When Steve went to the kitchen for a quick drink in between workouts, he wasn't expecting Percy to be there. It was because of this, coupled with the fact that the lights were dimmed and the sun had yet to rise, that he attacked Percy.

Creeping silently, but swiftly behind what he thought to be an intruder, Steve clenched his hand into a fist and prepared for a fight.

Steve had just thrown a punch, when the alleged stranger turned, caught his fist, and flipped him onto his back.

Steve was up and on his feet in a split second, ready for a fight. Just as he was about to launch another attack, what little light there was shone on Percy, revealing to Steve who he was.

His eyes widening, Steve's mouth dropped open in shock.

Unfortunately for Steve, Percy had yet to see who he was fighting. As a result, the fist he was flinging towards his assailant's face didn't stop until it connected with its target, Steve's face.

Steve clenched his teeth together as he felt his nose break. The force from Percy's punch had sent him reeling backwards into the fridge, causing a vase to fall from the top of the fridge and shatter against the floor.

Percy was still tense and running on adrenaline when he realized who it was that he was fighting.

Percy felt guilt and confusion settle in his stomach. Guilt from the sight of Steve trying to stem the blood flow from his nose and confusion as to why Steve attacked him in the first place.

"What in the world is going on here!?" A shrill voice standing behind Percy exclaimed.

Percy jerked around to see the rest of the Avengers (excluding Thor) standing behind him.

"I-I'm sorry." Percy tripped over his words, "I j-just-"

"I knew it! I knew that you shouldn't be trusted." Natasha jabbed a finger at Percy, "First you lie about where you were during the war, and then you attack Cap. What else are you going to do during your time here? Huh?"

Steve and Percy were the only ones who seemed shocked at her outburst.

"I didn't-" Percy tried to explain but was cut short once again.

"Didn't what? Lie or attack Steve? Cause I'm pretty sure I can prove your lie and the proof that you attacked Steve is right in front of you." Natasha said, waving her hand in Steve's general direction, who was still leaning against the fridge, he hand, face, and shirt covered in blood.

Percy cast his eyes toward the floor.

Several minutes passed by without anyone muttering a single word.

"Percy, I think you should leave." This time it as Tony who spoke.

Percy pursed his lips and stood straighter. "Of course." Turing his head towards Tony he nodded, "Thank you for your…hospitality." Percy said coldly before stalking out of the kitchen and leaving.

Steve stood still for a few more seconds before snapping out of his trance. Steve glared at Tony.

"Why did you just do that?"

Tony's eyes widened before they narrowed into a glare just as fierce as Steve's.

"What do you mean why did I do that?! The kid just attacked you! I know you can be soft hearted but this is just taking things to the next level!"

Natasha was just about to throw in her two cents when Steve bellowed, "I ATTACKED HIM FIRST!"

Natasha raised an eyebrow, unamused by Steve's performance, "Well, if you attacked him, you obviously didn't trust him. Now did you?"

Steve was in the middle of shaking his head when Clint interrupted, "Sorry to interrupt your little fight there, but Fury is on his way. He'll be here any minute actually."

Percy stood in front of his apartment complex, contemplating about whether or not he should go inside. Opting for the second option, Percy continued walking down the street.

At first, he walked aimlessly, having nowhere to go. Then Percy remembered about a park close by.

Changing his direction, Percy headed towards his destination.

Slowly the park came into view. It wasn't much of a park really. It had a small slide that was covered in scratches and graffiti, an old sandbox everybody steered clear of (cats seemed to have taken over the sandbox), and a rusty swing set.

Percy walked over to the swing set and sat down in one, the swing creaking as he did so.

Thinking over the events that had just occurred Percy scoffed.

Name one person you would keep you safer than Captain America.

I would've been safer with myself, Percy thought bitterly.

Percy's hands gripped the chains on both sides of his body and leaned back as far as he could without falling off the swing, at looked up towards the sky.

The sun was just beginning to rise and the sky had taken to an orange color creating a beautiful sunrise.

"Annabeth used to love the sunrises, especially ones like these."

Loki was sitting on the floor of his cell, rolling berries under his foot. He watched the guard standing in front of his cell. He didn't do much, just stood there. Occasionally he would look back at Loki, but other than he only moved when the guards changed.

Loki sighed. It didn't seem as though today would be any different.

Oh how wrong he was. It started with a loud crash and some alarmed shouting. Then a different guard came running up to his.

"Come quick! One of the prisoners have escaped!"

Loki has never seen his guard move faster.

Not even a second had passed since the guard ran off to help, when his mother came running up to his cell.

Loki quickly got up to his feet, squashing the berries underneath his feet as he did so, and ran to meet Frigga.

"Mother, what are you doing here?"

"Getting you out of here." Frigga looked around franticly before releasing the cell wall. "Come." Frigga grabbed Loki's hand and pulled him along with her.

Frigga pulled a confused Loki all the way to the Bifrost, where there was another surprise awaiting Loki.

"Mother, Loki? What is going on?" Thor's voice showing his surprise.

Heimdall only bowed his head, "Lady Frigga"

"I have no time to explain." Figga turned to Thor. "Take your brother to Midgard."

"What-"

"As I said before, I cannot explain. I will deal with your father." Frigga pushed Loki towards Thor. "Heimdall, now!"

"Mother! Why-!"

Loki didn't get to finish as they disappeared in a flash of light.