Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Avengers
Percy P.O.V
Agents seem to enjoy shooting me in the face. Scientists seem to find it quite enjoyable too from the looks of it.
"Oh my god," Fitz exclaimed as he picked the bullets off the floor with a pair of tweezers. "The bullet crumpled on impact, as though is collided with something much stronger that it."
"Not only that but it appears his skin suffered no damage at all from the impacts, not so much as a dent, if only it were possible to get a sample, think of the possibilities!" Simmons squealed.
"That is so cool," Skye said, typing something on her laptop before getting up. "Can I have a go?" She asked Agent Ward, "Consider it training for when I have to shoot someone in the face!"
"No." he said blankly, "your aim is still way off. If you miss you could hit damage some equipment."
"I'd let you shoot me in the chest but I like this shirt," It matches my eyes-I may need to stop hanging out with the Aphrodite kids. "By they way could you possibly just shoot me in Percy Approved Areas because I have one spot that isn't bulletproof and I don't want to die. My armour coves it, don't worry.". I added at their startled looks.
Skyes laptop made a bleeping noise and she rushed over to check it. She frowned and looked up at me with a hard look on her face.
"So way don't you tell us your really name 'Percy' because I searched you and no-one of your description was in S.H.I.E.L.D's database and they sure as he'll wouldn't let someone they don't have a file on onto base."
I was confused for a second then I realized.
"My real name is Perseus, I just prefer to go by Percy," I told her with a blush.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she went back to her laptop and typed once more before pausing. "Aren't you angry about me searching you?"
"Not really, you seem like the type to Google someone as soon as you meet them." I wasn't lying either, she had that 'at one with he keyboard' vibe when she typed so I didn't expect any less. Any less and I would have probably felt insulted, like the bulletproof kid wasn't worth a Google.
Agent Ward and I began to train at the punching bag in the gym section, my punch was strong but my technique was lacking, probably because I was so used to fighting with a sword. The two scientists were tinkering at their work tops and I caught them scanning the bullets Agent Ward shot at me. Skye was typing furiously at her laptop, probably trying to uncover my file from wherever Fury has stashed it. I suspect some hacking was involved and I was impressed, it took guts to hack into a place like S.H.I.E.L.D. Everyone froze when she punched the air, waiting to hear what S.H.I.E.L.D had on me, even I was curious.
"Wow, your grades sucks." That was anti-climatic. "Oh, that may be due to the ADHD and dyslexia, sorry," she looked up blushing.
"It's okay I know they aren't good." Skye went back my file.
"What's this video?" she clicked a few keys and the flaming Gateway Arch appeared on the monitor for all of us to see. I cringed at the gasps when twelve year old me leaped from the archive into the water two hundred meters below. They all turned to me.
"I was an adventurous preteen?"
"I'm guessing the whole bullet proof skin came in real hand in that situation huh?" Skye said, eyebrows quirked.
"Actually the whole 'bullet proof skin is actually a relatively new development. I've always been special," I grinned.
"I'll take your word for it. Ooh another video, a news report? You certainly were an adventurous preteen."
This time it was Ares and I on the beach with Annabeth and Grover in the background. Memories of that day flashed before my eyes and I felt a pang when I remembered the agony I felt when I had to leave my mother behind. I watched as both me and Ares armed ourselves with our swords, I saw Agent Ward and the scientists grow confused as the mist worked its magic.
"Wow, were did that sword come from? Are you Asgardian or something?" Skye turned to me, eyes wide.
What on earth is an Asgardian? Then I felt a flash of fear- Skye is clear sighted.
Tony P.O.V
Pepper was not impressed. Sufficient to say that I would be sleeping on the couch for the rest of the week. As I listened to the story I had to remind myself that this all happened, Thor's love of titles made it feel like one of the old myths, where he hero was brave and the princess was saved. But I knew that life was much crueler.
"Lord Kronos marched towards Mount Olympus while the gods fought the great monster Typhon. The son of Poseidon done deals with the river gods to prevent entry from the water and he and his small army held the land you call Manhattan. The son of Poseidon lead his people in battle for days and nights, resting little. He fought in one to one combat with the Titan of the East, Hyperion, and it is said that while defeating him the son of Poseidon conjured a mighty storm to put out his blinding light. However Lord Kronos army began to gain the upper hand."
Everyone shifted nervously in their seats, to odds were not favorable and I could not see how this son of Poseidon could have won when team chances were so slim, then I remembered the line from the prophecy 'cursed blade hero's soul shall reap', maybe it wasn't as happy an ending as I originally thought. I saw Coulson and Romanoff talk in whispers, both with frowns on their faces.
"Lord Kronos sent forth a drakon that only a child of Ares, the god of war, could defeat. He had a spy among his opponent's army and knew his children had not joined in the fighting. The spy saw the error of their ways and convinced the children of Ares to join in the battle, this proved to be their last act as the drakon slew the spy with its' acid venom. A daughter of Ares fought the drakon and killed it single handedly, it is said that she had glowed with the blessing of her father and enemies fled her wrath. Still the battle was not won yet and the Titan Lord continued towards Olympus."