(Marvel's Thor and Loki will be how I write them in this version, not Rick Riodian's version. Thor and Loki are god-like on their planet, Asgard, but on Earth they're more of a standard Demigod level. they aren't as powerful as the Greek gods. They aren't immortal, have no godly forms, but have their powers just like Marvel movies. Let me know if that doesn't make sense)

Tony's POV

Even as much as he didn't want to admit it, the Avengers needed help.

Tony had hoped by giving Percy and Annabeth a clue by his card, that they would come crawling to him, begging for answers. Almost as if Fury knew, he had Percy and Annabeth captured by shield. So much for that plan.

Tony and Steve got into the back of a limo. Happy already knew where they were going. It was a tense car ride for Tony. He didn't know what to expect. He pulled up some information on mutants on the ride over. What little he did find, increasingly annoyed him.

"Anything good?" Steve asked, looking out the window at the bustling city.

"No." Tony replied. "It's like I'm not allowed to see anything cool."

"I'm sure Fury will tell us what he needs to know."

"I wouldn't count on it." He scoffed. "I doubt he'll even let me in there."

"Then why are we going?" Steve asked, finally looking over at Tony.

He couldn't admit that he cared about Percy, but had only personally met him once. He'd known the kid for years. "I never said I wasn't going to try." He replied.

Steve nodded in approval. "I see."

Tony couldn't concentrate. With a small sigh, he dialed Clint's number, watching as it went to voicemail. Last he saw Clint, he was supposed to warn Percy. Obviously, he hadn't reached the kid in time. So where was Clint now?

Clint had never been so furious in his life. Tony had waited two weeks to tell him his brother and brother-in-law had been taken by Fury. He was going to strangle Fury, and when he was done, he was going to strangle Tony. He gave no fucks. Nobody harmed his family. Nobody.

He marched right into Shield HQ. Everyone gave him a wide berth when they saw how furious he looked. He pushed the button on the elevator, nearly breaking it from how angry he was.

The elevator music came on, and he found it made him even angrier. His fingers flexed as he curled his hand into a fist. Just as he began to figure out where the speaker for the music was to punch it, the doors opened. He stomped his way out of the elevator, down into the helm of the ship where he knew Fury would be.

Fury didn't seem to be surprised to see him there. "Well, look who finally showed up to the party."

He wasn't in the mood for fury's jokes. "You know why I'm here, then."

"I think I missed that part." Fury's voice was cold. "I don't recall inviting you."

"See, this is where we have a problem." He responded, his voice equally cold. His anger was hidden between his words, but he knew Fury would be able to hear it. "You kidnapped my nephew and his wife and you're going to release them, right now."

"I don't think so." Fury stated. "They're a threat to national security."

"On what grounds?"

"Suspicion of being mutants. We're going to find out what they do and when I do, I'm going to put them somewhere they'll never hurt anyone."

His breaths came in ragged growls. He wanted to strangle Fury right then and there. "Not hurt anyone?!" He balled his fists, taking every bit of strength he had not to strangle Fury. "Do you even hear yourself?!"

"Let me explain something to you." Fury says, ignoring Clint's comments. "Nearly eight years ago, I noticed a system breach in shield's records. So, I had my people investigate. Turns out, our good friend, Tony Stark hacked my systems. Turns out, it was so he could use our satellites to look for a missing kid. Percy Jackson. Who had no ties to Tony at all. Weird, isn't it? So I waited. And I watched. My patience paid off. I found the connection. You, Clint Barton. But here's where it gets odd. I looked over old footage, and you know what I found? Percy Jackson, fighting in the Battle of New York. Percy Jackson, in the middle of the unknown events of August 18, in the middle of what turned into a battle zone. I want to know why, and how, that every time something big happens, Percy Jackson is involved on any scale. Until I have my answer, he stays here."

He turned around and walked back toward the elevator. He would just break Percy out himself. He cursed in Greek under his breath.

Percy felt like he had been run over by the Minotaur. His mouth was dry and everything hurt. He moved his arm so that he could roll over– he was laying on his back and he was a stomach sleeper– when he noticed his arm wouldn't move. He tried his other arm. Neither arm moved, and his wrists were cold. What the–

He opened his eyes. The room was blindingly white, and he noticed he was hooked up to several monitors. His clothes were gone, and he instead was wearing an ugly hospital gown. He mustered up his strength, and began to pull his arms free of the metal.

"Annabeth?" He said quietly, looking around. He was alone in the room.

As soon as he was fully awake and alert, he felt a needle poke his neck. He didn't even notice the needle there, let alone be able to try and dodge it. He was out in an instant, the back of his head smacking the table.

When he came to the next time, he noticed he was laying in a cell. He sat up in an instant, looking around. The cell itself was nondescript, with gray walls with a white line through the middle of them. Standing up, he noticed a very thick pane of glass that had metal bars behind it.

He was in a fucking prison.

With a quiet hiss, the door in front of him opened and a man walked in. The man was tall, bald, and wearing all black with an eyepatch covering one of his eyes.

"Percy Jackson." The man said. "We finally meet."

"Who the fuck are you?" He growled. "I want to see my wife."

"You are not in a position to make demands." The man said. "How do you know Clint Barton?"

At his comment, he froze, completely flabbergasted. "What?"

"Clint Barton. He is one of the Avengers. Favors a bow and arrow. Ringing any bells?"

The name flashed through his mind. Clint Barton, son of Apollo. What the hell had Clint gotten himself into?

"Yeah, the name rings a bell." He replied smoothly. "He's an Avenger, favors a bow and arrow."

"You listen here. I don't have time for your mind games. Tell me the truth." His voice had turned as cold as ice.

"Why do you want to know, eye patch?" He asked the man.

The man held up a crumpled up photo in front of Percy. He recognized the image right away, it was from his wedding to Annabeth. The picture was of him, Clint, Will and Nico. He thought it over for a few seconds before he answered. "He's a fan. I got to know him a few months before this was taken."

"You're lying."

"People look us up on the internet all the time, eyepatch. We're trending on Twitter." He put his hand on his hip, a smug smile on his face.

"I will not be made a fool again, Jackson." The director growled. "First, di Angelo. Then Clint. What are you hiding?"

He shrugged. "Dunno. What did Nico do to you to piss you off so bad?"

"He escaped from the most secure prison on the planet, taking his husband with him." A new voice said. The door behind the man opened, revealing Tony Stark. "Finest hour of his, I believe. Hardly worthy of someone of Nico's talent, I'd say. S.H.I.E.L.D security is a joke these days—"

"Stark." The man interrupted. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh you know, a little bit of this, a little bit of that." He took his sunglasses off, revealing his brown eyes. "You know, Fury, you should really stop scowling like that. It prematurely ages you."

"Hey, Tony," He smiled lightly in greeting.

"Hi again, Percy. It looks like you're a little locked up." Tony laughed at his own joke.

"You could always help me with that." He told Tony.

"I would," Tony said. "However, you'd never be able to escape like your friend Nico. You see, we're in the middle of the ocean, two hundred meters below sea level."

He had to hold back a grin. Tony had just unknowingly handed him the key to his escape.

"Stark." Fury said.

"What?" Tony said, completely relaxed.

Fury turned around and gestured for Tony to follow him. The door shut, and The room fell silent. Until—

"Percy!" Annabeth screamed.

"Annabeth!" He smacked the glass with his hands. "Are you alright?!"

"Yeah!" She shouted back. "What the fuck happened?"

"We were attacked. They got us."

"Obviously!" She scoffed. "What do we do now?"

This time, he didn't hide his grin. "I'm going to pray."

He sat down on his bed. The mattress squeaked loudly, and he closed his eyes. He felt the water around the ship.

Dad.

His voice hummed around his head. He felt every wave, every rock of the ship. He knew exactly where they were.

I need you.

He sighed. Was his father even listening?

Annabeth and I have been captured by mortals. We need help.

With nobody responding back to him, he felt alone. But he knew, just as the waves rocked the ship, that his father was listening. He could feel the change in the ship.

Annabeth and I are okay. We are unharmed.

He opened his eyes. He felt the waves around the ship calm immediately. He knocked on the window pane in morse code.

Go.