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All POV, Stark Tower

(This means they will all have that "Harry Potter" style of first-person, so- yeah. It'll be a bit confusing, but bear with me, please!)

Percy did not expect to wake up on a couch.

Maybe trapped in a prison, or interrogation room—or heck, even a hospital—but definitely not a comfortable sofa, with two others beside him, and six more gaping as though he had blown up another building while unconscious. He started to splutter, along with the boy sitting bolt upright next to him. When the group got them to calm down, however, they had the nerve to ask Percy who he was. No way was he telling them the truth, or anybody else for that matter.

"Percy Jackson," he replied coolly. "And you are?"

Steve studied the kid, who had had (Not a typo!) several emotions flickering through his eyes before answering. "Percy Jackson. And you are?"

Tony liked the kid's nerve as he talked, but the other two sat in cold silence, the younger staring at Percy, and Loki gazing out the window in the perfect impression of utter boredom. It took a lot of willpower to keep from joking, or punching Reindeer Games in the face, but Tony somehow kept still and silent.

While Bruce coaxed the name out of the second boy, Harry Potter, he started to feel some unease. These three were not related, that was clear. What wasn't clear was why these boys seemed to hold so much power, enough to match Loki himself. Speaking of Loki…

Clint was starting to get angry. While his famous glare wasn't getting any reaction from their hostages, he could see that if he went further, the others would not approve. This was just an interrogation after all, not a brawl.

After getting the names out of the two teenagers, the group introduced Loki.

"And this," Tony began, "-is Reindeer Games, the guy who started the war in the first place."

"His name is actually Loki," Bruce sighed. "He's the Norse god of mischief, lies, and the like."

Percy perked up at that. "Like Hermes?" "Who?" "Never mind…"

Harry sighed. "I knew it," he said wearily. "They said there was a magic user who wasn't a-" He cut himself off, staring down at his shoes, and blushing slightly

"Wasn't a what?" Of course, Tony was the one to dig deeper, but he was interrupted by Thor. "There are other magic users than Loki and his kind?"

Harry looked startled. "Um, well-"

Steve stepped in. "You can trust us. You two have great power, and are excellent fighters. We want you on our team, so to speak. Loki here," Steve gestured to Loki, "-is supposed to be in Asgard serving his sentence, but Odin wished him to remain here, much to our displeasure." He smiled wryly, and sat back down.

"Well, it's not entirely like I came here of my own accord," Loki drawled, still observing the New York streets below. "Stark accomplished that deed himself."

Tony gave a mock bow, smirking as he returned to his normal, casual position against the wall. "I aim to please," was all he said.

"Okay, I've got an idea," Percy stated slowly. "What a surprise," muttered Tony, who was promptly silenced by a death-glare from the demigod. "Each of you will tell us who you are, how you are connected to this Loki over here, and then in turn we will explain ourselves. Does that sound okay?" After agreeing to his proposition, the Avengers began to introduce themselves.

"I'm Thor, Norse god of thunder, son of Odin, and brother-" Thor paused, sensing the glare Loki sent his way. "-and adopted brother of Loki, adopted son of Odin."

"I'm Agent Natasha Romanoff, (Or Romanov, but I prefer the double f.) also known as the Black Widow."

"Agent Clint Barton, otherwise known as Hawkeye."

"Tony Stark, Iron Man, genius-playboy-millionaire-philanthropist, at your service." Tony mock-bowed once more, and turned with a boyish grin to Bruce.

"My name is Dr. Bruce Banner, also known as-" He faltered, looking nervous. "also known as the Hulk." When he received no response form the two teens, his nervous appearance calmed, and he relaxed slightly.

"And I am Steve Rogers, or Captain America," Steve concluded, glancing at the others, as though searching for approval.

The two boys looked at each other, as though having a silent argument, and Harry spoke first, though somewhat reluctantly. "My name is Harry James Potter. I am a wizard. Wizards perform magic through wands, and have a separate society from Muggles, or non-magical people." He did not care to elaborate, until Tony put him to the test. "Prove it," he burst.

Harry sighed, inwardly cursing his bad luck/stupidity. After drawing his wand, he levitated a nearby dagger, before turning it to stone, then into a rabbit, then conjured a hat and dent the rabbit through the hat, only to have it appear at the other end of the room as a dagger again. The others (sans Loki) stared in awe. "But," Tony spluttered, "-what about the principles of physics, or plain old science for that matter?" Harry was staring to get impatient. " If I wanted to elaborate, I would be here for years," he spat at the egotistical genius. Harry would say nothing more on the matter.

Percy spoke up. "My name is Perseus Achilles/Theseus (You choose, either way.) Jackson, but please don't call me Perseus, just Percy. To make things simple, Greek mythology co-exists with Norse, Roman, Egyptian, etc. I am a demigod, and demigods are the offspring of a god or goddess and a mortal. My father is Poseidon, god of water in general, the sea, horses, earthquakes, and marine life. We also have enchanted items, and monsters of our own to deal with , but there are camps that provide shelter from the monsters, and teach the demigods how to fight, most notably Camp Half-Blood for the Greeks, and Camp Jupiter for the Romans. Like Harry here, I will not elaborate," he explained, all in one breath.

"I am also notable among demigods, and have ten billion titles explaining what I've done," he added, "-but I think Harry should explain first. He's probably also a hero among wizards, what with him leading their fight and all."

Harry shrugged. "When I was little, a dark wizard had already risen to power, a man named Lord Voldemort, or Tom Riddle. He had a prophecy made about him and myself, and so he set out to find me. When I was one year old, he murdered my parents and tried to kill me, but I survived. Eventually, I ended up destroying the objects tethering him to life, and killed him. In fact, that was around two years ago."

Percy looked astonished, but quickly began on his own story. "When I was twelve, a teacher of mine helped me defeat my first monster, and showed me Camp Half-Blood. It's easier to tell by my main (These aren't all of them, but close enough…) titles: Son of Poseidon, Returner of the Master Bolt, Conqueror of the Sea of Monsters, Bringer of the Golden Fleece, Bearer of the Titan's Curse, Survivor of the Labyrinth, Defeater of Kronos, Rescuer of Thanatos, Champion of Hera, Survivor of Tartarus, Defeater of Gaia, Fulfiller of Prophecies, and Hero of Olympus. Long story short, I fought and won two major wars."

Now even Loki was considering Percy with interest. "Did you say—Tartarus?" he questioned. Percy visibly winced, and nodded. "Who is Annabeth?" Steve broke in kindly. "Annabeth is my girlfriend, and the world to me. Her mother is Athena. In fact, her mother told me my fatal flaw is loyalty. 'You'll sacrifice the world to save your friends,' she said. Annabeth also survived Tartarus with me, and she was the one that kept me sane. The only other survivor is Nico Di Angelo, my cousin and son of Hades. He went in alone," Percy finished, shuddering. "Tartarus is our version of Hell, multiplied by ten thousand. Our worst nightmare, and located in the Underworld. We still get nightmares."

"As enlightening as this conversation has been," Bruce spoke up quietly, "-we should all get a good night's sleep. Loki can explain himself tomorrow. Though we trust you two, none of us are leaving this tower just yet. None of you can get out physically, or magically. We put up precautions. The A. I., JARVIS, will escort you to your rooms."

Aaannnddd, that's a wrap for this chapter! Tell me how you liked the chapter, whether I portrayed the characters correctly, etc. Thank you all so much! Asta la pasta!