Chapter 1

Percy hated the gods, before today he'd never dare to say that out loud, now he dared. The gods were self-centered assholes. He'd done everything. LITERALLY EVERYTHING trying to please them, doing their quests and everything, then they marked him as a fugitive, and no they didn't even have the kindness to banish him to Tartarus or something! Instead, they forced him to cut off all forms of communication with other demigods and the gods. He was on his own in the world. He wasn't even allowed to see Annabeth. That hurt the most.

They had abandoned him, they had forced him out of what was practically his only home not even giving him a chance to say goodbye to the others, leaving them to think he was dead. He would never see his wise girl again, and to make it all worse, the last time they had talked they had been in a fight, over whether to move or stay of all reasons!

The gods were a bunch of selfish lying bastards in Percy's opinion. They could all rot in Tartarus for all he cared.

Percy pulled up the hood of his blood red hoody, it reminded him of the color of the sky in Tartarus. It had been a gift from his mother years ago. It had been what he was wearing when he got banished. He tread down the streets of New York bumping shoulders with the colossal crowds around him. He kept moving, down the streets, away from the Empire State Building and towards his mom's apartment.

He hoped his mom and Paul would take him in. Then again they were pretty busy preparing for his soon to be born sister. He stopped before moving in towards one of the newer skyscrapers. He couldn't put them in danger, especially since he would constantly be attacked by monsters.

Ok, maybe his mom's place wasn't the best place, plus... Annabeth could be there, trying to not break down, telling his mother how he was probably dead. He couldn't face her after what Zeus did. Besides who knew what he would do if he saw Percy talking with Annabeth, it was one of his rules of banishment that he could have no contact with any demigods associated with the camps.

Little did Percy know that farther uptown in the newly built Avenger's tower napped a son of Apollo on top of a fridge.

"CLINT!" A voice roared so loud it woke almost the entire tower, well more like it woke the napping archer, everyone else in the tower was awake already.

"What?!" Clint snapped awake, pulling an arrow from behind the fridge he had napped upon, he had arrows hidden all over the tower. He also never went anywhere without his bow, so the arrow he had pulled out was already notched on it.

"Where's my hairdryer!?" a redheaded spy hissed in anger pointing the straighter she held in her hand up at the archer, "I know you have it!"

"Why would I have it?" Snapped Clint, "What why do you need one Nat?" He lowered his bow as he carefully watched the women he had called Nat.

"I just do!" she snapped, her eyes forming into thin slits as she stared him down.

"Oh... Do I sense a date?" Clint snickered as he tucked the arrow back into hiding and hopped down to the floor.

"Ugh, just give it back!" She screeched in his ear, as she grabbed him by his earlobe and pulled his head down by it hard.

"OW! OW, OW! I don't have it! Last I know Tony took it for parts!" Clint yelped in fear as he started to ramble. Nat tightened her grip for a second before releasing his ear, leaving him to rub the now red and sore earlobe.

"Thank you," Nat replied before she stalked off towards the lab.

Clint watched his best friend stalk off towards the lab, leaving him alone in the tower's living room. He put the arrow back behind the fridge and glanced around the living room. Something was off. He picked up the arrow again, he never knew if he might need it. He heard the floor creak behind him and spun around, drawing back the arrow at the young, blonde man who had been behind him.

Clint lowered the bow and sighed, "Couldn't give me some kind of warning?" he huffed angrily, unhooking the arrow from the bowstring.

"Nah, I was testing your reflexes." stated the young man cheekily.

"Ya, Well they don't need to be tested, 'father.'" Clint snapped, "Now what do you want? Thought I was banished from the godly world for offending Artemis hunting skills."

"Well, yes, but another demigod has been banished, a great hero who didn't deserve it. Like you."

"Ha. Really? Thought I was the first to be banished since Hercules lived," Clint joked turning away from the god, "You guys must really be pissing us off to have two demigods banished in one lifetime."

"It's mostly because of Zeus being… paranoid. Will you help him?"

"Zeus is always paranoid, why would I help that bastard lighting rod?" Clint sneered opening the fridge and pulling out a can of soda. He dug his fingernail under the cap and pulled it up, letting the satisfying pop and fizz echo through the room around him.

"I don't mean Zeus. I meant the demigod. He won't let the gods who were against his banishment help him."

"Can't blame him honestly," Clint mumbled, taking a slug of the pop before continuing, "What's the kid's name?"

"Percy Jackson," came the reply.

Clint did a spit take with the soda. He coughed a little, clearing his windpipe of the liquid before answering. "Percy Jackson?" he repeated the name, "As in the dude who fought in the titan war and the giant war and united the camps?"

It had been 15 years since Clint's banishment from Camp Halfblood, but that didn't mean he didn't hear rumors. He'd heard of the famous Percy Jackson many times. He was a son of Poseidon, and one of the most powerful demigods to have ever lived, bringing together the greek and roman camps.

"He is THE hero. Why would Zeus banish him? He sounds even more paranoid than before." muttered Clint, as he started pacing around the kitchen. The man shrugged.

"No one knows what goes on in his head. But lately, he's been even more paranoid than usual. He thinks that Percy wants to launch a war against the gods," Apollo explained.

"But his fatal flaw is loyalty. How is that even possible?"

"We don't know, but would you, please. Take him in. A few of us fear that if he doesn't have friends by his side or anyone to be loyal to then he will truly turn against the gods."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do. And who is we?"

"We are the few gods who didn't want him to be banished. Hades, Artemis, Hestia, Poseidon, and I. Thank you."

Clint nodded watching his father disappear in a flash.

"Time to go find a kid," muttered Clint. Maybe he could get Natasha to help him.