Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Avengers

Percy P.O.V

I got home late and to say mom was worried is an understatement, after all it isn't every day your half blood son is taken to a secret headquarters by armed suits. Plus it was getting kind of late. Natasha escorted me to the apartment, something about minors being unsupervised with swords so I guessed she didn't completely trust me. Mom and Paul were freaking out in the kitchen when I came in, as soon as they saw me I was engulfed in a hugs and concern.

"Percy what happened? What did they want? Are you okay, did the hurt you-"

"Mom its okay. I'm okay just kind of dazed its been a long day. Some government agency called S.H.I.E.L.D wanted to talk to me about 'The Events At The End Of summer.' " I quoted, setting my new sword and scabbard down.

They both paled considerably.

"You mean the war?" Paul asked. I flinched slightly at his bluntness.

"Yeah, the war. I just kept denying but they saw the new sword dad got me and next thing you know I'm being asked to come to some shady agency to get questioned. Then I accidentally broke their 'Hulk Proof Needle' and they kind of freaked out."

Their eyes bulged when they realized what that meant. I told them about my interrogation, the fitness tests and the unexpected possibility of a job. We were all shocked at that.

"Anyway, the Avengers. It's kinda embarrassing that the first time I heard about them was when I was talking to two of them. I assume this happened during my time in the Labyrinth?"

"Yes, I'm sorry you found out that way, you were just so stressed with the war preparation and after we didn't even want to mention anything violent encase you, you know..." She was worried I would get PTSD. You could see it in her eyes, she wasn't sure how I was coping. A lot of my friends, my family had been lost. And it wasn't just monsters we had to kill. Monsters I could handle but I had known some of the opposite side. I wasn't as good with people I knew. I had had to harden myself and we all knew it.

"Mom I'm okay, you don't have to worry about me," I pulled her into another hug. " I always manage, don't worry."

I excused myself to my bedroom with a really-heated dinner to join me in my tortuous homework.

The next morning I got up for school. It was an oddly normal thing for me to do. I ran out the door with a still hot, blue pancake in hand. Paul had already gone on to work and I barely got to the subway in time to catch the right train to school.

Goode was without a doubt the best school I had been to, but something told me that was because Paul worked there. I still wanted to spend as little time there as possible and couldn't see why Paul would go on weekends, even if it was to finish off test corrections. I got to my first class and took my seat at the front of the class. I like to think I sat at the front because teachers said it had less distractions for my ADHD self but I knew it was because nobody had saved me a seat. I tried to focus on my work that day but with everything that had been going on with S.H.I.E.L.D I found it impossible. So instead I kept an ear out for any mention of the Avengers. I didn't hear anything but my suspicion that girls spoke in code was confirmed when someone mentioned shipping some sort of black hawk. Also, my school has a swim team? Why has nobody ever told me? Apparently the swim captain Shane the Ken doll had broken his hand and all the barbies were quite distressed about not seeing him shirtless until it healed.

When my class was over, apparently it was history, I headed to by locker to get my chemistry file. Some boy in my history class who I'm fairly certain is called Joseph, pulled up next to me to visit his locker. The traffic of the hallways shoved us both as we struggled against the current. Someone reached between me and Joseph and emptied Joseph's school bag onto the floor. It turned around to greet the mountain of muscle that is Max Felton. This kid is built like an Ares Kid and around the same IQ. I would never win in a fist fight with this kid so I decided to pull out the sass.

"Hey beefcake, would you mind not being an ass? No one wants to deal with it on a Monday."

It probably wasn't my best move and everyone within earshot paused to look at me. Max blinked at me, as if he had only just realised my existence. He wasn't the only one judging from the looks I got. I know I don't have any friends here, but come on, this is my third year at this school.

Max didn't bother to reply, he just tried to punch me in the face. I swiftly dodged and he dented my locker.

"Now, now. Play nice."

This time his fist connected and I think he cracked a knuckle judging from the loud noise it made on impact. Max held his hand close to his chest and glared at me, breathing heavily with anger and pain. I faked some pain myself, clutching my jaw. A teacher was headed our way and neither of us got away from the scene in time.

"What is going on here!?" Just my luck it was the P.E. teacher Mr Birch, who was referred to with a different name during laps.

Mr Birch took Max to the school nurse and me to his office. I wasn't surprised for two reasons. One; he favored anyone who did sports and Max was on the football team. Two; Max had done himself some serious damage.

"So, mister...?"

"Percy Jackson sir."

"Percy, Jackson," he typed into his computer. He wait a second. "Your real name?"

Oh, Percy was not on the school system. I had to get Paul to change that.

"Perseus Jackson. Sir" He raised an eyebrow at the name but typed it in anyway.

"So Mr Jackson. What do you have to say for your actions? The nurse emailed, from the looks of it you badly harmed Mr Feltons hand. He has to go to hospital." I winced as I was proven correct.

"I thought I heard a crack."

Birch narrowed his eyes at me, "This is serious Mr Jackson."

"What do you want me to say? 'I don't like bullies so I told him to lay off someone and he decided to break his hand off my face?' I didn't even touch him, he was the one throwing his weight around."

Birch looked at me, "You got guts kid facing a big guy like him. You ever play football, you look like you can run and if you can face up to the opponents like you did today-."

My eyes widened. "No. No, no, no. Definitely no. I'm more of a swimmer to be honest, attack the water and all that." Smooth move Jackson. Smooth move. No more suspicion due to the lack of needing protection.

"Oh are you," Birch got a glint in his eye. "Why don't you try out next week, you do good, maybe this whole incident will cause you less damage."

This man takes sport WAY too seriously. Is this illegal? Are teachers meant to do this? Isn't favoritism frowned upon? Who am I kidding I don't need this on my report it would be one step closer to needing to get the school brochures out again.

Birch's office phone cut through my train of thought.

"Birch. Uh-huh. Okay. I'll pass on the message. Thank you," he hung up and I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"It seems that the school has already called home. Your Uncle Coulson picked up, he's coming to collect you. Go get your things, I expect to see you at. Try outs next week. You're dismissed."