There is something seriously wrong with Fury, Percy thought as he stared his new partner in the eyes. Her cold light green eyes had been sweeping his whole body since they met, trying to figure out every single truth about him by only looking at him. He had done the same, but she was even more … less than Maria. Her dark red hair was in a beautiful hair-do that would make Aphrodite jealous and not even a mark on her perfect skin. She was beautiful, yes, but he could see that she could break his neck without much effort. She was about a head and a half shorter than his 6'1, and Percy could see that she was level5 on the keycard strapped to her catlike suit. Natasha Romanoff, 24 , level5.

Suddenly she – Natasha – smiled a surprisingly warm smile and reached her hand out. The cold in her eyes was replaced by a warm green, a little lighter than his own, and her whole pose changed from ready-2-fight to welcome-home-from-xmas. He mentally smelt gingerbread cookies.

''Natasha Romanov, aka The Black Widow.'' Percy smiled back, finally relaxing his stiff posture and took her small hand in his own. Oh yes, he knew who she was. One of Coulson's other adopted agents. Even though Coulson was responsible for both of them (as their handler), they had never actually met each other. You usually only meet agents from your own level or the levels over you. And as level6 was almost as high as level8 (with Fury, Hill, Coulson and a few other Handlers), Percy only socialized with level6 agents and a few level7.

''Perseus Jackson, aka Phosphor,'' he said as he shook Natasha's hand. ''It would seem that you and I are requested for a mission. You know,'' insert sarcasm ''to build our trust and get to know each other.''

''Indeed,'' Natasha smirked. ''Let's go find out more, shall we?''

Even though he was, or had been a son of Poseidon and had a slight fear of flying, Percy couldn't help but agree on that the Bird S.H.I.E.L.D. had given them for the task was, not finding better words, amazingly awesome. It was all black and not very big, but inside were all things they might need. Weapons, fake ID's, clothes, jackets, money (dollar, euro etc) and comm's.

Natasha had taken the pilot seat, and kept her eyes up front. Not a single word had been muttered since they boarded the plane so Percy decided that it was time to actually get to know the deadly assassin. With a deep breath and some encouraging words said in his head, he sat beside her in the second pilot chair.

'' Lovely weather we're having…'' Really?! Years of freaking training on how to stay alive in deadly situation, and how to turn the interrogation around and you start with weather-talk!? Percy's mind screamed at him. Calm down, he replied before realizing he was having a conversation with himself in his head. Just when he thought Natasha was going to keep ignoring him, he went to rise from the chair but she let out a small chuckle.

''Really? The weather? '' Natasha Romanov did not fucking giggle. She did however chuckle,as if he was a clown, and in a way he did not understand, that hurt his pride. It was a weird feeling, somehow he felt the need to make her proud of him, a feeling he had only ever felt that towards his 'father', Coulson and his mother. He quickly shook his head and tried to come up with something to say.

'' Well, it really is sunny, isn't it? '' No. '' Ehm... so… what do you think of the mission? '' Nice save, a voice (his inner voice) whispered to himself. Thank You, he said proudly. A proud smirk could be found on his lips before he once again realized he might be going crazy. Smirk out.

''It's a quick find-grab-escape mission. Nothing special,'' she stated before glancing at the clock. ''You should get some sleep. I'll wake you up in a few hours so we can switch.''

He went to get some sleep thinking about what she said. Yeah, a quick snatch-and-escape...

No one of them knew how wrong her words had been.

Camp Half-Blood, Big House

''But, Chiron, we need to find him!'' A pettish voice whined. The owner of this very whiny voice was no one else but a certain daughter of Athena, Annabeth Chase. Her Blond hair fell in locks around her face creating a sort of halo and her stormy grey eyes seemed endless with knowledge, her athletic, but still very womanly body seemed to shake with the tears that fell from her eyes. Clad in the regular orange Camp t-shirt and a pair of high waist jeans shorts, the 34 year old still looked like a beautiful angel who just fell from heavens most pure palace.

Chiron sighed and put his hands on the shaking girl's shoulders and frowned.

''Child, the gods have forbidden any search-parties going out. He have been branded, we cannot search for him. This is out of my power, I have no say in the gods decision.'' You could hear the hurt in the man, err, centaurs voice. The man they were speaking of had been one of the few heroes that had really settled in the deepest place of the centaur's heart. Sure, every hero that came to him, or even the ones who turned dark, had been deeply loved by him, but this man, this hero, could have been his own son. Annabeth was just about to say something when a knock was heard from the door. Chiron cleared his throat and called a ''Come in.''

The door opened to show Henry McMillan, a son of Hermes. He gave a shy smile (that did not fit with his mischievous blue eyes) and looked straight at Chiron (ignoring a now fuming Annabeth) before opening his mouth. ''There's some people here to see you. They sound weird.'' Chiron nodded before turning to Annabeth who had begun to pick something from under her nails.

''We shall continue this conversation later, child,'' he muttered before following Henry to meet the weird sounding people.

Budapest

The sound of a gun being fired, well it was about ten guns, was heard in the night as the two agents ran for their lives. Running in a zig-zag motion was the only thing stopping the bullets from piercing them. Natasha grabbed her gun and dove under a truck before quickly killing three of the gun-shooters. Percy, however, ran for dear life, which was not that easy seeing as he had a knocked-out fat man on his shoulders.

''Widow, meet at the place!'' He yelled out before willing his legs to work faster. He could feel the man on his back start to wake up and gave a whined sound.

''Ten minutes!'' he heard her yell back and his eyes widened. Suddenly he stopped and threw the man down on the ground, making the half-conscious man once again unconscious. He turned around and in a second he had two guns in his hands. He aimed and fired both until he was out of ammo. With the help of Natasha, the bad guys had all been hit and were either dead or on brink of death. Natasha crawled out from under the now burning car and was just out of 'get-fried-zone' when the car exploded, sending them both to the ground from the blast.

Not thinking, Percy leaped up and ran towards the red-head. He carried her up bridal-style and winced when he felt her weight down on his broken hand, but he ignored the pain and slowly walked to one of the few undamaged cars. He broke the passenger window and opened the door, shifting her body he did his best to remove all the broken glass from the seat before placing his unconscious partner on it. He strapped her with the belt and reached over too opened the driver's door. He slowly walked over to where he had dropped the fat man he and Widow had been tasked to 'kidnap' and picked him up. He almost dropped his when he felt the fat man's weight on his sore wrist. He shifted the man so that he rested on his bruised shoulder.

''What do you eat, man?'' he huffed and walked to the car. Dumping him in the trunk, and starting the car after some magic under the hood, Percy began the long drive to the plane.

It didn't take long for Natasha to wake up, only about seven minutes. ''What happened?''

Percy explained how the car had exploded and she had lost consciousness and the fat man in the trunk. She groaned when the mission came back to her.

''Let's not tell anyone of the fail, shall we?'' he suggested. She nodded and sat back in a comfortable position.

''Yes, let's not let anyone know about Budapest.''