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Chapter Six

By dearemmahansen

Percy kicked an empty soda can on the sidewalk. "That was weird."

"How did he make the coke blue?" Annabeth mumbled, lost in thought. "He's clearly not a mortal."

"Well, no duh," Percy said. "A demigod?"

"Of illusions? Or seeing?" Annabeth shook her head helplessly, "I have no idea."

"We could ask him?" Percy suggested.

Annabeth shot him a look. "Sure. 'Hey, Mr. Restaurant Owner, are you a child of a greek god?'"

Percy bit his lip. "Well, when you put it that way…."

"Or what if he's a monster?" Annabeth wondered aloud, eyes widening, "A monster with eyes on the back of his head?"

"Is that a real monster?" Percy asked.

"I…. There's Argus, of course, but he's one of the good guys… I can't think of any off the top of my head. And it's hard to identify him, because if he is a monster, he's definitely wearing a disguise."

"Anything else?" Percy prodded.

"I don't know!" Annabeth snapped at him, putting her head in her hands with a groan. "You know that it's very possible that I don't know every monster?"

Percy nodded quietly, thinking. "Maybe he's just a mortal?"

"Yeah," Annabeth said, almost as if she wanted to believe that. "Look, let's just… drop it, okay? It's probably nothing."

Percy nodded and took her hand with an apologetic smile, both of them attempting to put the strange restaurant owner out of their minds.

Fury paced the conference room, refusing to look at the three people sitting at the table. "Are you prepared?"

The man in question nodded, scoffing. "I'm picking up a teenager for a lunch trip over at SHIELD. How hard can it be?"

Fury stopped walking, turning to look at the man with a severe expression etched into his face. "This isn't funny, Barton. You've seen the video of the kid. He may resist coming with you." He put a mocking tone- "It could be very hard."

Barton scowled. "Why me? I'm not a babysitter."

"You are a father," Hill pointed out from her seat across from Barton, and his scowl deepened.

"And because Romanoff wasn't available, so you're my second go to," Fury snapped. "So you can stop arguing, Agent."

Barton stopped arguing.

"You have his residence," Fury continued, pointing to the papers in front of Barton, "As well as places he's frequently seen, his school, his background, his mother's information, his stepfather's information, and his girlfriend's information."

"Thorough," Barton remarked.

Hill almost smiled. Coulson did not.

"I want him here in headquarters in three hours," Fury said. "Not by force."

"Not by force?" Barton asked, crossing his arms. "Then how am I supposed to lure him here?"

"Don't use 'lure'," Hill said quietly.

"You're not a kidnapper!" Fury bellowed. "You're not luring a child into your white van! You are a government worker who is taking a suspicious individual to headquarters for questioning!"

Silence.

"Just go get Jackson," Fury said with a sigh.

Barton stood, saluted Fury, and reached for his bow.

"Don't," Fury said. "Government agent peacefully summoning a citizen. That doesn't require a bow, does it?"

Barton nodded, snatched the folder, and went to leave.

"Wait-" Fury said. "I said a bow, not a weapon." He tossed something to Barton- a bar, with an extendable blade. Barton nodded appreciatively before leaving.

Coulson and Hill looked at each other carefully, not wanting to speak first in the presence of a furious Fury.

"Get out," Fury said quietly. "I need to think."

The two agents had never left a room faster.

Percy couldn't feel anyone's eyes on him.

Well, Annabeth's didn't count, because he had some pretty serious eye contact going on with her. She was laughing almost carelessly, ice cream cone clutched in her hand.

"I didn't think I was that funny, Wise Girl," Percy quipped, grinning. She hit his arm playfully with a smile, almost knocking over his ice cream. "Watch it!"

"Careful, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said with a grin.

Percy happily continued to eat his ice cream, sneaking small glances at his girlfriend, who had a happy expression on her face as she looked across the river.

"How's the internship?" Percy asked.

"It's amazing!" Annabeth exclaimed, turning to him.

"What have you done so far?"

"Well-"

"Excuse me, kids." A strange voice said from above them. Percy looked up to make eye contact with a man in a black jacket and sunglasses.

"Hi?" Percy said, confused. "Can we help you?" Annabeth's hand instinctively went to her hip, searching for her knife, while Percy reached down to his pocket and gripped Riptide.

"I'm Agent Barton," the man said, flipping open a badge. "I need you to come with me, Percy Jackson."