DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus, all rights to Rick Riordan! I also don't own The Avengers either, so rights go to Marvel or whatever.

"What is wrong with you?" A feminine cry hung in the air, suspended on the thick tension surrounding the demigods. "This man is a traitor! He should be tried and executed!"

"Clarisse, calm down." Will Solace stepped forward, hands out in a placating gesture. "Look, no one trusts the guy—"

"I kinda like him," Travis mumbled.

"I heard his shield shoots flames," Connor put in.

Will ignored them. "—but I agree with Annabeth. If we want to have any chance of winning this war, we need him."

Clarisse huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

Jason stumbled to a halt, careful to stay out of sword's reach of the daughter of Ares. He glanced at Nico, who was breathing heavily beside him. His jaw was clenched tightly, as if the run had aggravated his wound. Jason felt concerned for the son of Hades, but refrained from putting an arm around his shoulders and telling him to take it easy. Jason saw Will cut his eyes toward Nico, obviously worried. They shared a knowing look, then turned back to the grumbling crowd.

"Who screamed?" Nico demanded, looking around at the group. "Is something wrong?"

"Wrong?!" Clarisse screeched. "It seems like everyone around here is completely incapable of doing anything but wrong!"

"Clarisse, shut up," Will snapped.

Nico seemed to consider his question answered and stayed quiet.

"Calm down, everybody. You're all overreacting." Katie Gardner piped up.

"You guys are just going to have to trust us on this one." Annabeth was standing on the porch beside Chiron, her blonde hair hanging loose around her shoulders. There were dark shadows underneath her gray eyes like storm clouds, and barely visible tear tracks ran down her cheeks. Had she been crying? Percy—shoulder to shoulder with his girlfriend and holding her hand—looked equally disheveled. His eyes were bloodshot, and his posture was decidedly slumped.

"Reyna is a good judge of character. So are Annabeth and Piper. If they believe he's loyal to us, then…I guess I do, too." Percy seemed a little grudging to admit it, and Jason could tell he was holding something back.

"Why should we trust someone from SHIELD?" Someone from the Hecate cabin demanded.

Chiron spoke up. "Because you have to. I have spoken with Captain Rogers, and I found his intentions to be pure. He is a righteous man. I met him once, back in the 40's. He was good then, too. We have no choice but to let him help us. He has provided me with key information about the enemy, as well as offering an apology to those he has offended." The centaur stepped to the side as Captain America walked out onto the porch.

For a split second, silence ruled.

Then the riot broke out.

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Frank walked quickly through the hallway, trying to avoid all of the people who looked important. Which was just about everyone. The fewer the questions he was asked, the better. Even though he was given a very short list of information he would need, he still found himself steering clear of most people. Occasionally, he would stop to ask a question when Hazel pointed someone out.

He glanced at her now. While he was disguised as Captain America, Hazel had taken on a very different appearance. She was a petite woman with dark, curly hair—not nearly as beautiful as the real Hazel's, he thought—and she wore a white blouse paired with a black pencil skirt. Frank had no idea how she walked so easily in the nearly two inch heels on her feet, but he guessed it was just as well. Nearly every lady they passed wore giant shoes.

As they reached Director Fury's office—which was marked with SHIELD's logo and his name in block letters on the door—Hazel straightened her identification badge and looked at him.

"I'll wait for you out here," she said. "Good luck." She couldn't risk kissing him then—not when there were SHIELD agents surrounding them. Frank was disappointed.

"Thanks," he mumbled. "I'll probably need it." He nervously smoothed his hair back, then knocked loudly on the door.

"Come in." Nick Fury's voice was deep.

Frank stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He caught a glimpse of Hazel's discreet thumbs up before she disappeared around the corner.

"Sir." Frank stood quietly in front of the director of SHIELD, glancing surreptitiously around the office. Four white walls with a few certificates and the like hanging on them. The wall to his left was covered by a giant bookshelf, but it was so dusty he doubted Fury had used it any time in the last century. There was a desk right in front of him with nothing but an intercom, a miniature potted cactus, and a pile of folders.

"Captain, glad you could make it. I hear your negotiations didn't work out." He looked up from the file he was glaring at and studied Frank.

"Unfortunately, no." The son of Mars was surprised at how much deeper his voice was. He still couldn't get used to the blond hair, either. He felt like a light bulb. "They found out I was wearing an earpiece and…didn't take it well." Frank stumbled over his words, but thankfully Fury didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah. Out of the blue this girl started screaming in my ear." He shook his head. "I had to rip the thing out before my eardrums blew out"

"Do you want me with the men surrounding the camp? I'm prepared to fight now."

Fury glanced back up at him, his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows drawn low over his eyes. "Actually, I was going to ask you to contact Romanoff. She's already down on the front lines with Barton. I've asked Banner to sit this one out. Don't want things getting out of hand, especially since we're walking completely blind into this one."

"Blind? You mean you don't have any information on the…demigods?" Frank paused momentarily, hoping Fury had already figured that part out.

He shook his head obliviously. "Not enough. We've got the Politician, but that's not enough firepower. You know what they say, 'Knowledge is power'."

Frank nodded slowly. "Yes, of course. The Politician—pretty dangerous." He had no idea what the heck he was talking about, but he guessed it was some kind of weapon.

"If only the affects could be permanent…it almost seems like a crime, though. Taking away their ability to wield whatever powers they have—for good." Frank got the suspicion that only rarely was this side of Nick Fury seen, but he wasn't thinking about that. He was trying to swallow the lump in his throat. Take away their powers permanently? What did this thing do, and how did they know that much about the demigods to make it?

"I agree." Frank's voice was small. He barely pressed the words out of his mouth. "Maybe we shouldn't use it, then? Fight with regular weapons, or maybe…"

Fury's smile was thin and grim. "Still trying to be the peacekeeper, Cap? It didn't work, you said so yourself. We've got no other options."

Frank nodded grudgingly. "It's worth a—" His gloved hand shimmered, suddenly turning back into Frank's regular hand. He tucked it behind his back. "—try." What was happening? Was Hazel okay?
Nick Fury was staring at him. "You feeling all right?" He seemed suspicious.

"Yeah, of course. I'm fine." Frank glanced down at his feet and realized he was wearing his own sneakers now, not Captain America's boots. His eyes widened, but before he could do anything else, the cold barrel of a gun was touching his temple.

Sorry guys, I forgot Katie's last name. Was it Gardener? I also don't know how to spell Natasha's last name. Oops :P Thanks for all the reviews/follows/favorites/reads! :D

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