A/N: Chapter four! Percy and Travis clash with Tony and Vision in the cemetery. This single day of story time has gone on four chapters, so I hope I can finally skip a little time soon.

Also, SorrowfulDeity pointed out a hilarious typo that I ended up fixing. Travis told Vision he was the guy who was going to "kiss" his ass if he didn't leave them alone. I meant kick, but kiss made it a whole lot funnier.

Anyway, here comes some action, people.

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Chapter Four

-X-

New York City

Ironman launched himself at Percy at the same time Vision fired a yellow beam of energy from the strange gem on his forehead at Travis. Percy sidestepped the Avenger, bringing down Anaklusmos down as he soared by. He had intended to hit one of Ironman's boots to see if he could disable the thrusters; Percy was so sure the suit was weak enough to allow Anaklusmos to dig right through.

Oh, it dug through all right. In fact, the blade dug so far through Ironman's boot that it passed straight through his body. Ironman continued on his path before making an abrupt U-turn, leveling one of his gauntlets at Percy's body.

He was such an idiot. Celestial bronze couldn't hurt mortals.

Travis must have made the same discovery, for he was sent flying past Percy and onto the earth, a large hole singed through the front of his jacket and shirt; Vision's beam was so hot that some of Travis's skin on his chest had turned red from minor burns. The son of Hermes gave him a look to see if Percy had realized that they were fucked.

Oh, he'd definitely noticed.

Ironman fired from his gauntlets, and Percy narrowly sidestepped as the beam shattered a gravestone behind him. Luckily, it wasn't Annabeth's, but that suddenly made him more aware of where they were fighting. They were in a cemetery, and Percy really didn't want to disturb the dead—including Annabeth.

But that thought went out the window as soon as Ironman was suddenly upon him again. The Avenger grabbed him, attempting to restrain him, but Percy ducked his head out of the headlock before slamming his foot back into Ironman's shin.

It probably didn't hurt him, but the force was enough to make Ironman step back, allowing him to be off balance enough for Percy to spin and slam his elbow into the mask. Ironman grunted, surprised by the sudden physicality, at the same time Percy hissed in pain as he gripped his elbow. That suit was sturdy.

He heard sounds of Vision's beam firing and Travis letting out a battle cry, but he didn't dare to take his eyes off Ironman. He hoped Travis was holding his own because Percy was struggling without the availability of Anaklusmos.

Water. He needed water fast. But was it worth revealing his powers to these people? Surely it would only strengthen their resolve to catch him once they realized he wasn't normal. The Mist was no longer powerful enough to conceal things that shouldn't be seen.

Percy's question was answered as a powerful, metal punch hit him in the stomach. The air was sucked from his lungs, forcing him to gasp for breath and lean over. Ironman thought it was enough to incapacitate Percy, so he was completely unprepared as Percy stretched out his hand towards the Avenger.

Percy could feel the water everywhere—he could feel it in the air, in the sewers thirty yards to his left, and even in the bodies of the people around him. He felt the sharp tug in his stomach as the sewer water bent to his will, exploding from a manhole outside of the cemetery and shooting into the sky in a murky column.

Ironman's attention shifted from Percy to the massive funnel of water, realizing that Percy was controlling it.

"Oh, shit," Ironman muttered just before Percy slammed him with the water, sending him spiraling back into the earth. His suit was covered in filth, and Percy could see the blue light in the center of his chest flashing in a panicky fashion. The son of Poseidon pulled the water back behind him, allowing it to form a wave that held its form patiently.

Travis was running circles around Vision. Percy knew that Hermes was the god of speed, but he had never seen someone move so quickly. Travis was a blur, dancing around Vision's beams as if they were moving in slow motion. His weapon was gone; Percy assumed he had figured out it didn't work. Instead, he was employing his skills of evasion and swiftness, alternating between dodging and landing quick punches on Vision, who was beginning to look frustrated.

Needless to say, Vision was no more prepared for the water than Ironman. Percy spread his arms and pulled them back as far as he could before pushing them forward as fast as he could, watching with satisfaction as the sewer water swamped Vision from behind, sending him careening into the iron gate surrounded the cemetery. He broke through the gate easily before finally striking the center of a parked car. Glass shattered and metal bent on impact, and after a couple seconds the car alarm began to go off.

Travis nodded at him. "We need to get the hell out of here."

That was stating the obvious. They both turned for the entrance, but a black boot hit Travis's face so roughly that he was unconscious before he hit the ground. Percy ducked under a punch from the assailant: a slender woman with fiery red hair. She wore a tight black jumpsuit that was covered in gadgets and weapons.

She threw another punch at him, but Percy slapped it away before bringing his leg into her side. She grunted, but she grabbed his leg and pulled, bringing Percy to the ground. She straddled him, landing a hit against his jaw, but Percy kicked up with his feet, throwing the woman over his head and onto her back. They both stood, but Percy was quicker as he sent a rocketing punch into her gut. She bent over in pain, and moved directly into the path of Percy's incoming kneecap. He head snapped back with a cracking noise, blood pouring from her nose.

Percy thought she would be out after that, but she spun gracefully and lashed out with her foot, catching him in the side of the head with a roundhouse kick that send him falling into a tombstone headfirst. Warm blood soaked his face from a cut he couldn't see, and he felt like passing out right there on the grass.

The hairs on his neck tingled.

Percy rolled out of the way just as the woman fired her Taser. The pins struck the tombstone, sending pulses of electricity into the marble. The tug in his gut pulled again as the air around the woman suddenly condensed into water that immediately crushed her into the ground before sweeping her into the fence around the cemetery.

Percy stood. His body ached. His legs wobbled, and his vision spun and blurred. He was overexerting himself, and he knew it. They were tiring him out.

Percy heard a yell from behind him. He turned just in time to get tackled by Ironman, who seemed to have recovered from Percy's water tricks. Ironman slammed him into the ground, sitting on his chest. Percy felt the earth bend to his will as a chunk of grass and dirt shot from the ground, smashing against Ironman's head. Percy threw him off and stood, but a scorching yellow beam hit him in the shoulder. He stumbled back, stunned from Vision's shot, before the woman kicked his knee inward, forcing him to kneel just as she brought her head forward in a powerful head-butt that made Percy feel like his skull had been cracked.

The last thing he saw was the trio of Avengers standing around him, soaked in water, and Travis lying still on the wet, cemetery grass. Then, after receiving one last punch from the woman, spots danced across his vision before darkness consumed him.

-X-

New York City

Travis's head pounded with pain as his eyes slowly slid open. The headache was like a jackhammer drilling against concrete, forcing Travis to groan with pain and roll onto his side. Why did his head hurt so badly?

Then, it all came back to him.

Travis jerked upright, adrenaline flooding into his veins as he realized he was trapped inside a glass box.

Yes, that's right: a giant, cubical, glass box. The holding cell had glass as thick as monster truck tires that connected at the corners to a strong beam of metal. The glass was reflective and dark, not allowing Travis to see through to the other side.

He was sitting on a bed in the corner. Besides the bed, the only other furniture in the cube was a small table with two metal chairs tucked neatly underneath it. It was silent in the cube other than Travis's panicked breathing.

It was then that he noticed that he was missing his old clothes, including his watch, and wore a simple white shirt and grey sweatpants instead. However, the disturbing thought that someone had changed his clothes for him melted away as his hands moved instinctively to his neck.

His camp necklace was gone.

Fury boiled in the pit of Travis's stomach. That necklace meant a lot to him, especially after threading Connor's beads onto his own. He didn't tell anyone he had done it, and no one noticed besides Katie that he had more beads than years he had been at camp. The others either didn't bother counting, or they noticed and didn't say anything. Travis didn't know why he did it, but maybe it was a way to carry a little bit of Connor with him. It was like his twin was experiencing everything Travis was, just how they would be if he were still alive.

Travis stood, his face twisting into a scowl.

"Hey! Let me out of here! What the hell is this place?"

Travis's attention turned to the single door in the room. It was wide and tall, made of shiny metal. However, there was no doorknob. Travis yelled at the top of his lungs, slamming his fists against the door, the walls, and anything he could find.

"Please quiet down, Mr. Stoll."

Travis whirled, his heart thrashing in his chest as he searched for the source of the voice. The voice seemed to realize his confusion.

"Up here," it said, "in the corner above the bed. It's a speaker. My name is Tony Stark; you may have heard of me?"

"Ironman," Travis replied bitterly, "I know who you are. Let me out of this place; I've done nothing wrong."

"Not that we know of," Stark pointed out, "but we do know that you ran faster than humanly possible. So I'm sure you can understand why we are little curious how you can do that."

Travis remained silent.

"Travis," Stark said, "can I call you Travis? This can all be over quickly if you just cooperate with us. Tell us how you can run like that, and we'll let you out."

Travis laughed mirthlessly. "Yeah, right. Good one."

The son of Hermes flinched as the glass around him flashed and clicked suddenly, allowing the walls to become translucent. As the darkness faded, Travis could now see around him. Percy was sitting on the floor of the cell next to him, his back against one of the glass walls.

They had an audience.

A tall man with wild dark hair and an almost egotistical smile plastered on his face was sitting in a chair, his mouth just by a small microphone. This was Tony Stark—Ironman. An African American man with some sort of metal mechanisms spiraling around his legs was James Rhodes, also known as War Machine. The red-haired woman who had knocked him unconscious sat beside him: Black Widow. A man with skin as red as a cherry sat on the other side of Stark. A gleaming yellow gem rested in the center of his forehead, seeming to emanate power. This was the synthetic being known as Vision.

Many other men dotted the room behind them, but he only recognized one more: the secretary of state. Thaddeus Ross was a wiry man with dark hair that seemed to have been fused with a sickly grey color, giving his hair an almost silver hue. A dark mustache almost blended with his stubbly beard, giving him a rough look. He wore a full, pressed, navy suit, and held a clipboard in his hand as he watched Travis and Percy interestedly.

Percy turned to Travis, and seemed to be speaking, but Travis could not hear anything he was saying.
"The cells are soundproof, boys," Stark informed them, "so it's no use. But I will broadcast to each cell so neither of you are left out of the loop."

Travis saw Percy's eyes turn to the speaker as Stark spoke, but the emerald orbs flitted back to the son of Hermes quickly after. He gave Travis a meaningful nod, before making a three-fingered claw, tracing it across his chest, and pushing outwards.

The message was clear: keep away any evils. Percy wanted Travis to be resilient and withholding when the Avengers began asking more intricate questions—something that they both knew was inevitable. Any information they disclosed could endanger those at the camps, or any demigods roaming outside the borders of either one.

The observers looked perplexed, but Stark did not comment on the gesture. Instead, he cleared his throat.

"Travis, this can be so easy if you just help us out. How'd you get that kind of ability? I met someone like you once—a speedster. He was an experiment: a lab rat. Is that what you are too?"

"Go to Tartarus," Travis snapped quickly.

Stark's eyebrows rose. "Interesting word choice. You see, any normal person would have said 'go to hell.' But you used a word that is commonplace in Greek mythology in sections pertaining to the underworld. Isn't that funny?"

Travis's blood froze as he realized his mistake. He'd become so used to the Greek lingo from his time at camp that he used it without thinking anymore. And in situations like this, that could mean the difference between life and death, or enlightenment and ignorance for his captors.

Travis discreetly glanced at Percy so he wouldn't look like he was panicking. If Travis looked nervous, they'd think they were travelling down the right path of thought. Percy kept a stony expression, but Travis could see the alarm swirling around in his sea-green eyes as he stared emotionlessly back at the observers.

Stark seemed smug, and that made Travis really want to hit him.

"You know, that monster you killed was Greek also, Perseus. And actually, so is your name. Did you know," Stark glanced down at his watch to read from a display, "that Perseus was a son of Zeus in mythology that beheaded Medusa and saved a woman named Andromeda from a sea monster? I just think it's a little too coincidental that everything involving you two happens to be Greek."

Dread gnawed at the inside of Travis's stomach. They were too close. He and Percy had front row seats to watch their world be discovered by people who wouldn't show them kindness or mercy. Just imagining Katie being pricked and tested on in some government lab made his eyes burn with angry tears that threatened to spill. He turned at an angle so no one could see them.

"So, are either of you going to explain further? Or do you want to sit here all night while we guess? Because we have all the time in the world. Do you?"

-X-

New York City

Percy felt his hands clench into fists, but he kept his voice level and calm.

"We can't do that. You're wasting your time."

Stark, strangely enough, looked antsy. He nonchalantly glanced back at Thaddeus Ross, who looked thoroughly agitated. Ross rose from his chair.

"Now we're doing it my way," Ross said, but he was so far away from the microphone that it almost sounded like a whisper.

"No, no, give me—" Stark responded, covering the microphone with his hand. For a moment, the cells were filled with the chafing noise of Stark's hand against the microphone. Stark and Ross talked animatedly, but Percy could hear none of it over the noise of Stark's hand shifting. Black Widow said something, sitting up in her chair. Rhodes shot her an incredulous look, before waving his hands at Percy and Travis before turning to Ross. Rhodes attempted to stand up, but the sudden movement almost caused him to fall over if Stark hadn't caught him. That action, however, forced Stark to move his hand away from the microphone.

"—are both over eighteen, and pose a direct threat to the civilian population," Ross was saying. "If Bucky was in here, Tony, you'd agree with me. They are just as, if not more, dangerous as he is. I gave you your chance, but that's all I can do. This is my show now. Gas them."

"Gas them?" Percy repeated. His attention was drawn to the ceiling as an audible hiss suddenly filled the cell. Realization crossed his face as a pale, yellow gas began to trickle into his cell.

"No!" Percy yelled, slamming his fists on the glass, looking at the Avengers, "let us out! Don't do this!"
Percy began to feel dizzy as more gas flooded the cell. Some of the observers looked remorseful, while others simply watched impassively or, in some cases, eagerly. His vision blurred, and his lungs began to burn. Coughs racked his body as he fell to his knees. He tried to call out to the observers again, but he could not form any words due to the violent, choking coughs.

Travis was already on his side.

The gas stung Percy's eyes, forcing him to blink rapidly. He wheezed as oxygen was robbed from him before finally tipping over onto his side, where his vision darkened once more.

-X-

New York City

Tony watched as Ross's men moved into the cell's picking up each boy. Soldiers poured into Avenger's tower, outfitted in full, camouflage body armor and armed with assault rifles.

"Ross," Tony called, "this is wrong."

Ross stopped his conversation he was having with a soldier to turn to Tony. He sighed, before approaching Tony. Ross looked triumphant—like he took pride in what was about to be done. He clapped a hand against Tony's back.

"Perhaps," Ross conceded, "but it is something that has to be done. I gave them a fair chance to come clean. Obviously, that didn't work."

"I know what you'll do to them. You can't torture two nineteen years old, Ross. That isn't how we operate," Tony pleaded.

"Isn't how who operates? The Avengers?" Ross inquired. "Take a look around, Stark. The Avengers are gone. What we have here is the Sokovian Accords Enforcement Team, and I'm going to do everything in my power to learn about these kids, figure out how they got their powers, and then make sure they aren't threats. If they want to sign the accords afterward, then I'll let them. If not . . ."

Ross trailed off. He started to leave, but he stopped before turning back around.

"And Stark," he continued, "stay out of my way."

With that, Ross breezed through the room and out the door, following by multiple soldiers and two teenagers who were about to get thrown into an inescapable situation. Tony's body was tight with energy as he stared after them. His hands twitched at his side, and he suddenly felt like throwing Ross out the window and to the New York City streets fifty-seven floors down.

"I can't believe you agreed with him," Rhodes growled.

Tony turned back to the group. Rhodes was glaring accusingly at Natasha, who looked unperturbed by Rhodes's disgust.

"I just said I understand why Ross is doing it. I don't like him or what he's going to do, but I do believe it is necessary. Tony, Vision, you two saw them. The way that one kid controlled water . . .it was terrifying. What if he decided one day he wanted to control a tsunami or an earthquake? What if it obliterated houses and killed hundreds or thousands of people? And what if the fast one decided one day he hated the world and sprinted at the speed of light into silo or a government building to find nuclear launch codes or sensitive intelligence? How would you stop two people like that?" Natasha demanded, rising from her chair.

"And what if they don't?" Tony argued. "What if Travis helps save people like Pietro did? He shielded Barton from bullets, Nat. Doesn't that mean something to you? What if Travis one day decides to save someone in the same way? And what if Percy uses his powers to stop a tsunami? Or to put out a fire that's going to kill dozens of people?"

The room was quiet for several moments. Natasha stared coldly at Tony, who did not shrink under her intimidating gaze.

"Both of your arguments are based on pure speculation," Vision noted. "There is no way to know either boy's nature or morality without actually getting to know them, which does not seem like a plausible strategy at the moment. But I am naturally inclined to do what guarantees the most safety for the human race, and, honestly, it is more likely than not that these boys show either greedy or narcissistic traits, like most humans. And with powers like those, Natasha is right; they could do whatever they wanted unless they are kept in check by the accords and the secretary of state."

Tony's fury towards Vision bubbled over finally, and he was unable to stop himself as he practically screamed at his team member.

"I wonder what Wanda would think of that answer? I bet you are too, since you always seem to be thinking about her, especially when you decide to shoot Rhodes out of the sky!"

"Tony!" Rhodes hissed indignantly, stunned by the audacity of Tony bringing that up in this way. Tony ignored him. Natasha put her face in her hands as she took her seat again.

"Wanda is just like those two," Tony exclaimed, "They are both kids with powers that they probably didn't ask for. You don't assume Wanda is a greedy or narcissistic person, so why do you get to judge their character?"

Vision seemed agitated, but remained calm. "I was simply reasoning based on percentages and the predictability of the human—"

"You act like you know so much about them—humans," Tony continued, hate and anger flooding his mind, "but you aren't one. You are not one of us."

Tony's last sentence was slow and emphasized. Vision was quiet, his eyes staring straight through Tony's forehead. Then, the red, synthetic being moved slowly as he left the room, not addressing Tony's sudden outrage. Rhodes looked disappointed, but did not leave. Natasha finally took her face from her hands before flashing Tony a sickly, fake smile.

"Did that make you feel better, Tony?"

She stood, smoothing out the ruffles of her jacket, and left as well. Tony and Rhodes were now the only ones left inside the room. Tony plopped down, suddenly feeling drained. He rubbed his temples with his hands, listening as Rhodes clumsily sat back down in his chair.

"That was uncalled for," Rhodes stated finally.

"But true," Tony retorted.

"Maybe, but you shouldn't have taken your anger out on Vision. Ross is the one who makes the decisions around here now, despite who agrees or disagrees with him. And besides, he had a point about Bucky. If it were him in that cell, you'd have no qualms about him being tortured if it meant getting information." Rhodes pointed out.

Tony frowned. "Those kids aren't brainwashed super assassins. They are barely even legal adults."

"It doesn't change the fact that they are very dangerous, Tony. But I agree with you; torturing them doesn't sit right with me. So if you really feel bad about this, then let's do something about it."

Tony looked up, surprised by the sudden approval from Rhodes. The dark-skinned shot him a confident smile.

"War Machine is done sitting around."

-X-

A/N: Wow. That was such a fun chapter to watch. Travis and Percy get overwhelmed since their weapons don't work and they are outnumbered. Some harmless questioning isn't enough to satisfy Ross, who is now going to resort to more violent methods. And finally, Tony loses it on Vision. His freak out was long over due because I'd been building it up in just about every chapter.

Tony seems to be having second thoughts on the accords. If he truly agreed with them, then he wouldn't be making such a fuss about two strangers being tortured. He's beginning to see things like Cap does.

I hope ya'll liked the action and arguments! I really enjoy writing dialogue because I feel that I'm good at arguing with myself. That really helps when writing for two characters with opposing views. I just pick out flaws in each one and bring it up.

Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Please leave a review!