ey! So I watched the Sea of Monsters trailer and this movie looks SO MUCH BETTER than the first. That is all.

Questions: Do you like One Direction? Nope, sorry.

Wouldn't Percy's pen show back up? Yes, but remember when it fell from the St. Louis Arch and didn't come back for a while? Well, yeah, that's what happened here.

What would you wish for on your birthday? A hippocampus because a hippocampus. Oh, and happy belated birthday!

How do you like your milk? If I drink milk, it has to be ice cold, but with no ice.

Do you watch Anime? If so, Bleach? I saw it once, but Anime's not really my cup of tea. It was pretty go though, all in all.

What movies do you like? Action/adventure movies and comedies mostly. I don't really have any faves.

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Chapter 6-Percy

We didn't have to wait very long for the rest of the people to get to this little lab because they were probably pretty curious about what happened earlier today. I didn't plan on telling them anything, though until they fessed up on why they kidnapped me.

The first person to come inside the room was Eye Patch, then entered Blondie and Thor, and the two kidnappers brought up the rear.

"Let's bring this conversation to a more formal setting," Eye Patch said then turned and exited the room. I was very careful to keep my guard up, especially around Thor.

A lot of walking and a very awkward elevator ride later; we arrived at a room with an oval-shaped table at the center with spinning chairs positioned around it. Everyone sat around it like they'd rehearsed it, except for Pepper. She stood at the door, probably waiting for further instructions. I stood there, too, feeling very ill at ease and out of place; I was used to the Ping-Pong table at camp, not fancy meeting rooms.

Goatee offered me a seat between him and Blondie. I walked up hesitantly and rolled the chair back enough for me to squeeze in. After I sat down, I noticed Blondie roll his chair away from me a little. I guess he didn't like my sword too much, which is weird because my sword is pretty awesome.

Eye Patch then turned to Ginger and said, "Tony will send for you when this meeting concludes."

Ginger nodded and scampered off, shutting the door behind her.

"So," Eye Patch boomed, not wasting a minute, "why don't you tell us who you are."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." I held up one of my hands in a 'hang on a second' gesture. "To expect me to just tell you who I am after you guys kidnapped me and attacked me is just plain ridiculous. I want to know who you all are first." I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair.

Eye Patch opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Glasses, "Let's just introduce ourselves. I mean the boy deserves as much."

"Fine," Eye Patch said, "Names and code names. Around the table."

This guy was being super cryptic, at least for me he was. Code names? What were they, spies? That would really suck. I had no idea what he was taking about, but apparently everyone else understood him perfectly.

To the right of Eye Patch (I had yet to learn his name), was the girl that had taken me. She had short, curly hair as red as flames and she wore a completely emotionless face. "Natasha Romanoff. Black Widow." She said, also emotionless.

Next to her was the male kidnapper. He had short brown hair. "Clint Barton. Hawkeye."

Sitting next to him was Thor who was glaring at me. Not one of those scary glares that Nico sometimes gives me, but more like a 'Dishonor on you. Dishonor on your family. Dishonor on your cow'(Mulan quotes!) type glares. "Thor Odinson."

Next to him at the other head of the table was Glasses. "Bruce Banner. The, uh, Hulk."

Finally making it to my side of the table, the guy next to him, Blondie, spoke. "Steve Rogers. Captain America"

Skipping right over me, Goatee opened his mouth to speak. "Wait a minute," he said, looking at me. "You don't know who I am?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. Should I know who these people are? Were they helping me instead of kidnapping me? Did I lose my memory or something? Oh man, that'd suck. (Oh, the irony)

"Um, no. I don't think so," I replied.

Goatee had a shocked expression displayed on his face, but he quickly recovered. "I'm Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, and I still have no idea how you knocked me out."

I opened my mouth to say something, but Eye Patch cut me off. "I am Nick Fury, the director of Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division also known as S.H.I.E.L.D."

Totally out of context, I burst out laughing. Like straight out guffaws. "Your name is- is Fury?" I said between laughs. The other people in the room were exchanging amused glances. The Fury dude didn't even crack a smile. Then again, he had no idea what was so funny about his name.

"Now," Fury said in a booming voice that echoed around the meeting room, then lowered his tone a little, "introduce yourself. I think everyone is dying to know a little more about you."

"A little more about me?" I wondered. "So they already know something about me?"

Nick didn't answer.

I groaned. I guess I'll just tell them my name. Nothing more until I get them to spill. "Percy Jackson."

I saw kidnapper dude-what was his name again? Oh yeah, Clint-role his eyes.

Fury looked slightly annoyed. "Yes, we know that. What they don't know is who you really are."

"Whoa, back up a second. You said 'they' as in you already know."

Fury nodded, a small half-smile gracing his facial features for a fraction of a second.

"I don't believe you," I said, crossing my arms. Even if I did believe him, though, why would I reveal this secret in front of complete strangers?

Fury raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you don't tell them, I will."

"Hit me with your best shot." Why don't you hit me with your best shot! Fire away! Great, now I have that song stuck in my head.

"Okay," Fury turned to the rest of the group, "You see, Percy here isn't just any normal teenager. He's the son of a Gr-"

"Okay!" I shouted. "Fine, I'll spill, but only if you answer a couple questions first."

Fury made a 'keep going' gesture with his hands.

I blew out a breath. "So, why did you two" -I pointed at the two child abductors- "bring me here?"

They both opened their mouths to answer, but Fury (I still found his name pretty hilarious) cut them off. "We have an issue and I figured that you would be the best one to consult, seeing as it fell under your... category."

I groaned. Another issue that people need help with. First the gods and now some random people I don't even know (that aren't demigods, might I add) needing my help. Jeez, what was this world coming too? At least I had a year of R&R (which I thought was totally going to be cut short, but surprisingly wasn't). I knew that any longer and I'd be stretching my luck as far as it'd go.

"Okay, question number two. How do I know I can trust that you guys won't give away any of my... information." I inquired. I didn't just go around giving out extremely personal secrets without knowing I could trust someone.

Nick Fury seemed to consider this a moment, then raised his right hand so he looked like he was going to give me a high five. "I swear on the River Styx that neither I, nor anyone else in this room, purposefully give out your personal information without your consent."

I nodded; that seemed fair enough. "Alright and last question. What if I don't want to help you guys?"

Some confused glances were shot my way, like they were thinking 'how in the world would anyone not want to help us out?'

"I am offering you a position on a highly prestigious and honorable team of advanced people. How you could not want that, I don't know. But let me tell you this: many people's lives are at stake if you decide not to. Do you want to be the cause of their deaths?"

I winced. He got me right in my sore spot. How could I be that arrogant? Just because I wanted a little rest doesn't mean people have to lose their lives because of it. How selfish of me.

"Okay," I finally said, "I'll help, but get this straight: I'm not joining permanently, only long enough to solve this problem and then I'm out."

Fury nodded. "We'll then, let's let the others know of your true identity."

I gulped, but quickly recovered. I put on my best 'I'm proud' voice (because I totally am) and announced, "I, Perseus Jackson, am the only living demigod son of Poseidon and the Savior of Olympus."

Isn't Percy just so awesome? And sorry this chapter was a little slow and not too funny, but I hope that things should start to speed up next chapter!

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