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Chapter Seven

By dearemmahansen

Annabeth stood up, frowning. "I'm sorry, what?"

The man straightened, which was kind of ridiculous- he was already taller than her. "I need your friend to come with me for a moment."

Annabeth's mind lit on fire. "No."

Percy stood, putting a hand on her arm. "Annabeth, it's okay." She frowned as he looked the man, Agent Barton, in the eye, taller than the agent in question. "Why?"

"You've been brought up by a citizen as a suspicious individual. A special director would like to speak to you."

Percy shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I'm not coming with you."

Agent Barton frowned. "It's not a question."

"Look man," Percy continued, his hand moving out of his pocket- Riptide. "Don't, okay? I'm having a nice day with my girlfriend, so could you please leave us alone?"

Agent Barton sighed. "No can do, kid." His hand rested on something on his hip. "It's required."

Percy groaned, and Annabeth could see his mind conflicted. This guy didn't give off any monster vibes, and Percy was very much against fighting mortals.

Annabeth was on the other end of the spectrum. Agent Barton was reaching for a weapon, and if he was resorting to violence, she was going to have to as well. She didn't know why the government wanted Percy, but it obviously was something to do with his powers. She didn't know how, but clearly they'd slipped up… the Mist hadn't hidden them well enough…

"We need you to leave us alone," Annabeth said clearly.

Agent Barton sighed. They were clearly annoying him, but Annabeth wasn't just going to let him take Percy with no real explanation. "Again, can't. So, Mr. Jackson, if you could please walk with me?"

The man walked here? A government agent walked to pick up a subject of questioning? No, this wasn't normal. Annabeth reached over to grab Percy's hand- a quick message. We need to get out of here.

Percy pushed in his chair and squeezed Annabeth's hand back, understanding what she was thinking. "I don't think you understand. You need to leave."

"Is that a threat, Mr. Jackson?" The man asked. "Because if so, I must remind you that I work for the government and it's a very serious offense to threaten a government agent."

Percy frowned, but Annabeth was positively livid. "Maybe it is a threat," she spat. This man was agonizing. She wasn't totally informed on the workings of the government, if anyone truly was, but she had a pretty good feeling that people should be allowed to refuse summonings, especially if there was no clear reasoning behind being called in.

Agent Barton looked furious. "I need you to leave me alone, kid."

Annabeth narrowed her eyes and her hand wrapped around the hilt of her dagger, letting go of Percy's hand. Now.

Percy looked across the street, to where the Hudson River flowed. She really hoped he wasn't going to do anything with the river- that would be foolish. But she looked down, and saw that the water from their cups were rising from the glasses, forming a large bubble of water that was floating in the air in front of Barton. Barton looked confused for a moment- he was a mortal. A mortal seeing through the Mist. But he quickly realized what Percy was doing, almost looking tired as he stared at Percy. "Please refrain from using any-"

"I'll refrain when you leave me and my girlfriend alone."

Agent Barton pulling something from his waistband… a nightstick? Whatever it was, it was long, pipe shaped, and definitely looked like it could do some damage. Seeing this, Annabeth whipped out her knife, pointing it at Barton's hand. "Drop the weapon."

"You too, young lady," Barton hissed.

Annabeth took a step around the table, still pointing the dagger at Barton. "Leave us alone, before something goes seriously wrong."

"You should be smarter than this," Barton warned. "You're not just some normal teenager with a weapon."

Annabeth had grown up hearing that phrase. You should be smarter than this. Hearing it again lit her on fire, her vision turning red."Get away from us, please."

Agent Barton snapped his wrist, the nightstick doubling in length. "Don't-"

Annabeth snarled, her hand twitching around her knife, but she couldn't act. Percy snapped. The large bubble of water smashed on top of Barton's head, dousing the guy and leaving him spluttering.

"How-how did you-" the agent gasped, shaking the water from his face.

"Don't talk to her like that," Percy snapped.

"Percy," Annabeth warned, looking at the faces of the passerby. They hadn't quite noticed, but she could tell by some of the civilian's faces that they could tell that something fishy was going on.

Percy wasn't listening to her. He was advancing on Agent Barton, a small storm forming above his head as lightning flashed. He was summoning another hurricane. Barton watched him, less impressed than she'd expected. Just tired and annoyed.

"Percy, don't do anything stupid!" Annabeth exclaimed, lunging towards her boyfriend. He paused from moving any closer, looking at her with confusion.

Barton was stumbling back, apparently assuming that his nightstick would be pointless against the storm cloud. "I'm not trying to anger you, my boss needs you. That's it!"

Annabeth could tell he was honest, but she didn't want him taking Percy anywhere. Not being who they were. Plus, with Percy's impulses, who knows what he might end up saying that could get him hurt.

Percy pushed closer to the Agent, the cloud growing larger. "You're not taking me anywhere."

The water in the Hudson was growing agitated, responding to Percy's emotions. Barton looked very annoyed by this sixteen year old pushing him around, and he reached to shove Percy's shoulder.

Annabeth saw the flash of anger in his eyes, and knew what was coming. "Percy, NO-"

SPLASH!

"Oh my gods," Annabeth whispered.

Percy turned to her eyes wide. "I did the Moana thing."

The water from the Hudson had reached up and grabbed Barton, tugging him down into the river. Annabeth cut across the street, pushing through mortals that looked stunned. She didn't even want to imagine what they thought they saw.

She peered over the barrier between the street and the river, and sure enough, there was Agent Barton spitting dirty water from his mouth and treading water.

Annabeth turned to a stunned Percy, who looked like he knew what she was going to say before she said it.

"We need to go."