A/N: and I am back yet again, still trying to do the mad, update a day pace cause if I don't I'm kinda worried that I will lose interest in this story. Anyway, a big thank you for everyone that reviewed, and here is the new chapter!

In the silence that followed, the chattering voices of the absent teens that drifted through the doors sounded almost like a gun shot to the frozen adults. Grinning slightly at the reaction he had managed to invoke, the boy turned to the door expectantly as it opened revealing his friends.

"Took you guys long enough, I was almost thinking that we were going to have to send someone down and make out your little… private, session."

He smirked at the words, acting to all like he hadn't just revealed these people to have a rather loose grasp on their sanity, his grin stretching wider than it ever had before, the only indication that he had actually been worried for his cousin.

"So centurion Shish-kebab, what do you have to say for yourself?"

To the other people in the room, this comment made limited sense at best, even Thor looked as though he was struggling to comprehend the meaning behind the words, but Percy merely did a mock salute before replying as he slouched down into an empty chair, pulling Annabeth onto his lap and laughing happily.

"Nothing to report Preator death head!"

To anyone without the rudimentary training that SHILED provided its operatives, this exchange, though slightly abnormal in content, was almost stereo typical banter between close friends, even when the girl joined in, the easy atmosphere between the teens remained, but the Clint, it was hard to miss the tension in their bodies and the undercurrents that bled into every word. Through this seemingly mindless exchange, the three of them were passing on something that they wanted to keep hidden, that much is for certain.

"You know, I find it hard to trust people who try to hide things from their allies, so, if you want us to work with you, I suggest that you actually tell us what you are talking about rather than using secret messages."

Most of the people turned to the archer in surprise, looking at him as though they were worrying about his sanity now, but he kept his gaze firm as he stared down the girl, the only one that was looking his way. After a moment of this silent staring contest, she sighed and shrugged her shoulders, looking to the others for confirmation before she spoke up.

"First things first, you have really sharp senses, and as for what we were saying, it was nothing special. Percy and I sent a message to our friends in a certain… place, asking them if they had heard anything, apparently, nothing has come up, but they are still looking. To find out that the ranks are not forming how we would have expected is concerning, but it just means that we need to keep a closer eye on things."

For a moment, her eyes seemed to flash from warm and happy, to a cold that cut through everyone it crossed, but s soon as that dark look came, it went. However, her audience did not write off this change as merely a trick of the light, not any more, after what they had just found out.

"Nico was just telling us some background stuff, like he was from the 1940's," Steve started off, testing the waters with his gentle tone whilst prodding for some answers to the many questions in his mind. When the other 2 didn't react to this revelation, it only seemed to confirm it more, but the soldier did not stop there. "and how you two fell into hell trying to save him."

The response to those words was immediate as it was shocking. Admittedly, Percy had said something along the same lines the night before when he had spoken alone, well, seemingly alone, with Steve, but that had not prepared him for the couple to go stark white and for their faces to close up immediately, the open expressions from before immediately hardened and the light of laughter in their eyes was promptly killed.

"And?"

That one word was spoken little more than a whisper, though it held enough venom to make everyone flinch. It looked as though the reminder had pulled up some rather unpleasant memories. Although he had meant to press on with the matter, the frankly dead look in the eyes of those, who in his eyes were merely children, made the soldier's heart break and he quickly dropped the topic.

"Oh, nothing, doesn't matter."

Rolling his eyes as his team mates lack of courage when faced down by two kids, Tony just snorted and reached across for the bottle, occupying himself with refilling his glass before he switched back to the topic from before.

"So you said that you contacted people at a place, do we get to know where that is or are you still set on keeping secrets?"

Although this helped a little in lifting the tension in the room, it did little to help the demigods as they cast around for something they could say without estranging themselves from their new friends, trying to find something that would sound both friendly, but would encourage the others to keep their noses out of things that did not concern them.

"Actually, no, not until it is really desperate at least." Annabeth finally spoke up, looking over to see the irritated look in Fury's eye and quickly carrying on with an explanation. "There are only 2 places in the entire world that are actually safe for children of our family, places where we don't have to worry about things trying to kill us 24/7 so we don't really want to reveal where it is. Anyway, most of the kids at our home are injured so we are only trying to protect them from our 3rd war in 3 years."

Okay, that seemed to have done the trick of shutting them up nicely as they were all giving her strange looks, maybe about the war thing or maybe about the whole worrying about being killed aspect of what she just said but, quite frankly, she couldn't have cared less and it was clear to all that she had something else on her mind. Growling slightly under his breath, Nico downed the last of his drink before replacing his glass on the table and rubbing his temples as though trying to dispel a head ache.

"Did you get anything out of that message? Who did you talk to?"

"When we sent the message, Reyna, Jason and Chiron were in the room, but we managed to speak to Rachel too."

At this, the son of Hades' head snapped round faster than anyone could really follow, it was probably fast enough to give him whiplash, but he didn't seem to notice at the time. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the still pale Annabeth with a new kind of hope in his demeanour.

"You did? What did she say?"

For some unknown reason, when the girl closed her eyes as though she was trying to remember something, all the adults felt the urge to lean forwards as though they really needed to hear what was to be said next. When the daughter of Athena finally spoke, her eyes remaining closed, it was with a haunted voice that filled the entire room.

"An ancient force long since forgotten,

Will rise above all of earth begotten.

Of light and darkness both must clash,

For while both live no peace shall last.

And the power of the ocean deep,

A hero's mind he'll seek to keep,

For Fire, Lightning, Earth and Scorn,

Must gather west to face the Storm."

"That." Thor managed to sigh out. "Does not sound good."

The teens nodded, agreeing whole heartedly with the god though the others around them seemed not to understand the true significance of the thing that they only classed as mere fancy. In the end, it was the black widow who decided to ask the question that was on everyone's mind.

"Okay, so, she gave you a poem. What does it mean and, Thor, why have you gone pale?"

It was true that the god of thunder had gone almost white as a sheet at the words spoken by the 17 year old girl, and it was rather a strange sight to behold, but the giant seemed to be too deep in thought to answer, or even register the question so, it was the son of Poseidon who answered, though he did not look happy at the attention he was receiving.

"Rachel, well, Rachel is our Oracle and she can sometimes predict the future. When she does, she passes on a prophecy that details what will happen, but they are never really clear. That thing was a definite one and it isn't the worst we have ever got, but it is still bad."

He broke of there as though he was lost in his own thoughts once again. From that moment on, the demigods seemed to have drifted off into their own worlds, only speaking occasionally to each other in the language they had used earlier, leaving the others to try and work it out for themselves.

"Well, at least we have some leads towards what is going to happen, that's always nice!" Clint commented, trying to cheer up the rest of his team mates, but the attempt was feeble at best and the effect soon wore off. In the end, everyone seemed to turn to the two resident scientists who were glaring at the table.

"At first, it sounds simple, but I don't know about it." Banner mused, pushing his glasses further up his nose with one finger. "What do you think Tony?"

The billionaire only shrugged, staring at a knot in the wood, his forehead tensed with concentration, but, as the others began to turn away, he finally spoke.

"From the phrasing of it, and the way it was said, I would say that the list, "Fire, Lightning, Earth and Scorn" are people, and possibly the "Storm" too, but I can't be sure about that, it could just be a metaphor for a fight…"

"What I'm worried about is the part about keeping a hero's mind, it sounds way too much like what Loki was trying here earlier."

In the end, none of them were able to get more than small scraps of information from this short poem and all of them settled down to sleep that night with nothing to show for their efforts but a splitting head ache.

Although it still seemed to amaze Steve that they were all accepting what they had first written off as a myth so easily now, he couldn't help but feel that everything was real despite all that. He guessed that it had something to do with how seriously Thor was taking the whole situation. Still struggling with the irritating riddle, the soldier swiftly prepared himself for bed, but, what felt like only minutes after his eyes had slid shut, a slight shift in the room around him made him jerk up right in his bed.

On first inspection, nothing seemed to be wrong, the room was dark, and the glow in the dark clock on the wall was indicating that it was only 2am, but something had disturbed the super soldier and he was not going to settle back down until he had found out what. Silently, he crept over to his door, pulling it open just in time to see a shadowy figure ghost past.

Deciding against calling for help, he quickly followed the shape out into the hall, staying far enough back so that he would not be noticed but trying desperately to figure out who it was moving around at this time. On this floor, only his team mates and the demigods should have been present so he should have just called out to who ever it was, but something held him back, stopping him from drawing the figures attention.

For about 5 minutes he followed his quarry through the deserted hallways, never once being in the right place to see the person's face when he stepped lightly past a patch of moonlight that fell on the floor, but they eventually ended up in front of the lift where the doors opened silently. Quietly swearing to himself, Steve changed directions and headed up the stairs, checking the lift on every level and noticing that it appeared to have stopped on the top floor.

It was slow going up the stairs, and even with his enhanced endurance, Captain Rodgers was still finding the 19 floors a formidable climb, his feet moving sluggishly due to fatigue before he had even really left his room, were now weighing him down so that his progress was slow at best meaning that he was going to be too late. Urging himself to move faster, he forced himself up the last flight of stairs stumbling into the lounge just in time to see the figure jump off the edge of the landing platform.

Letting out a strangled half cry, Steve rushed out into the cool night air and looked down to see a dark shape catch the falling boy on its back, and together, they rode off into the night air, disappearing quickly in the gloom, but not before he had been able to make out a flash of pitch black hair and gleaming, sea green eyes.

And that was the night that Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon and 2 time saviour of Olympus, vanished off the face of the earth.

A/N: mean, I know, but I just couldn't help myself, sorry. Anyway, there was the new chapter, I hope you enjoyed it! Until the next time my friends!