A/N Welcome back to chapter two! Thank you so much for reviewing my stories, they are literally the best thing in the world to read. Sorry that the last chapter was short, I'll try to make them longer now. Also, Leo's going to be in this story. I know that technically he went back to rescue Calypso, blah blah blah. I'm just going to say that he survived the explosion that killed Gaea.

Tony Stark
The next day
Stark Tower

Tony reviewed the files on his new intern, Annabeth Chase. It was a risky move in hiring her. On one hand, her I. Q. levels were off the chart. On the other hand, she had run away when she was seven and had been kicked out of a bunch of schools. Tony didn't understand it. How could someone as smart as her been kicked out of three schools?

His buzzer beeped, jolting him out of his thoughts. Pepper Pott's voice was coming out of it, and she sounded annoyed. "Tony, there's this teenager at the front desk, saying that she's your new intern. Know anything about this?"

Tony cursed. He'd forgotten to tell Pepper about the intern. "Yeah, send her up." A moment later there was a knock on the door. Pepper entered in the passcode the door slid open. Standing next to her was a blond eighteen year old. Oh great, he thought. I hired a dumb blonde. Then he got a look at her eyes.

They were stormy gray, and flashed with such fierceness it took Tony's breath away. She looked like she would be happy to gut him out with a knife if he was an enemy or have a discussion about architecture if he was a friend.

She handed him a file. "I'm Annabeth Chase, sir. Here are the papers."

He didn't take them. "Um, I don't like to be handed things, so-"

Pepper materialized right next to him. He hated it when she did that.

"But I do." She said, smiling warmly at Annabeth. "Welcome to Stark Industries, Miss Chase."

Annabeth gave a little half-smile.

"Please, call me Annabeth. So, where do I start?"

Tony gestured to one of the computers. "Over here. Pepper'll show you."

It was a computer program, designed to figure out what the employee's specialties were. Annabeth slowly lowered herself on to the computer seat like the screen was going to bite her. When she logged on, she looked around the room apprehensively and then exhaled under her breath. Afterwards, she looked as normal as ever, so Tony figured he must have imagined it.

Annabeth began to do the program with such skill, there was no doubt that she would be done in less than three minutes. It looked like Miss Chase's specialties were just about everything. Tony walked over to Pepper, who was tapping her foot and looking mad.

"Why didn't you tell me you were hiring an intern?" She asked in a furious whisper.

Tony sighed. "Look, I needed some extra help around here, so I put an ad on the internet and the newspaper. I got over one hundred applications, and stayed up all night grading them."

Pepper raised an eyebrow.

"Ok, JARVIS did a lot of it." Tony admitted.

Pepper rolled her eyes. "On top of that, Annabeth doesn't seem to know that you're Iron Man-"

"She doesn't?" Tony interrupted. "No." Pepper said, exasperated. "I tried to tell her, but-"

"Don't tell her." Tony said. Pepper opened her mouth to object, but he cut her off. "No, listen. Everyone treats me different when they find out about it, and if we explained that to her, we'd probably have to explain about S.H.I.E.L.D. and all that to her too." Pepper sighed, relenting.

"Fine. But if something happens…"

I'll tell her." He said. "That's a promise. From me, Tony Stark." Pepper laughed. "And we all know how much that's worth."

Annabeth stood up from her chair. "Done. Anything else?" She walked back into the room.

"You-You finished it already?" Pepper looked surprised.

"Yeah." A spark of worry crossed Annabeth's face. "Why, is that unusual?"

Pepper shook her head. "No, it's fine. Here's what to do next." As they crossed over to the next room, a man popped out from nowhere behind Annabeth, holding a gun. Annabeth didn't even turn around, but it sounded like she cursed in… was that Ancient Greek?

Before Tony had time to even shout, 'look out!' Annabeth had spun around, kicked the man in the gut, and grabbed his gun, which she threw out the window. The man was on the floor groaning in less than three seconds. Annabeth punched him in the face again for good measure.

Tony caught a glimpse at Annabeth's eyes again. This time, he saw something different. He saw in those eyes a look that he'd seen in Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and so many others. It was the look that she had been in a war.

Tony unfroze. "How did you—"

Annabeth cut him off. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Stark, but I've got to go now. I'll be back at three pm tomorrow." She said it like nothing had even happened. Before they knew it, Annabeth Chase was gone.

Tony and Pepper looked at each other. "That was… interesting…" Pepper said slowly. Tony looked down at the man. His face seemed to shimmer.

Tony's instincts told him there was more to the story. He concentrated, and he saw the truth.

The man only had one eye. He shimmered and disappeared.

"Are you going to fire her?" Pepper asked.

"Are you kidding?" Tony exclaimed. "That was the coolest thing I've ever seen! We're keeping this kid. No, don't look at me like that."

Percy Jackson
One week later
Goode High School

Percy walked home from school, tired. He glanced over at a woman with dark red hair watching him from over the newspaper. Percy quickened his step.

Over the last couple of days, he had noticed a ton of people watching him (at least more than usual) and it kind of creeped him out. He guessed that it had something to do with the helicopter guy. He had the look of a stalker, and the logo on the helicopter looked military. Percy would have to be more careful.

Steve Rogers
S.H.I.E.L.D HQ

Steve did not like what he was hearing.

Fury was telling them to kidnap a kid? How low could this guy go? The Avengers were looking over his file. Steve could tell that Clint was trying to find an excuse not to go. "Um… I've got this thing—"

"Save it." Fury snapped. "Look, I know that this is unorthodox, but we've got to find this kid. He's been doing a lot of crazy things his whole life, and he's still managed to evade S.H.I.E.L.D.'s monitors."

"But that's not the only version, is it?" Tony asked. "He wants this kid to join the Avengers, don't you?"

Everyone looked around at Fury. Natasha actually dropped her coffee mug, making Clint chuckle.

"All right, fine." The director admitted. "But we need more. No offense, but you guys won't be around forever."

"Gee, thanks." Steve muttered. Fury ignored him. "We need new people. Perseus is young and impressionable. I'm sure that he'll come. Besides, what teenager would pass up an opportunity like this?"

Thor suddenly looked up. "No," He said.

"I'm sorry, what?" Fury said.

Thor had obviously just finished reading the file. "I said no."

"Why not?" Natasha asked, curious.

"Because you are messing with powers that you do not understand, Fury." Thor growled. "I will not help you."

And, with his usual casualty, Thor flew out the window. "Well, that's a good sign." Tony said sarcastically. "Are we still going through with this?"

Fury thought for a moment. "Yes." He said. "I'm not letting Thor getting in the way. Suit up. You're going swimming."

Percy Jackson
Three weeks later
Long Island Sound

Even before Percy got kidnapped, he had been having a bad day.

First, he had had an argument with Annabeth about her new job, and that freaked him out. They hardly ever had arguments any more, and when they did Percy got worried. Second, Clarisse had pulled a really dumb prank on him (Worthy of Ares himself) that led to fight. Percy won, of course, but he was sure that Clarisse would be out for revenge.

He decided to take a swim in Long Island Sound. Water always made him feel better. Percy ignored his promise to himself to not swim out in the open. He stayed in the water for a few minutes, until he remembered what he had promised. He quickly shot out of the water on to the beach.

There waiting for him was a bunch of adults in tights. There was a guy whose costume was Fourth of July themed, one with a big metal suit, one with a bow who looked like he could use it pretty well, and the red haired woman.

"All right kid, you're coming with us." The metal man said.

"Yeah, right. Like I'm about to go with a bunch of adults in spandex. What do you want, money? My wallet's at home, and—"

The red head lashed out so quickly Percy would have been on the ground in in seconds if not for his demigod reflexes. He dodged and feinted a blow at her head. She easily dodged, which was what Percy was hoping for. He punched her in the gut, and she fell over.

"Can I go now?" Percy said. The other people looked shocked that the woman had injured, but Stars and Stripes recovered quickly. "Okay, kid, my turn."

He walked up. "Look, I don't want to hurt you—"

"I wouldn't worry." Percy said, grinning despite himself.

Unfortunately, the woman was up and fighting. Percy grimaced. One guy? He could probably take him. One guy and an expert fighter girl? Doubtful. Percy stepped forward and flipped the guy over, while thinking about his next move. He didn't want to show his powers, but his want to not die was more powerful than his want to not reveal himself.

Percy concentrated on the water. It swirled and bubbled. "Now." He muttered. The water flew up and slammed into the guy with the bow. Percy had been around arrows, and knew what salt water would do to it.

The guy in the suit stepped back. "Holy—"

The woman glared at him, and then pulled out a gun and shot him with a sleeping dart.

Percy fell over. He struggled, but his moves got more sluggish. "Don't struggle." The woman said. She almost sounded concerned. "It'll only make it worse."

Percy looked up at her. "If you kill me, my girlfriend is going to murder you." Then he passed out.

Three hours later
S.H.I.E.L.D. interrogation room

Percy woke up lying slumped in a chair. He shook his head, trying to clear it. What had happened? The crazy fighter girl, the spangled dude… the sleeping dart. They had made him pass out. That fighter girl had moves worthy of Annabeth.

He felt a stab of anxiety, worrying that they had shot him with a truth serum. He looked at his arms. No marks there besides the usual scars. He tried to move his arms. They were handcuffed to the chair.

The first thing Percy did was take off his handcuffs. It was a little trick that Leo had taught him once. He slid his handcuffs out of the chair and rubbed them together. Sparks flew and the screws loosened. It took a while, but eventually the handcuffs fell out.

Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked helicopter guy. "Hello Mr. Jackson. You gave us quite the struggle. My name is Agent Phil Coulson, of S.H.I.E.L.D." He shook Percy's hand.

Percy jerked his hand away and studied him warily. He looked like he'd been in some fights, maybe something more than gun ones.

"How do you know my name?" Percy asked finally. Agent Coulson smiled.

"We've got files on you, Perseus. We've been watching you for about a month now."

Percy suddenly remembered where he had seen the red haired woman. She was one of the people that had been watching him.

"So you're like a government agency?" Percy asked. Agent Coulson shrugged. "In a way. But enough about us. Would you mind telling me what Camp Half-Blood is?"

Percy glanced down at his shirt. He was still wearing the Camp Half-Blood shirt. "Ah, Styx." He muttered. Percy cleared his throat. "That depends on what you would do if you found it." Percy sighed in relief. No truth serum. Apparently these people weren't that dirty.

"That would also depend on what exactly it is, Mr. Jackson." Coulson said, still smiling. Percy considered him for a moment.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

The agent grinned. "Try me. I've seen some impossible things."

Percy couldn't help believing him. That guy had a look like he'd seen aliens. Percy decided to wait and not tell him. He didn't want to endanger Camp Half-Blood more than he'd already had. He fell silent.

After a while Agent Coulson stood up. "Well, I'm sure we'll find out more about this Camp of yours soon enough. Good night." He left the room.

Natasha strolled into the room. She was confident she could get the truth out of this kid in five minutes or less. She glanced at the kid, studying him. That usually helped.

What she noticed first were the green eyes. He was trying to look casual, but his eyes were darting around, taking in the security cameras, the one way mirrors, the bulletproof window next to him, and her.

Those eyes looked fractured. This kid had been through a lot, she could tell that.

"Hello, Perseus. My name is Natasha Romanoff." Start with the basics. Build trust.

"Good for you."

Natasha thought she heard a laugh on the other side of the glass. Probably Clint.

"Would you mind telling me about yourself, Perseus?"

"Yeah, actually, I would. Thanks for asking, though. Appreciate it."

"Perseus, I'm going to need you to cooperate."

"Call me Perseus again and I'll get out of this chair and punch you."

For the first time, Natasha saw that Percy's handcuffs were off. "I don't suppose you'll put those back on?" She asked.

"Nope." He replied cheerfully.

"I suppose not. Well, what would you prefer I called you?"

"I go by Percy. Or Persassy by my friends, so don't call me that."

"Alright, kid. Tell me about your family."

Percy sighed. He'd probably driven her to the edge by now. It probably wouldn't hurt to answer the harmless questions.

"Fine. My mom: Sally Jackson. My stepdad: Paul Blofis. Got a sister on the way. Can I go now? It's a school night."

Natasha's face was like stone. Actually, stone would probably have a few impressions on it. "Do you know who your real father is?"

Percy hesitated for a fraction of a second, and by Natasha's face, she had caught it. "No."

"Tell the truth, kid."

Percy didn't talk for a while. He was trying to think of an answer that wasn't a lie, but wasn't the truth, because she could obviously catch a lie. "He isn't around much, but every once and a while he comes by. Happy?"

"What's his name?"

"Neptune."

That was the truth. Natasha could tell that much. "Weird name." She commented quietly, scribbling down a note on a paper. Apparently Percy had caught it.

"Yeah. His parents had issues. Can I go now?"

Natasha didn't answer his question, studying him for a long time. "Goodbye, Mr. Jackson."

Back in the meeting room, Natasha reported that either he was telling the truth or very good at lying. Fury was astonished. The girl had fooled the God of Tricks, but she couldn't get the truth out of a teenager? This kid was getting stranger by the minute.

Meanwhile, Percy was trying to figure out how to get out of this place. There were cameras pointed at him from every angle, and the door was locked tight and reinforced with steel, so no chance of getting out that way. The window was bulletproof, from what he could tell from knocking on it.

Finally, Percy had an idea. Blackjack. He thought, and a slow smile spread up his face.

Like how Percy's driving Natasha insane in this chapter? Hope that was funny. Thank you to reviewers KrazyKittyKat and WaylandCorp4