Coulson is a douche

*Disclaimer, All rights belong to Marvel Comics and Rick Riordan

Story is by the fantastic lildrummerboi I'm just reposting with minor edits

Chapter 1

He opened the door to his apartment and slowly trudged in, his steps slow and staggered, heavy under the weight of all of his equipment. He wasn't sure he would be able to make it to his bed, it had taken every last ounce of willpower not collapse during the debrief, the drive home, and the subsequent walk up the three flights of stairs to his modest studio overlooking Central Park. It was small and there was always a lingering smell of… something, but Percy was almost never in town long enough to really make use of the small apartment so he generally didn't pay too much attention to it.

This was one of perks of working for a shadowy government organization. There weren't many, but free room in board, in New York City? Overlooking the only real green for miles? That's a no brainer right there.

Dropping his duffel on the floor by the couch he wandered into the kitchen, and threw open the fridge. He was surprised to find, not the haphazard mess of half eaten meals and instant microwave dinners he had left, but instead, a plethora of full course meals, wrapped and ready in several large Tupperware containers.

He smiled and chuckled lightly under his breathe, even at the age of twenty-four, his mother insisted on taking care of him. Not that you would ever catch him complaining mind you, his mother was his world, yes he was a momma's boy and pretty damn proud of it too, he just hoped that she didn't drive herself to crazy worrying about him, as she was known to do.

Blindly reaching and grabbing the nearest container, at a quick glance he was pretty sure that it was some chicken breasts and rice, and threw it in the microwave to heat up. Doing the best to ignore the grumbling in his stomach, he decided to do something about the aches in his body, which had returned in tour-de-force. Reaching into the cupboard over the sink, he grabbed a cup; he filled it with icecold water and downed the entire thing in a few quick gulps

The effects were immediate, the tension and soreness that had permeated his entire body vanished, and the fog threatening to completely engulf his mind started to clear. Setting the cup in the sink with a satisfied smack of his lips he caught sight of something blinking out of the corner of his eye. He walked over to the answering machine, sitting on a small table next to the couch.

Seeing the messages, a whopping total of three despite being completely incommunicado nearly three months, flashing on the screen he hit the button and listened as the microwave beeped and he walked over to settle into his well deserved meal.

"Percy, it's Hank, Just wanted to let you know that Mary and Christina are both adjusting well, thanks again for bringing them in, talk to you soon." Beep.

"Mr. Jackson, it's Marissa Thompson from Doctor Martin's office, we're calling to remind you of your appointment on Wednesday the eighth, that's next week. Thank you and we hope you have a nice day." Beep

"Hey Sweetie, it's me, just calling to remind you that Laura's recital is Thursday at Seven, if you can't make it we understand but if you're back in town we'd love to see you! We miss you! Love you sweetheart hope to see you soon!" Beep.

Crap, he completely forgot about the recital, in his defense though it had been three months, who could blame him? To explain, his baby sister Laura had decided the year before that she was going to be ballerina, cliché yes, but nobody could deny that she was extremely talented for her age. Besides, nobody could deny her a damn thing; she always knew just what buttons to press to get exactly what she wanted. Barely seven years old and already had everyone in her family wrapped around her delicate fingers, but Percy didn't think he'd have it any other way.

Family was just too important to him now, it always had been important but in the last six years or so it took on brand new meaning for him, he understood family and the love and need for one better than he ever did as a kid. It was why he left the world he knew behind, and it was why he did the things he did, he didn't mind throwing himself into danger day after day if it meant that he could to see his baby sister's eyes light up, and his mother smile one more time.

Glancing over to the clock on the wall and checking the date, he groaned around his food, he was really looking forward to a night on his couch, with some baseball, and beer. But, being the loving and wonderful son that he was, he made his way to his bedroom for a quick change into something more appropriate. Opting for his work suit, exchanging the black tie that screamed, 'Hi! I'm a federal agent' for a navy blue one. Also making sure to grab the three small packages from his duffel, carefully wrapped in beautiful silken covers. He liked to grab small little gifts and trinkets for his family whenever he left the country, it always helped to remind him exactly why he had to do the things he did. And seeing his Laura jump up and down excitedly before hugging him like there was no tomorrow made it even better.

Throwing the remnants of his dinner in a container, he did a quick, half-hearted cleanup before running back out the door and towards his car. While it was a far cry from a Maserati, he could hardly complain about a vintage mustang. The fact that it was blue certainly helped.

BREAK

Traffic was awful, as expected of NYC, and despite breaking every speed law possible when he could actually get going, he barely made it in time. He took a seat in the back of the large auditorium; far enough away that he didn't disturb the other patrons as he came in but still close enough that he would be able to see everything that was happening. The lights went down almost as soon as he hit the seat and couldn't contain his smile as Laura and her troupe came on stage.

He was always a little taken aback every time he laid eyes on his little sister, she was a carbon copy of her mother, her long brown hair cascading down her back, and her mothers bright blue eyes shinning in excitement and nervous eagerness. She thrived in the spotlight, something Percy couldn't help but be envious of, he always did his best work when he thought no one was watching him but his little sister seemed to do her best when the lights were shinning down.

It was a beautiful routine, exciting and engaging, or as engaging as it can be when the performers are six, seven, and eight year olds. When he was younger he would never have been caught dead at a ballet recital. He had never been one for classical forms of entertainment, however soon after his inauguration into SHIELD Phil began dragging him to ballets and operas and symphonies.

Citing that if he was going to be an agent of SHIELD that he was going to need to be a more well-rounded and cultured individual. He almost snorted. Sure it had come in handy every once in a while, but deep cover ops, posing as some posh and affluent member of high society was more Nat's territory than his.

Still, he mused silently, watching the dancers twirl and pirouette on the grand stage in a beautifully simple and adorably captivating fashion, if he was able to sit here and watch and enjoy his baby sister perform majestic feats such as these, then it was well worth it.

With a beautiful flourish, the dancers called their routine to an end to tumultuous applause. Standing up with a large smile on his face, he brought his hands together excitedly. Going out into the lobby as the rest of the audience began filling out of the auditorium, he waited a few moments before his eyes settled on his family.

Percy would swear up and down that his mother seemed to have a built in radar for when he was around, it was the only way to explain how she always knew he was right behind her, but maybe it was just a mother thing. "Percy! You made it!" Sally Jackson said happily, her large grin threatening to split her face in half, as she all but ran towards him, throwing her arms around him, "I wouldn't miss this for anything." He said, embracing her tightly, taking a brief moment to lose himself in the safe and familiar comfort of his loving mother, before turning in her grip to address his stepfather. "Hey there, Paul, how're you doing?" He said, taking a hand off his mother's back and grasping his stepfather's hand tightly.

"I'm doing well Percy, hell of a show huh?" He said, pride evident in his eyes. "It was incredible." Percy said, "It seems like every time I watch her she's ten times better than before." Paul laughed and simply nodded his head in agreement, he looked like he was about to say something else when the backstage doors opened and the dancers poured into the lobby, it didn't take Percy very, or Paul all too long to see the small brown haired bullet running their way

"Oh baby, you were incredible out there, you were so beautiful and graceful" cooed Sally, unshed tears beginning to shine in the corners of his eyes, as she tore away from Percy and hugged her daughter.

"Mom!" Laura groaned, her face reddening in embarrassment. "People are staring!" "Don't fight it kiddo, the more you fight it, the tighter the hold becomes." Percy chuckled.

Laura turned in her mother's arms, her eyes widening slightly, after all it was not often that she got to see her older brother. He always felt guilty that he wasn't more active in his sister's life that her reaction to seeing him was always more akin to shock that he was actually around and still kicking rather than just a pleasant, albeit unexpected, surprise.

"Percy! You came!" she shouted as she finally found her voice and managed to pry herself free of her mother's grip and launched herself at Percy, who staggered slightly as the small brown bullet rammed into his midsection.

Wrapping his arms around her small frame he picked her up, despite her protests to the contrary she was still small enough that he could do it, and a warm smile making its way onto his face. "You killed it out there tonight short-stack" "Did you see me during the second act, I was worried I wouldn't hit my mark, because I was missing it rehearsal but I nailed it and Rebecca…" She went on rambling; Percy smiled, he thrived for moments like these, where it was just him and his little but loving family, no stress, no plots to end the world, just family.

In his line of work, and even in his times before SHIELD, he found that taking time to appreciate the quiet moments, like this one, were extremely important. When you weren't sure what tomorrow was going to bring, you needed to learn to take advantage of what you had while you had it.

Grinning down at Laura as she babbled, he snuck a quick look at mother, and gestured softly to the doors. Nodding at him, a watery smile on her face as she watched her children, Sally grabbed Paul by the hand and began steering their way out of the small building, saying goodbye to a few of Laura's friends along the way.

They were out into the parking lot before Laura rounded on him completely, "Where is it?" she asked her dancing in the late summer sun. Of course he knew that she was referring to the present currently sitting in the backseat of his car, but he wasn't going to fold that easily, he was made of sterner stuff. Or at least that's what he liked to believe at any rate. The truth was though that he could withstand torture, interrogation and every type of malicious evil associated with his type of employment, but he could never last more than five minutes when looking at little Laura Jackson.

Dammit.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about" He said innocently, he would at least make her work for it a little bit, out of the corner of his he could see that his mother and Paul had stopped walking and began watching the interaction with a familiar look of fondness and amusement. They could at least try and help him out here couldn't they.

Yeah right. They absolutely loved to watch him sweat.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about" She demanded squeakily stomping her foot down to the ground in a painfully familiar way and dammit he most certainly did not coo, he was far too macho for that. He wouldn't break though and opted instead to raise a brow in mock confusion, he deserved an Oscar for this, "Where's my present, you always bring a present." She demanded, "Well maybe I might have picked something up when I was abroad." He said airily, waving his hand non-committedly as he did so. "But if I did potentially have something for you" he started, crouching down so they were at eyelevel "That wouldn't be the way to go about asking for such things now would it?"

He would be the first to admit that he spoiled her rotten but no one could say that he wasn't drilling common courtesy into her head either.

Seeing no point in denying her any longer, he motioned for her to stop and close her eyes, before telling her that he would be right back. He briskly walked the remaining few feet to his car before unlocking it, reaching into the backseat, and plucking out the three small packages that were sitting on the leather bench in his backseat.

"All right kiddo, you can open your eyes" he said with a quiet smile dancing on his lips. Her eyes shot open as she grabbed at the package he was holding out, shouting a quick "Thank you Percy!" as she tore into the wrapping. Laughing he tossed the other two presents town his mother and Paul nodding at them in answer to their questionable looks.

As Laura squealed in delight, clutching onto her new handmade doll, and his mother and step-mother gasped in surprised delight at their own gifts, a set of texts from the state library in Budapest for Paul, and quill and ink set for his mother, and Percy felt a wave of peace and happiness wash over him for the first time in months.

Tonight was a good night.

BREAK

Pizza, beer, family, and baseball, this was definitely better than another lonely night in his apartment, on his couch.

Stretching his arms above his head he stood, blithely listening to Paul and Laura argue over baseball, and made his way back to the kitchen to help his mom clean up.

Grabbing the nearest stack of dirty dishes and walking over to the sink he set to work, his mother just rolling her eyes exasperatedly at him. She hated it when he tried to help her out around the kitchen; it was her turf, but how could anyone argue against someone like him helping out, it made the process and subsequent clean up that much easier, but she had since given up attempting to argue with him about it. Stubbornness was a familial trait.

"How long are you back?" She asked quietly, as to not disturb the occupants in the other room. "I'm not sure" He replied honestly, "they tend to not really give me much notice before they call me in." He had, at one point, tried to hide his work from his mother, he had lied to himself that it was for her own safety and that this was what would be best for her.

He had lasted about a week.

And while she wasn't exactly thrilled that he was once again throwing himself face first into danger, she knew there would be no arguing him out of it. He was a warrior, she knew that even she didn't like to admit it, and deep down she also knew that he would never be able to just sit down and have a normal nine-to-five job.

He just wasn't programmed that way.

She sighed, a low and pitiful sound that wrenched his heart a little, before putting on a smile, that smile that she always wore when she tried to hide how she was truly feeling. He knew that his being away scared her, the uncertainty that came whenever he walked out the door, that he might never walk back through it.

He set down his dishes and wrapped her up in a tight hug, hoping that she understood what he was trying to get across to her. He had never been very good at expressing himself, but she always managed to understand him perfectly.

Mom's, there really is nothing that they can't do.

"So" she began, breaking off the hug and turning back towards the dishes, "are you seeing anyone yet, I don't like the idea of you constantly coming home to an empty apartment, it's not good for you."

He rolled his eyes.

Here we go.

"And don't give me that old 'I'm never home and it wouldn't be fair to her' malarkey, there are plenty of nice young ladies out there who would kill for a charming and handsome young man like you"

"Mom-" he began, before she cut him off, "And I know that you're not still hung on Annabeth so please don't feed me that nonsense either" "If you would just-" he tried again, "How about that nice girl down the hall from you? Or maybe even Natasha? She's nice!"

That made him pause, he had introduced Nat and Clint to his family a little over a year ago, and they joined him periodically to family dinners, but him and Natasha? He couldn't stop himself, it started as a light chuckle, which quickly evolved into laughter, and then outright guffawing.

His mother shot him a venomous glare, obviously not appreciating his levity. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he straightened up and tried to sort himself out a little.

He took a breath and composed himself before attempting to address his mother, "Listen mom, I appreciate the thought but no, just no, ignoring SHIELD protocols about interdepartmental relations, she is not my type."

"Well why's that?" She demanded, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes again, she just would not let this go. "Hard to have a trusting relationship with someone who lies for a living." He said sarcastically. "Just let it go mom, I'll find someone on my own time, ok? And besides, I'm just…" He was unsure how to say how he really felt, it had been so long that he couldn't properly formulate the words necessary to express the conflicting emotions he felt whenever these talks sprang up.

The idea of being with anyone but her still set him on edge, it just seemed… wrong somehow. Like the wind was slowly draining from his lungs and chest was constricting in on itself.

"At some point" His mother began slowly and softly, a quiet edge to her voice, "You're going to have to let her go Percy, you can't keep holding onto her forever like this, it's just not healthy." She was gripping the countertop tightly now, her knuckles turning white as a painfully familiar wetness gripped at the corner of her eyes

"You talk about her like she's dead or something mom…" He replied lowly, his head hunching over slightly as he tried to avoid her burning gaze, "And I just don't think you fully grasp exactly why we decided to go the route we did." He let out a small breathe he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Well if you would only talk to me, get me to understand then maybe- " "No!" he cut her off vehemently and violently. Not entirely shouting but loud enough that he could see in the reflection of the refrigerator that Laura had looked over to them. He could not, and would not talk about that with his mother. She had a hard enough time with things as it was and he had a feeling that if he told her the real reason that he and Annabeth had ended things, that it would be a meltdown of utterly biblical proportions.

She set her jaw and had a look in her eye that said that the conversation was far from over, however, before she could continue her interrogation they were interrupted by a ringing from Percy's pocket.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he looked at the number before groaning loudly, "you gotta be kidding me man…" he muttered under his breathe before flipping it open and answering.

"Jackson" he said, barely keeping the annoyance out of his voice. A man answered on the other end; his voice low, clipped, and professional. "We need you to come in." he said, "sir, with all due respect I got back less than four hours ago, I'm with my family, can't you get someone else for whatever the heck this is right now."

"Stark has been found" was the only reply he got. That got his attention; Stark had been missing for months. The leading legal arms dealer in the country went missing a few months ago, supposedly kidnapped by one of the world's most dangerous terrorist organizations, you can bet that SHIELD was scrambling.

Organizations like SHIELD prided themselves on knowing things, they're called intelligence agencies for a reason, so not knowing where the owner of a multi-billion-dollar weapons manufacturer, who had just finished selling brand new, all-powerful warheads in Afghanistan, was, was a bit of a kick to teeth. Last he had heard, they had even opened up an entire branch specifically designated to locating and rescuing him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, there was no way of talking himself out of this one, and "alright I'll be out first thing in the morning." "Your flight leaves JFK in four hours." And the call ended.

That was so infuriatingly Coulson that it hurt, he looked at his mother, an apology already on his lips but before he could say anything his mother cut him off, she was good at that, begrudging understanding written on her face.

"It's ok honey, I understand." She gave him a reassuring smile and he felt relief flow into his system. He hugged her tightly before going back into the living room to say his goodbyes.

"But you just got here!" Laura cried out, her bright eyes shinning in betrayal, he felt his heart pull again, that was exactly the same look his mother gave him when he first left for SHIELD. He ruffled her head a little as he knelt down to her level, "I know kiddo, but sometimes when you're a grown up sometimes you have to do things that you don't like or don't want to." "Then I never want to grow up, being grown is dumb!"

That drew out a laugh from everyone in the room, his grin threatening to split his face in two, Percy reached out and embraced his little sister. He shook hands with Paul, gave one last hug to his mother and made his way out the door.

Coulson seriously owed him for this.

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After a brief stop back at his apartment to grab some supplies, ultimately unnecessary as when he arrived a fully packed duffle laid neatly on top of his bed, with a manila envelope, Stark's file, perched on top. He made it to JFK with roughly two hours to spare.

Security was always an adventure when you were a SHIELD agent. You would think the weapons would make it difficult but it was usually the badge always getting pulled aside, searched thoroughly, and haveing your credentials questioned, an unfortunate side effect to working for a secret government agency, then proceed to sit quietly for about an hour as the mess gets sorted out.

With his identity and credentials verified by unimportant SHIELD agent number one, he made his way to the nearest café; he would need an ungodly, amount of caffeine to get him through the next few hours.

Between now, and when his plane landed in Malibu, he would need to bring himself up to speed with every minute, insignificant, and seemingly irrelevant detail of Tony Stark's life.

This was something that was often overlooked when considering the occupation of superspy, the sheer amount of reading. Percy hated reading. So you can imagine how much he enjoyed this aspect of his job. In short, he despised it, sure aspects could be interesting, disturbing, even downright funny, typically; though, it was unquestionably boring.

Hence the coffee.

And the donuts, lots and lots of donuts.

Donuts, were a necessity for a nice, old fashioned, cram session. The sugar was good for higher brain function, sure every physician he had ever met with disagreed with him, but Percy was adamant. He simply could not get through a night of files without a hell of a lot of sugar.

He's not a child, he just knows his body and what it needs better than some "professional".

And so he proceeded to waste away two hours of his life, pouring over Stark's early years. And from what he was reading he quickly deduced one thing.

Daddy issues. Lots and lots of daddy issues.

Apparently after having worked side by side with Captain America himself, Howard Stark was not easily impressed. Least of all by his own son, not even graduating MIT before most people learn to drive was enough to repair the fractured relationship.

And because Howard and his wife died when Tony was only twentyone, they never had an opportunity to try and repair the relationship. And Percy thought his family life could be messy. Great, now he was getting all sentimental again.

Refocusing Stark's approach to life began to make more sense, it seemed as though his every action was taken subconsciously to please his father. The man was a mess and the rampant alcohol abuse probably didn't help much either.

This would not be a fun assignment; Percy was certain of it.

Snarky sarcastic assholes with deep seeded daddy issues tend not to like each other all that much. Go figure.

Checking his watch he stood and stretched. Pausing briefly to enjoy the popping his back made as he loosened his stiff joints. Maybe he could file disability aid for all the back problems cause by crappy airport seating he'd endured.

Meandering over to the gate he arrived just in time to hear, "Flight 343, service to Los Angeles will now begin pre-flight boarding."

Percy idly checked his ticket again, before scoffing and rolling his eyes. Despite tearing him away from his family and some well-deserved R&R, for a red eye flight to deal with some utter nonsense he really didn't care about, Phil still couldn't be bothered to even get him a first-class ticket.

Dick.

Taking his place in line as general boarding went underway, he regarded the plane with a wary eye. Even after all this time he didn't like being in the air. At this point it didn't even really have anything to do with his estranged Uncle, though he would be lying if he said he didn't believe the man would blast him out of the sky given the chance.

No, for some strange reason the thought of being trapped in a tight metal tube, thousands of feet in the air, well away from any stable ground or water made him uneasy. What a weirdo right?

Following the line as it crawled slowly forward, seriously why is boarding an airplane such a slow process, he silently despaired as his mind shifted back to the stack of papers in his bag.

Reading is the absolute worse. He did a quick mental count, realizing that it would probably be for the best, he discretely pulled a pill out of a container in the lining of his pants before popping it into his mouth while feigning a small yawn.

The pill, he forgot what the name of it was, was a brilliant little development by Dr. Bruce Banner. While he had originally designed the little pill to help stave off the more unseemly aspects of his colorful personality, it was supposed to be a stress reliever. It also had the added effects of inducing a hyper awareness and focus, not dissimilar to a cocaine high.

For that reason alone, and a litany of side effects such as, but not limited to: internal bleeding, aneurysms, and strokes; it was designed, after all, to help suppress an enormous green rage monster; it had been banned by the FDA.

SHIELD, however, immediately saw the benefits and began working on a way to lessen the side effects. The result? Basically Adderall mixed with Xanax and a touch of Prozac. Basically a super drug that helped agents manage the extreme emotions of the job.

Percy needed them for flying. Things tended to… break when he got stressed out and typical medications didn't exactly work for guys like him.

Just as the medication's effects began to take hold, he reached the ticket counter. He smiled at the bored, middle-aged woman behind the counter, as he handed over his ticket. Taking it back with another smile he meandered down the jet way before stopping.

Again.

This was definitely another reason he hated flying. It took too damn long. As also evidenced by the six-hour flight ahead of him. He sighed, for what felt like the umpteenth time that day, and set about waiting again.

Some six and a half hours later saw a bleary eyed Percy emerge from the main terminal and into baggage claim at LAX. He'd barely had time to truly process his surroundings before he caught sight of his boss. Or one of his bosses; it was confusing all right?

Phil Coulson looked like he had been ripped out of the encyclopedia under "Fed". From his dark short cropped hair, to his suit and even his watch. The type of guy you see on the street, before waling the other way because you want no part of whatever is about to go down.

He was holding a small white sheet of construction paper with "Percy Jackson" written in large, dark letters on it.

Percy very nearly snorted. Nearly. As good as Coulson was, he really never got the point of covert.

Making his way over to the man, Coulson quickly greeted him, "Jackson." He said, "You're looking haggard." Percy shot him a glare, and received only a blank stare in response. "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response." Percy said as they began walking towards the exit, his voice heavy with fatigue.

"Here" Coulson said, thrusting an object in front of persons nose. "Oh god you're the best" Percy responded, taking the cup of coffee from the man and taking a long drink. " You even remembered the cream and sugar!" Percy said, delighted.

Coulson turned another blank stare his way, I still don't understand how you can drink that swill."

Leaving the building they began making their way into the adjacent parking garage, Coulson slightly ahead of Percy, leading the way.

"Yeah well, you drink your coffee straight black like some kind animal. It's unnatural" came Percy's indignant rebuttal.

Honestly how can anyone give him grief for adding a little cream and sugar to his coffee if they drank it straight like some kind of heathen?

Coulson didn't reply this time, opting to remain silent the rest of the way to the car. Percy was content to comply and stuck to drinking his caffeinated beverage and attempting to clear the clouds that were threatening his thinking.

They finally made it to the car, a black something or another, Percy didn't know cars exceptionally well except that it seemed exceedingly average. He waited until they were down the ramp and off airport property before asking, the last of the fogginess leaving his head.

"So what are we really doing here?" Coulson didn't say anything at first, instead, and without taking his eyes of the road, tapped on the dashboard a few times and video screen popped up with a video queued up of what looked like a desert. "This video was taken by our satellites 48 hours ago, about 40 miles from our Bagram base in Afghanistan."

He hit play, still looking only at the road, and Percy watched what looked like a the tail of jet streak across the sky, before the video cut and zoomed in to show a pixelated image. "What the hell…" Percy muttered as he clicked on the screen to zoom in more on the image. "Is that… is that a metal suit?" He asked, incredulous.

"We believe so, yes" "And this is what we need to interrogate Stark about?" A nod. "We know who it is?" instead of responding, Coulson merely resumed the video, and Percy watched as the metal man's suit began sputter before losing all thrust and plummeting to the sandy earth below.

"Wait a minute… is that Stark?" Another nod, "How in the hell did he manage to build that?!" "That's exactly what we intend to find out, and also where your mission begins"

Percy furrowed his brow, quizzically before realization dawned on him. "You don't think he'll consent to debriefing do you? So you want me to watch and see if he does this again, don't you?" A third nod. "We believe that Stark has also found the source of powerful renewable energy. There was no jet fuel in that machine if you didn't notice; it was propelled by something else entirely. We believe that whatever it was that Stark used to make that could be used in a more beneficial manner."

Percy snorted, "The fact that he managed to manufacture a potential new weapon doesn't hurt either." Coulson said nothing for a moment, before he said "I don't think I need to tell you how many lives can be saved if we manage to automatize warfare, or even prevent it from happening at all. This could be the key to that."

Percy said nothing, knowing that Coulson wasn't exactly wrong, rubbing the bridge of his nose, as he felt the beginnings of a headache come on, he knew one thing.

This was going to suck.

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