Percy Jackson

Light pulsed red through his shuttered eyelids. Past his throbbing head, he was vaguely aware of the ground shuddering beneath him, like an earthquake. Voices echoed, growing louder, and something grabbed his shoulder.

"Geroffme!"

Percy lunged forward, still half-unconscious, tumbling to the floor entangled in unfamiliar limbs. Squinting past the unbearable light, he recognised Sam – and the memories of the RAFT came flooding back to him.

"Woah! Easy there!" The Avenger pulled him into a sitting position, "Are you alright?"

He blinked, "How long was I out?"

"A couple hours, we're over the Atlantic right now."

Over? He quickly realised that the ground was indeed trembling – though not from an earthquake as he'd first thought – he was inside a helicopter, being tossed around like a ragdoll by the unruly wind.

"Some storm this is!" Clint yelled from the pilot's seat, his brow furrowed with concentration as he fought to keep them on course, "It came out of nowhere!"

"It's my uncle," Percy muttered darkly.

"Your uncle?" An accented voice asked. A pretty girl with dark hair was watching him, her brow furrowed.

"Zeus," he answered, "You're that Scarlet Witch girl, right?" He'd heard of her – of course he had, she was crazy and powerful, and many demigods considered her a threat – but he hadn't expected her to look so… normal."

"Wanda Maximoff, nice to meet you."

"Woah, wait a minute," Clint turned around to stare at him and the helicopter juddered, "Zeus, as in the Greek god?"

"It's not that hard to believe," said Sam, "I mean, crazier things have happened. We've all met Thor."

"Exactly, how can two different mythologies exist at the same time?"

"It's complicated," Percy admitted, "but my dad is Poseidon, god of the sea, and my uncle Zeus doesn't like it when I fly. We should land as soon as possible."

Clint frowned, "Where? We're on the run now, remember?"

Percy looked out the window at the churning clouds and remembered his promise to Annabeth, "Long Island, New York," he answered confidently, "I know a safe place."

Steve Rogers

Outlawed Avengers Escape Custody.

From behind his aviators, Steve glared at the news broadcast in disbelief. He winced as his picture flashed across the screen – "Avengers leader Steve Rogers is still missing," – aware that every civilian in the Johannesburg coffee shop was now a potential enemy. He'd left Wakanda a few hours ago, leaving Bucky in stasis, with the intent of busting out his teammates – only to find they'd beaten him too it.

Across from him, Natasha tapped her nails impatiently on the hard oak of the table, her gaze intent on her laptop, "There's nothing here on where they were being held," she said, her voice low so as not to attract attention. She twirled a piece of hair – now bleached blonde – around her finger, thinking.

"I'll try Sam again," Steve reached for his phone and dialled the number. It rang once, twice, then the line crackled and Sam's distorted voice came through.

"Steve?" he yelled. In the background, he could hear lashing rain and the deep rumble of thunder, "Do you copy?"

"I copy," Steve ducked his head and gave Natasha a thumbs up, "Is everyone okay?"

"We're okay. We're heading to Long Island – we can meet you there."

"New York? Are you crazy?" he hissed, "Tony's upstate – if he hears you're nearby…"

"He won't," Sam assured him, "We have a safehouse."

"A safehouse? Where?"

"Camp Half-Blood," said a new voice.

Steve was instantly alert, "Who are you? What's Camp Half-Blood?"

"Percy Jackson. I'll explain everything but right now you have to listen – look for Delphi's strawberry farm. When you arrive, you'll be scouted out almost immediately – tell them I sent you.."

Sam's voice came back, "Percy's a friend. We think the government's after his kind too."

"His kind?"

"Yeah, he's a demigod-" Sam's voice cut out. Steve blinked at the screen; No signal. What did Sam mean, demigod? Like Thor or Loki?

"What did he say?" Natasha asked, "Where are we meeting?"

"New York," Steve said, "We're going home," Natasha opened her mouth to argue, "There's more."

"What?" she demanded. Steve looked up, meeting her astonished gaze.

"He says he's met a demigod."

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