AN: Sorry about the line space screw-up, I think I fixed it. Anyway, I hope it is more coherent now, and actually make sense.

Peter Parker's/Spiderman POV

This is great, just great. First, they take me to visit Percy, then they decide to bring him to the Compound. Perfect. What am I going to tell him? Will he be friends with me anymore? What will he do when he finds out that Ned knew? Oh no! Deep breathes, you have to tell a story, remember?

"Underoos, the point is to not make the narrative obvious."

"What about Percy?"

"That was to introduce him,"

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Stark,"

Oh jeez, am I internally panicking? Deep breathes, take a deep breath, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…

I think I am better. What were we talking about? Oh right the abducting. Ahem, we took him out of the apartment, down the hall, down the stairs, another hall, and out the door.

"Is that too detailed?" Mr. Stark just nodded, "Yeah? Okay, sorry."

We decided, Mr. Stark decided, to put a bag over his head for security reasons.

"Peter, it might do you good not to insult and put blame on me, I can still take away your suit." I gulped.

We finally reached the Compound, and brought him in for questioning. And they want ME to question him. Great. Back to panic mode.

I walked into the completely white room where we were holding Percy. It had a metal table, two metal chairs (one on either side of the table), and a mirror. But, I think we both knew it was a one-way mirror. I sat down in the metal chair, while lifting my hand up to my eyes. Why you ask? Because, I wrote down the questions to ask him … on my hand.

"What is your name?" He just looked at me, the look that told me that he was irritated with me or that something is obvious, or both.

"You know my name."

"Please state your name."

"Perseus, Percy, Jackson. Please, call me Percy." I was not liking this, my spidey-sense is acting up. Why is he being so cool about this?

"Alright, I know you, you know me, we are best friends. Just answer the questions and you will go home." I glared at the mirror pointedly, then I remembered that Ex-Director Fury was behind it, and I quickly looked away. I returned my focus to the interrogation when Percy cut through my thoughts.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why me?"

I wanted to say because of your disappearances and they think you are just so suspicious but that wouldn't work out. So instead I said, "You would have to ask the boss."

"So you have got a boss?"

I cursed myself, I slipped, I let him know that there are people that are higher up on the food chain.

"If you have a boss, then is this your Stark Internship!?" I just stared at him, trying not to make a face, that didn't work out, "So this is! Why would an internship want you to interrogate a normal guy like me." It didn't bother me as much that he was interrogating me, but the thing that did bother me, is how he said 'normal.'

"Why did you say it like that?"

"Say what like what?"

"Normal, why did you say 'normal' like that," Percy turned red, "You are not normal are you?"

"Uhh, yes I am, just as normal as the next guy."

I looked at the mirror, "You might want to come in here."

"I am already in here."

"Not you, the boss."

Just then Fury walked through the door with his eye patch and black trench coat, "Looks like having him interrogate you, Percy, was the right choice." Is is freaky that his name is Fury and he is wearing all black, or is it freaky that his is a super-spy who knows how to make an entrance?

Nick Fury's POV

I remember looking at his file five years ago. I remember thinking about how thin it was. I remember his terrorist like acts across the US. I remember that he was 12 years old at the time. I also remember how quickly I dismissed it. But now here we are, talking to the same kid who did all of that five years ago.

"So, I have some questions to ask you."

"Duh."

"Where were you the summer of 2005?"

"At home with my mom, just got back from Yancy academy."

"Where were you really that summer?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"We both know what I am talking about." He looked like he was thinking for the moment.

"No not really." I waited a moment for him to spill.

"Alright that is it, Agent Romanoff! I need you in here!" She walked through the door.

"Yes, sir?"

"Break him." I made sure I said that in front of Percy to scare him, but then I walked up to her ear and whispered, "Do not hurt him, we need him alive and uninjured." She nodded and I left the room into our very expensive other side of the mirror, with all sorts of computers, voice recordings, lie detecters (in case, we all know agents Romanoff and Barton are human lie detecters), body language analysis (again, just in case), etc. Things have been very different since faking my death, I am no longer director of SHIELD. Sure I like Ag-Director Coulson and still get to somewhat work with the Avengers, but not being able to say, 'I own all of this,' was a slice to the hand, not fatal or horribly painful, but still hurts. Of course, I could never tell anyone this, and let down my secret spy façade, not even the best spies have been able to do that. Oh, shoot, this is journal, that people are going to look at.

Fury had abandoned the keyboard to look over at the-laughing-dead-man/Tony, "How many people are going to read this?"

Tony says "A lot, and kids so no swearing," We can see that Fury is furious and fuming.

~ Courtesy of Clint and Natasha

P.S. We know Coulson and SHIELD are alive; in an altercation we do not speak of.

Shoot. Agent Romanoff sat down in the chair, cutting through my speeded thoughts, and began flipping through the file again. She slammed it on the table and said:

"Lets talk."

AN: Again sorry! Anyways, did you like it? I did try and break the chappies with minor cliffhangers, but I might be wrong. Still I am SORRY!