CHAPTER 6: OFF TO THE PENTOUSE/HAPPY ANNIVERSARY SWEETIE

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"Grand!..." he turned to the Maximoff twins, "The flat is yours for as long as I'm away, be good and no parties in the living room"

They nodded.

Percy turned towards the room, "Would you get out here already woman! We're running late!"

Natasha walked out of the room, "Hold on to your sanity Sam, Percy can be a bit… intense at times"

"Pffft! Don't mind her Sam, you'll have a swell time with me"

"I'm sure I will" the potential Avenger mumbled.

Falling into step with Steve, Percy cast a look at the first Avenger, "Steve?…" the war hero turned to face him, "… do you know why I wouldn't change a thing in the past even if had the power to change anything?" Steve shook his head, "Firstly, because all the shit that happened allowed me to meet someone as wonderful as Nat. Secondly…" he paused and smiled eerily, "… my time in Tartarus provided me with a means to travel between dimensions, and of all the multiple versions of myself, only one of me managed to ingrain an ideology in my head…"

Steve swallowed nervously, "What was it?"

Percy's smile turned into a small grin, "Always, always, have a Backup Plan.

NOW:

"So… if I'm hearing you right, your saying that Alexander Pierce is an undercover HYDRA agent and he is just one of multiple undercover agents that have infiltrated SHIELD over the past five decades?" Natasha asked in a neutral tone and with a straight face.

Percy on the other hand, whom was sweating buckets by the way, chuckled nervously, "Heh, yeah?" he asked rather than stated. "When exactly did you learn of this?" she asked again in the same emotionless voice making him gulp, "After SHIELD tried to forcefully retrieve the Tesseract from me" he answered with steadily growing unease.

The red head sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose to indicate her irritation, "And you didn't deem it necessary to inform anyone of this after you joined the Avengers initiative?" she asked again and he got defensive, albeit weakly, "Hey! Cut me some slack, it's very easy to forget to disseminate vital information when you have an info library as big as mine!" he defended before shrinking back as the red head glared at him.

"When this mess has blown over, you're sleeping on the couch for a month"

Percy sweat dropped anime style, "Please, I beg you! Anything but that!" he pleaded.

His pleas went unanswered.

Sam turned to face Steve, "How do you do it?" he asked flatly making the Captain whom was driving to smile faintly, "It's like having a hyperactive younger brother… well, a hyperactive younger brother with ADHD and dyslexia… and a more than abnormal affixation on blood, with a tendency to forget the most vital of information on a regular basis… in other words he's quite the handful."

Sam said no further.

"Where exactly are we headed towards again?" Steve asked as he stopped at a red light, "We're going to one of Percy's penthouses, we'll get stocked up on supplies there" Natasha answered making the sentinel of liberty blink in surprise, "Penthouses? I never took you as the rich type" he stated carefully. Percy fixed him with a deadpan stare, "I have a net worth of three hundred and ninety eight billion dollars… from just five of my aliases alone, I have a total of sixty five aliases… think again"

"Point taken"

"Is it just me, or has that Van been following us since we left New York?" Sam asked uncomfortably.

Steve's eyes widened and he checked his side mirrors for confirmation, and yes indeed there was a black Van with tinted glass that he was ninety nine point nine percent certain he had seen driving right behind them since they left Percy's apartment.

"Do you need a signal or something? Step on it!" Natasha barked.

"… but the lights at red"

All the occupants of the vehicle fixed him with deadpan stares of varying degrees of intensity.

"Really?"

"Tell me that was a joke"

"I'll drive!"

All the occupants of the car paled at that statement but were too slow to do anything as Percy grabbed Steve and with a great (not really, it was a lazy pull more than anything) display of skill and strength, hauled him to the back seat and replace him as the driver of the Sedan.

"Seat belts everybody! Percy and Motors does not take responsibilities for and scrapes, bruises, cuts, dislocations, fractures, possible amputations or decapitations you might encounter during this ferry, so buckle up!"

The terms and conditions were unnecessary and everyone was already buckled up from the moment he was behind the wheel. Seeing that his vict… *ahem* 'passengers' were all buckled up, he kicked back to first gear before tearing forward at an unhealthy speed for first gear, the other drivers from the other intersections horned urgently as the mad man zipped past them.

As suspected, the van followed them and Percy proceeded to move to second gear, increasing his speed by a little, "I'd suggest you all put your heads down now" Percy advised in a perfect flight attendant voice imitation and they were all quick to comply just in time to avoid the bullets that shattered the glass of the sedan. One of the bullets struck him on the temple and that was enough to disorient him, the vehicle swerved to this side, right into the guard rail in such an angle that the vehicle was tilted to the side to stand on its two left tyres…

… and he still kept driving.

"Okay then…" he pulled out a Gold pistol, "… that hurt like a mother fucker…" he broke his side window and took aim at an incoming Truck, "… so it's time to fucking get serious" he squeezed the trigger and a golden bullet went flying, straight into the identification plate of the incoming car where it ricocheted of the metal plate and went straight for the Van's gas tank.

The pursuing van was obliterated in a fiery explosion as the bullet generated a lot of heat via friction to ignite the gas in it.

Percy swerved to the left and regained the balance expected of a driver on the highway, before suddenly braking just as the asphalt were he would have ridded into was pelted with bullets powerful enough to tear through it.

The all too familiar sound of an helicopters rotor blades reached his ears and he rolled his eyes at how cliché this was becoming.

'Meh, still makes me look like a badass so I can't really complain'

With that thought, Percy drove into the opposite lane on the other side of the rode and regardless of the other road users, kicked the vehicle to fifth gear and tore forward… in the wrong direction of a one way road.

Moving on.

The other drivers thankfully had working brain cells to know that you do not attempt to reason with a mad driver by standing your ground and expecting him to do the right thing…

… eh, no rather they quickly swerved to either the left or right (whichever side suited them) to avoid the mad man and get on with their day, they did not want to get involved with whatever shit the government had put themselves in… again.

' These guys are hella' smart' Percy thought to himself before spotting a ramp on the broader side of the side walk a few metres away, 'I have no idea what the hell a ramp of that size is doing on a side walk, but I can't look a gift Horse in the mouth can I?' with a shrug, he swerved once more, towards the guard rails before suddenly braking causing the car to come to an abrupt halt (jolting every one in the vehicle forward… for some reason they all seemed to be praying… *shrug*) and then speeding up again.

The action had the effect of enabling the Sedan jump over the guard rail, after which he picked up the speed again. (AN: I'm pretty sure science doesn't work that way… does it?)

"Sam, once I'm done with the chopper, I want you to check beneath the passenger mat on your side, you'll see a brief case, hand it down to the lovely Natasha in the back seat, she'll know exactly what to do with it"

He nodded.

"Hold on tight, if you won't… well remember the Terms and Conditions"

He sped up and the vehicle ascended the ramp at blazing speeds. The speed was enough to send him up to sixty feet in the air, which happened to be the exact distance between the Helicopter and solid ground.

"Hello!"

The pilots blinked.

"Goodbye!"

Percy fired two shots, and they both hit home and buried themselves in their respective skulls, the windscreen offering no resistance at all to the gold bullets.

The Sedan landed due to the law of Gravity and immediately sped up as soon as the tyres made contact with the asphalt. Not up to five seconds later, the Helicopter crash landed on the same spot. The civilians around immediately scurried away as fast as their legs or vehicles could take them the moment they saw gas leak out of the Choppers gas tank.

Another five seconds later, the once pretty looking piece of combat hardware erupted into a fiery inferno with pieces of shrapnel flying into business places and apartments.

"Sam, you can hand the briefcase over to my sweetheart now" Percy said, the marine nodded uneasily, barely managing to swallow the bile build up that threatened to leave his mouth at any moment, before searching in the given location and bringing out the briefcase, and then shoving it into Natasha's hand as he realized the fact that he was fighting a losing battle before poking his head out his own window and up chucking the contents of his stomach.

"Tch, what a baby. Sweetheart, could you please assemble the Sniper rifle?" he asked sweetly making the only female in the vehicle roll her eyes at how out of place the statement was but the twitch in her lips proved that it was not unwelcome.

She opened the briefcase and blinked, "Um, Percy?" she asked, "Yeah" came his answer, "I don't recognize this rifle model from anywhere" she said with a hint of embarrassment in her voice. He took his eyes of the road to stare at her (an action that caused Sam to increase the amount of puke he was releasing and Steve to increase the intensity of his prayer), "So…?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Her cheeks burned and she had to restrain herself from pouting before mumbling something unintelligible, "Huh?" he asked dumbly. "I don't recognize any of the mechanisms okay!" she blurted out and the intensity of her blush increased. Percy blinked, and while still staring at her ran through a police cruiser (hopefully the cops were smart enough to get out of the car… hopefully), "You're my girlfriend right?" he asked making Natasha glare at him, "Yeah! What does that have to do with anything?" she shot back.

"Well, you being my girlfriend and the woman I love is just a modern way of calling you my mate, and that Sniper rifle has been reforged with my own blood… hence, you as my mate have access to it as well" he explained slowly before placing his attention back to the road, just in time to avoid being run over by a Petroleum tanker.

"Reforge?... with blood?" Sam asked in a confused manner, "Can it Sam!" Percy barked and he went right back to shutting up.

'Poor Guy' Steve thought sadly.

"Look at the sniper Nat, and look at it real close, the human mind is one of the most negatively criticized phenomena in my…"' he coughed a little, "… 'home state', most of said criticism is only justified because humans despite their potential are too lazy to push themselves to their limits and beyond and rather prefer to depend on the ideas and inventions of a single individual or group of individuals at one point in time or another. What I want you to do Nat is to push yourself beyond your self-created limitations of your sense of sight and once you do that, you'll see the world as it really is as opposed to how it appears to be"

Natasha stared at him for a bit longer before shaking her head.

'He has his moments' she thought wittily.

Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and exhaled before staring at the Sniper rifle in her hands and concentrating.

The effects were not instantaneous however, and just when it seemed to her that she was making a fool of herself, the material form of the disassembled Sniper flickered.

She blinked, before increasing her effort, a little bit longer and she gasped as the true form of the rifle was revealed to her.

And it wasn't a sniper rifle.

Heck it wasn't a gun of any sort.

Sitting in the lap of Natasha Romanoff was the most beautiful bow that she had ever seen.

It looked to be fashioned from wood, yet it shone like solid moon beams with intricate designs of the wild carved into it in the form of runes which she couldn't understand.

Long story short, it was a beautiful piece of art.

"H… how… wha…" she was dumbfounded. Percy on the other hand smirked cockily, "That my sweet little Ginger snap it the symbol of Power of the Greek goddess of the hunt, the wild, childbirth and maidens. Well, was. It's yours now sweetheart"

"But, why?" she asked still too shocked to comprehend how he got it in the first place nor why he was giving it to her.

"Thirty minutes ago made our dating time reach 12 months, happy one year anniversary Natasha"

Natasha stared at him intensely making him shudder as he realized that look.

Even the oblivious Steve knew that Percy was going to get some tonight… no matter their time constraints.

Oh well, five hours and he was pulling those two apart no matter the consequences.

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The Olympian council was in session, well not the full council per se, but they couldn't wait for the moon goddess this time.

Suddenly, a silver flash alerted everyone there to the arrival of said goddess.

Only that she didn't arrive on her throne, rather she landed close to the hearth in a bloody heap.

Everyone gasped in shock at her bloody appearance but none more than Apollo who was at her side in an instant and was instantly mortified (pun intended) at her wounds.

There was nothing really spectacular about any of her wounds despite how dangerously deep they were because as a goddess they would all heal in time, rather the wound in particular that caught their attention was the one on her stomach.

Her womb had been gouged out.

It was a messily done job and the person who had done this had no doubt used a crude object and had taken his/her time to tear out the womb.

"He… took… my… bow… I… didn't… stand… a… chance…" Artemis managed to wheeze out before falling into the grasp of unconsciousness.

The throne room exploded into a cacophony of noise and activity.

The number one question was 'Who could have done this?'

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Percy Jackson smiled sinisterly.

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AN: That turned dark faster than I anticipated, we have reached 105k+ views people and quite honestly I shed (manly) tears at that. *sigh* you all spoil me when I don't return the favour, I just love you guys and gals (mostly you girls tho ^o^).

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