So, this chapter didn't take quite as long for me to write as the last one. To those who wanted longer chapters, I understand what you're saying, but I have troubles to write even this length sometimes. I will try, but I can't promise anything.

This chapter was really fun to write an I hope you like it. I haven't written a lot of fighting scenes before so hopefully it didn't turn out too bad :)

littlebear62007: I will try my best. Sometimes it's hard for me to even write, the length they are now.

Disclaimer: The only thing I own here is the plot, the rest is either Marvel's or Rick Riordan's

Percy felt a heavy lump of dread form in the bottom of his stomach when the black aircraft landed, not even a hundred meters away from him. The sight of Jason, Annabeth and Piper worsened it. Why did they have to join forces with the superheroes? Why couldn't they stay out of this? Be safe?

Percy was clad in an illusion of Loki, created by the son of Hecate, Alabaster, ordered to distract the Avengers while Loki himself did something Percy hadn't been informed of. The replica of Loki's scepter was heavy and awkward in his hands, very different from his own sword. But maybe it was better it didn't fit perfectly. He wouldn't be able to fight as good with it as he could have with Riptide, and there would be less of a chance he hurt his friends.

His arm raised itself without him ordering it too, his body following Loki's commands and not letting him have any choice in the matter. A blue beam of light burst out of the golden staff and barely missed the guy who was carrying a hammer.

"Loki! Stop this madness!" The guy called out. "If you lay down your weapon we can together make Father see reason!"

Percy had no idea how the man and Loki knew each other, and right now it wasn't one of his priorities. It wasn't like Loki had told him anything about his life. The only reason he knew the group in front of him were superheroes, was the fact that he recognized Captain America from his old comic books and Iron Man from the newspapers.

With a sneer on his face he fired at the group of superheroes. They dived to the side and scattered, splitting up and making it harder to keep an eye on all of them. But this wasn't the first time Percy had fought against multiple enemies. They had obviously rejected their 'let's try to talk about this' strategy and now they readied themselves for a fight.

Percy saw Iron Man, the blonde guy, Jason and Piper approach him and he quickly assessed the situation. He knew he had to watch out for Piper's charm speak, if he wasn't careful he would become distracted from the others. Jason would most likely use his lightening and Iron Man was famous for those beams he shot from both hands and chest. Small rockets were also a possibility.

The one he was most wary of though, was the blonde guy. Percy had no idea who he was, which meant he didn't know what he was capable of. A dangerous situation to find himself in. He quickly decided to avoid him at first to gain more knowledge, and instead attacked the, at the moment, biggest threat to him.

The only thing that saved Piper from getting her leg hit was her demigod reflexes. But Percy had also consciously aimed for a nonlethal body part. Loki had ordered him to distract them, not to kill them. He had figured out that, if it weren't an direct order, he could interpret it a bit as he wanted. The only requirement was that he had to obey in some way.

Suddenly the air crackled with electricity and Percy rolled to the side to dodge the bolt of lightening Jason had shot at him. Probably an attempt at distracting him from Piper. It was quickly followed by three blasts from Iron Man and he danced to the side, but was to slow to avoid the last one. He hissed as his right arm was nearly torn of with the force of it.

His eyes narrowed and he rapidly shot back at the man before he twirled around and shot another beam back at Jason. Percy staggered slightly as an enchanting voice filled his ears, telling him softly to stop and to lay down your weapon. It was painful. Extremely so. Especially since Loki's mind control kept telling him to don't listen and to obey me. It felt like his mind was tearing apart.

Distracted as he was, he still managed to roll to the side when a big and heavy projectile was thrown towards him. He blinked in confusion as the hammer the blonde man had carried earlier turned in midair and flew back, straight into the waiting hand of it's owner. Okay Percy, new plan. Keep away from the guy throwing huge hammers at you!

Percy dazedly shook his head and tried to ignore the voice of Piper. He blocked a few of the incoming blasts from Iron Man with his staff and answered with a few of his own. This continued for an unknown period of time, both sides dodging and shooting at the other.

When Jason swept in and swung his golden sword towards his chest Percy blocked it with his scepter. Sparks flew when the both weapons met and the two demigods grimaced at the strength of the other. Percy saw an opportunity to make Jason unbalanced and took it. He made Jason's body fall forward by taking a step back and twist his his staff out of the way. When the blonde boy stumbled Percy quickly swung the scepter and hit him in the head. Not hard enough to wound him seriously but enough to knock him out.

Unfortunately this whole ordeal had made Percy's back exposed and he yelled as something that felt similar to a taser pressed into his left side. In the corner of his eye he saw a glimpse of red hair and a black body suit.

He tried to move away but was promptly kicked in the back and he fell to the ground with a grunt. Then, as if that hadn't been enough something unbelievable heavy landed on his back. Not quite as heavy as holding up the sky, but it wasn't far away from it. He gasped and tried to wriggle away from it, but the object stayed in place and the weight made it hard to breathe.

"What have you done to Percy?" The painfully familiar voice of his best friend floated down to him. Her voice was tight with what he assumed was worry and anger. He wanted to answer, to tell her that he was right here, but Loki's control over him had increased after the god had started to keep him close. So instead of a verbal answer, he just sneered. Even though he could've been rescued if he only had had the strength to open his mouth and say one, simple little word. Annabeth would've recognized his voice, he was sure of it.

A masculine sigh was heard, somewhere above him. "We won't get anything out from him. Let's bring him back to headquarters. Fury might know what to do." And then he could breathe again. He gasped as oxygen finally filled his lungs and concentrated on breathing in all that lovely air. He ignored the hands that grabbed his clothes and didn't bother resist when they slung him over a shoulder. His part of the mission was over. It was up to Loki now.

If you think Percy's disguise should be impossible, then I' just going to answer "Magic". I'm just going to assume Alabaster is able to create illusions like this with his magic.