A/N: I am so sorry, didn't have computer access over the summer and school has been kinda hectic...anyway I do not own PJO or Avengers. Enjoy!

The Avengers were seated around their dining room table, all but ignoring who stood at the head of the table in favor of throwing glares and wordless accusations at each other.

Fury, who had had enough of their silence, slammed his hands down on the table, making everyone but the two assassins jump in their seats.

"Someone better start explaining exactly exactly what happened. Now." Fury used his one good eye to level a glare at those in front of him, making even Natasha shift uncomfortably in her seat.

When his demand was met with silence Fury straightened, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed.

"Barton."

Clint stiffened.

"Since you are the one who called me, you tell me what happened."

"Well, Cap had found someone," Clint glanced around nervously, "a stray, who he had deemed as someone who need help, so he brought him back here.

"Now that, in and of itself, isn't that bad. It's just..."

Clint sighed, "There was something off about the kid. He said he didn't know anything about the alien war and blamed it on bombs, but Natasha could tell he was lying. Then he-"

Fury held up his hand to interrupt Clint, " 'kid'? Do you guys not know his name?"

"We do. Said his name was Percy." Clint furrowed his eyebrows, "Why?"

Fury, looking slightly alarmed with the revelation of "the kid's" name, leaned on the table (once again) and stared down the Avengers.

"Do you know his last name? What did he look like?" Fury asked each question with such ferocity that Natasha was the only one able to answer.

"He had green eyes, black hair, was somewhere between the height of 5'11'' and 6'0'', and his build was more athletic than anything else." Natasha sat up straighter and stared directly at Fury, "Why?"

Instead of answering Fury pulled his phone out, pressed some buttons, held the phone up against his ear, and spoke.

"I need you to bring me all the files pertaining to one Percy Jackson."

It was noon when Percy finally got the courage to go back to his apartment.

He had made it all the way to the front door when his courage withered away into fear.

Doubts swirled in Percy's head.

What if I'm not welcome? What if Mom hates me? What if she never wants to see me again...?

Percy pressed his lips together, backed away from the door, and walked away, pausing only for a second to look back before shaking his head and continuing on.

Percy was back at the park he had left just moments before. He cut straight through the middle of the park, pass the swings, and sat down on the only bench available there.

He was sitting there, surveying the empty park when he saw the shadows of the trees next to in mold and start to take shape.

Percy scowled and looked away, "What do you want?"

Nico, who looked paler than usual, sat next to Percy on the bench.

"I came to check on you. I'm worried about you, everyone is."

Percy scoffed, "You mean their worried about their hero."

Nico sighed, "We - I just thought-"

"Enough already!" Percy stood and turned towards Nico angrily, "Stop thinking! Whenever you try to think it never goes anywhere good! You and I, of all people, should know that!"

Nico's hands clenched into fists in his lap.

"Percy..." Nico whispered, his head bowed.

Percy started to back up, "No. No, I don't want this-" Percy waived his hands in the air in front of him, "I don't want any of this. Just - just leave me alone."

Percy turned and started walking away. After a couple feet he paused.

"Tell that to everyone else at camp too."

"So...the kid has had a troubled past. I mean, most of us at this table has."

"Steve, this Percy was involved in a nation-wide man-hunt."

"I lied to get into the mili-" Steve trailed off, "That's no where near as bad, is it?"

Tony sighed and rubbed his hands across his face, "No, it isn't."

Bruce spoke up, "If it makes you feel any better I wouldn't have thought him capable of this either."

"That doesn't make me feel any better." Steve pointed out, "but thank you for the effort."

"Your welcome."

"Let's put this on ice - no pun intended capsicle - until Natasha and Clint get back. It'll make it a lot easier to make this decision as a group" Tony said.

Steve and Bruce nodded their heads silently.

Thor and Loki touched down on Midgard in the same place Thor had landed on his first trip to Earth, and were immediately surrounded by SHIELD agents.

Thor grabbed Loki by the wrist and dragged him behind himself while he approached the nearest agent.

"I need to speak to Director Fury. It is the matter of the most importance."