURY'S P.O.V.

I didn't know what to think. The woman was powerful. Her experience in the military only adds to it. We had to contain her. Just until we can determine if she's friend or foe.

Hopefully she's not another Loki. That'd be a problem. Especially since she doesn't have to get a Tesseract to be powerful.

Okay I have an excuse for being so late... I thought I updated it, but turns out I only updated on wattpad. Oops. So, comments?