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Chapter 8. - Also, a few people have commented on my geographical mistake. Just ignore it, pretend its the way its meant to be.

The King of the Gods lounged upon his throne, the image of a regal king. He enjoyed sitting upon his throne, it was more than an amplifier for his powers. It really connected him to the world, eliciting a sense of life that flew through his veins, bolstering his power and allowing him to feel the entirety of his element.

That was why it concerned him when he felt the presence of another Pantheon. Well, not a presence exactly. More like a weapon, something that shouldn't be here. Something, the property of a god, had just crash-landed in New Mexico.

Zeus frowned, he couldn't send a demigod to go check it out. Gods were strictly banned from allowing their children anywhere near that place. Well, not banned. Just highly discouraged. Too many monsters, too much of a risk. No, he couldn't do that. But he couldn't send a god either. They would be overrun.

However he needed to do something, he couldn't just leave a gods weapon within the grasp of the mortals, and especially not the monsters. You see, monsters had taken a great liking to Mexico, for whatever reason. Luckily they were completely uninterested in the mortals, passing them by as yesterdays trash. Hardly worthy of their attention, too much of their relief.

They mostly secluded themselves below ground or among the mountains, however, if they sense a demigod... Let's just say that it isn't pretty.

A wave of guilt washed over him when he realized his only option, he had to ask Percy. He had to call upon the one demigod who had done more for them than any other, their savior and the only son of his brother that he would ever say he respects. But he had no choice, Percy was without a distinguishable scent. He was the only one capable of such a mission, and it wouldn't take long. A quick flash in and out, simple.

With a heaving sigh, he summoned Hermes. The god of thieves and travelers arrived with a blinding flash, a curious expression on his face. Hermes was holding a cool beverage and wearing casual clothes, obviously, he had come straight from the pub with Apollo.

"Hermes, I need you to take Percy to New Mexico." He informed his drunk son. Hermes brows furrowed.

"Mexico? Isn't that place infested with monster hoards." The god managed to mumble out, gripping his skull as a migraine set in. He must have taken the strong stuff, it was very difficult to get a god this heavily inebriated.

"A godly weapon has fallen into mortals reach, Percy has no scent. It has to be him." Zeus rebutted, slightly annoyed at his son's drunk state.

"Yup, aha, totally." Hermes babbled out, nursing his head. Zeus quickly cast a prayer to his son, Dionysus. The god in question lazily flashed in and left after placing a headache cure beside Hermes.

His son clutched the cure gratefully, now aware of his surroundings he nodded to his father before setting out on his mission.

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Percy frowned, it was the S.H.I.E.L.D. agency once again. Figures they'd attempt to lay claim to whatever this thing was. It appeared to be a simple hammer, but he knew better. It was a godly weapon, something about the symbols engraved on its surface reminded him of Norse myths. Annabeth must've shown him something to do with the Norse before because he had no clue how he knew that.

He was currently standing in a corner of the enclosure, watching curiously as scientists flitted around the weapon. They really had no clue what it was, it was a wonder why they hadn't removed it and hidden the weapon away in some underground lab. No doubt they would be better equipped than this hastily constructed base.

Percy figured that he could wrap some particles around the hammer, pick it up, then walk right out the front door while the mortals ran around like headless chickens trying to figure out where it went. It sounded possible if a little unlikely. No doubt they would put the place into lockdown the moment it vanished, but he doubted they could stop him from vapor traveling away with the thing.

Decided, he calmly moved towards the object. His footsteps silent as he drifted among the distracted scientists. Unaware of the hawk-like eyes following his movements, the agent's sharp eyes able to discern the unnatural disturbance in the air. Nor was he aware of the quiet conversation that was held between the man and his superior.

Reaching the hammer he glanced around, no one was looking. The scientists deeply engrossed in their work with heads buried in their mountain of research. Grasping the handle in a firm grip, unsure of how much force would be necessary to extract it from the stone. Pulling upwards he frowned when the hammer refused to move, not even a twitch of activity. Placing both hands around the handle he corrected his stance, pulling upwards he strained his muscles, even going so far as to soften the ground with water and a small number of controlled vibrations. Beads of sweat were forming as he exerted all his strength attempting to uproot the stubborn hammer from its crater but to no avail. He released it in defeat, shaking the fatigue from his strained muscles.

Still nothing, no movement what so ever. How strange, maybe the weapon was specifically attuned to the god it belonged to? And with no way to contact said god -whoever it may be, he didn't know that much about the Norse- then it would remain within mortal hands. But at least it explained why they hadn't moved locations with the weapon in tow.

During his distraction an arrow pierced his calf, jolting him from his intense concentration. With a small gasp of pain, he spun on his uninjured leg, breaking the tip off the arrow he extracted the offending object with only a small hiss. Using his good leg, he launched into a roll, attempting to dive behind the nearest desks. However, due to his current slower state, he was caught mid-air with an electrified net. Tumbling to the ground he struggled against his binds, the electricity didn't bother him. He had been struck by Thalia many times, so he had grown used to higher voltages than this. What was really bothering him, however, was how he had been seen. Did he lose focus and become visible? That didn't seem right.

Just as he began to breach the net, a swarm of agents flooded the room. Guns trained on him, as he mulled his options a third arrow came from the darkness. Unable to dodge the sedative he hissed as it pierced his flesh, 'Damn you Zeus' he thought as darkness encroached on his vision.

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Phil frowned as he looked over the kid's file after they apprehended Perseus he had contacted Fury. After requesting the file, they exchanged possible reasons, motivations. The intentions, why was Percy here? Did he want the object for himself? For someone else? How did he even know about it? It wasn't exactly front-page news, and the last place he had been was New York. There is no feasible way that he could have heard and gotten to Mexico without an informant.

Maybe there was a mole within S.H.I.E.L.D. It wasn't impossible, however improbable. Either way, it at least confirmed that Perseus was working with somebody.

He was thankful that Barton hadn't left yet, he was set to assist S.T.R.I.K.E. in a few days. Just getting in a few more hours as the archer savored the freedom of an easy mission, he had had a stressful few months. What with wrangling the increasingly frustrated Natasha and juggling his other missions. It was fine though. Every once and a while he was tossed a diamond in the ruff, where he can just stretch out and relax. Coulson was just glad he was here when the target came, Barton never misses after all. Bowmen of his caliber were hard to come by.

He observed Perseus Jackson, he was currently bound to a bed. Mutant suppressor cuffs should be negating his powers, and he had an armed guard at his door. Fury seemed relieved that they had caught him though. Something about one less headache, he was a very busy man and with the other enhanced their chasing he definitely had a mountain on his plate.

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Percy groaned as he came too, his head was fuzzy as the last of the sedatives affects began wearing off. He tried gripping his head but found his attempt blocked by a metallic clang. Groggily glancing around he realized he was strapped to a bed of some kind, gods, his head was killing him. And his throat was seriously parched.

"Water." He rasped, praying they knew nothing on his abilities. It appeared they didn't, because after his guard grudgingly poured a sip of water down his throat he spotted a water faucet in the wall. He eyed the brace around his left forearm curiously, it wasn't connected to anything but it glowed blue as he watched it.

Good, it would only make it easier to escape this place once he recovered from whatever they dosed him with. He watched as the guard retook his position, jostling uncomfortably after such a long shift.

The guard had obviously notified a superior that he was awake because after about five minutes a suited man. Nondescript in his appearance, his smile seemingly bland and easy to pass off. He held him in such a way that Percy couldn't help but find the guard more interesting.

The new guy gave Percy a friendly smile as he introduced himself, "Hello Perseus, my name is Phil Coulson. I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. which is the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. We deal with threats and situations that the world cannot, or would call extraordinary. We've had our eye on you for a while now, as you likely are aware." Receiving a nod confirmed their suspicions.

"What we would like to know is, what are your intentions? You are currently a threat of unknown power, capabilities, and allegiance who can apparently sneak within a high-security base and has been flighting laws all around the world since you were 12." Phil continued as he observed the boy calmly. With the suppressor cuffs, he wouldn't be going anywhere, it didn't matter who you placed it on. No matter how powerful they may appear, the cuffs were always a success in removing their abilities.

At least, it would have worked if Percy was a mutant.

Percy frowned, "If you answer some of my questions, I'll answer some of yours." Coulson seemed to accept this, at least they were getting somewhere. Holding up his left arm he asked the question that had been bothering him since he awoke, "What's this blue thing?"

Coulson looked slightly amused, "That is a mutant suppressor cuff, it negates mutants' abilities. Rendering them powerless." Now Percy was amused, they thought he was a mutant? At least that confirmed they didn't have a clue about the existence of gods, he could also still feel his powers were unhindered by the suppressors. "Now my turn," Coulson set about shuffling through Percy's file, "Why did you flee from our agents after the graveyard?"

Percy sighed, he had expected that question. Now that the last of the cobwebs had fled his mind he had to look at this rationally. He could use this as an opportunity to gain some insight, find out what they wanted with him. "I've got a few secrets that really aren't any of your business, but I knew you would try to get out of me. I couldn't allow that, even if my secrets aren't illegal."

"And why can't your secrets get out?" Percy glared at the agent.

"They just can't." He replied stubbornly.

"And, they're not illegal?" He received a negative. "Why are you protecting them so adamantly?"

"Why do you need to know!?" Percy rebutted angrily.

"Because that's what we do, we know things." He replied patiently, he knew they wouldn't get anywhere like this. Sighing, he changed tactics. Flicking through his files he asked his next question, "What about the murder of Kelli Richards?" Percy looked confused for a moment and Coulson sighed once more. This time disappointedly.

This wasn't a good sign, either Percy had killed many more people, unrepentantly. And the murder of the cheerleader back at Goode was unplanned and negligent, that could seriously damage their chances of being able to recruit him, especially depending on how loyal he was to whoever he worked for. What power they had over him. Soldiers that were crafted since they were children were often the most loyal and dedicated, growing up and being conditioned around people like HYDRA would leave them with only what HYDRA told them. Only knowing their ideas, goals, beliefs. Believing them, trusting them, defending them.

"Kelli Richards, murdered by Perseus Jackson in the band room of Goode High School shortly before fleeing the scene after alighting the room in flames. Your deceased stepdads school. She was one of the cheerleaders welcoming new students." Percy's eyes flashed dangerously.

"Kelli" He spat. "Was no cheerleader, and I didn't kill her. Did you ever find a body? No, she had dark intentions and I likely saved many students from her schemes. She fled when I had her beat." An Idea came to mind. "She was a mutant, evil in all ways. Able to take the appearance of ultimate beauty or youth. She also had the ability to deceive men, a seductress and the ability to teleport through flames. Thus, the reason the room caught on fire." He knew it sounded farfetched, but it was the best he could come up with. It was also a major risk, they could set a team to research Kelli's past.

For all he knew, she may have just walked in one day. Charmed the receptionist, and got into the school without leaving any background. Percy didn't know if they would find anything about the mythological world, but he cursed his stupidity either way.

Making a note, Coulson looked enquiringly at the mutant. Trying to gauge the truth of that statement, it sounded plausible. In a way. There had been a few disappearances since she joined the school. And there were a rare few mutants that had more than one ability. It was incredibly rare, and they weren't always the most powerful. In fact, the more powers a mutant had, the more spread their overall power generally was. Meaning that the examples like Charles Xavier, he was limited to one power. However, he was one of the strongest psychics S.H.I.E.L.D. had ever encountered. Fury insisted on a suppressor whenever he was in the mutant's presence. Although, Fury carried one with him everywhere either way. Never really knowing when a psychic could be sifting through his secrets.

"What about the train you derailed? It was during your disappearance and the train contained quite a few passengers." S.H.I.E.L.D. had managed to put together an approximation of Percy's journey during those months he disappeared. It had been difficult and required a very thorough search of all logs and black boxes. Security cameras had picked him out at various places through facial recognition, so they were able to string together a vague timeline. Though there were still plenty of blank periods.

"Attacked, what I do attracts the wrong sort of attention. And I didn't derail the train." He asked what he did but didn't receive an answer.

"Ok, how did you know of the hammer. Who is your informant." Percy smirked.

"Sorry, you don't have clearance for that information. Neither does your superior." He rebutted.

Phil frowned, was he a pawn of the UN? Or was he just leading them on a goose chase to hide his connections? Was there a secret agency within the UN that was higher than S.H.I.E.L.D.?

"What do you want with me, Coulson. Why are you chasing me?" Percy asked tiredly. He just wanted peace. Sure, he couldn't escape his saving people problem, but that wasn't so bad. When he wasn't fighting monsters, mortals were child's play.

Coulson shifted slightly. "As I said at the beginning, we want to know of your intentions. You are a threat, we want to know if you're an imminent threat. And we also wish to recruit you, dangerous mutants can't be allowed to run around unchecked." Phil replied.

Percy sighed, "I'm out, sorry dude. You seem alright and all, but I would rather the peaceful life I am attempting to live than become someone else's puppet. Their agent that runs around and does their bidding without question." He returned.

Phil raised an eyebrow, "Someone else. Have you been someone's puppet in the past? Who?" He questioned, hoping he would finally receive actual information.

Rolling his eyes, he vapor travelled away, landing near the border where he was quickly taken by Hermes. Settling in for the night he sighed as he thought of all the new problems he was likely to encounter.

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Back at the S.H.I.E.L.D. base Phil Coulson was unmoving as he gazed, wide-eyed at where Percy previously occupied. The suppressor cuff laying in his spot, taunting him as it glowed. It took a lot to shock the agent, but many questions were circling is mind. Questions of how, why, where, when. Most shockingly was, the cuff that was currently taunting him was their most powerful version. Designed to cancel even the Cerebos powerfully bolstered potential.

Wasn't he a mutant? He must be. What else could he be?

oooOOOooo

In a New Mexico café an obnoxious man, unfamiliar with this land's customs. Boisterous in his actions, smashed a cup upon the floor while exclaiming "ANOTHER!"

The scientists accompanying this arrogant male quickly scurried around, apologies were given and quiet conversations were had. The mortal god getting quietly chastised by the people who thought him delusional.

If only they knew.

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