Percy got woken up the following morning by Tony gently shaking him.
"Perce, you gotta get
up. Also, I hope you don't mind being cuffed."
Cuffed?
Oh right! They're supposed
to detain him; he was gonna be led into an interrogation room. They went over
this last night.
"nahImfinejustgivemeaminute,"
Percy mumbled against the pillow.
"Okay then, I'll be in
the kitchen; Steve made pancakes"
"yeahokwhateveryousay"
Percy sat up in bed. He
looked around the room in the utmost confusion.
"What year is this?"
"It is 2012,
sir," Jarvis answered.
"Jesus, I'm going to
have to get used to that. And call me Percy please"
"Of course, sir."
'I guess I'll have to get
up,' he thought to himself while rolling over in bed.
He debated whether or not
he should take a quick shower, but the scary Pirate Dude would be here soon, so
he decided not to.
Percy walked into the kitchen wearing a faded blue-green tee and black jeans.
Something smelled delicious.
Steve was making pancakes.
And they were blue!
"What?" He asked
Steve turned around, smiling. "Tony said you had a thing with blue food, so I thought why not if it'll help you feel more at home, then I'll do it. The rest of the team don't mind."
And he was right.
The team didn't look like they cared; they were still stuffing their faces with the pancakes.
Percy took a plate a used a fork to choose his pancakes.
He took an experimental bite.
"Oh, my gods Steve! This is so good!"
Steve laughed a bit "Thanks."
Clint looked up from his miniature stack of pancakes. "So Percy, how did you sleep?"
"I slept very well, thank you."
Clint looked back and forth between Percy and tony. "Are you sure he's a Stark? Because he actually has manners."
"HEY, I HAVE MANNERS TOO!" Tony protested
"It's too early for your shit" Natasha grumbled.
"Fury will be here soon," Bruce quipped. "We should probably make a plan."
"Spoken like a true Son of Athena," Tony joked.
"Please don't."
"Bruce is right. We need a plan."
"Um, I'll just answer all his questions, right?"
"NO!" They all shouted
Percy winced
"Sorry, he just doesn't know about the gods, and we'd like to keep it that way," Clint explained.
"Oh, right, sorry."
"Nah, don't worry about it," Tony reassured.
"Sir, Mr. Fury is coming up the elevator," JARVIS interrupted them.
"WAIT! HE ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE UNTIL LATER!" Natasha screamed
"SOMEONE TAKE PERCY!" Tony ordered
"PERCY COME ON!" Clint said, dragging him
"I'M COMING"
Clint led Percy into a white room. He snapped on cuffs (not too tight, thank the gods) and sat him down on the bed.
"Everything's going to be fine, alright. Don't be nervous. Tony wouldn't let anything happen to you."
Percy nodded.
Clint ran out of the room, leaving Percy alone.
Five minutes later, a man walked in.
He had dark skin and an eyepatch. He was scowling.
His glare was pretty terrifying, Percy had to admit. But he's seen worse.
He still flinched.
The man spoke.
"Mr. Jackson, I'm Director Fury of SHIELD, and I have some questions for you. It will be in your best interest to answer them truthfully; if not, there will be consequences."
Percy just nodded