I can't believe it took me another month to post a new chapter! I tried to make it longer instead but in the end I thought that you would rather read what I have now than to wait another month so I could write more. But you really are amazing readers who have such patience with me, I truly appreciate your support :)

Harley Jane Quinn, I hope this chapter is clearer than the previous ones but if not, do you think you could specify what is a unclear? It would help me improve the later chapters more.

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Disclaimer: This is based on the Avenger movie and Percy Jackson series, neither of which is mine.

Percy was practically vibrating from pent up energy. He absolutely hated to be forced to be so still. Loki had made sure that he would - as long as he was disguised as Loki - act like him at all times. Which in Percy's case meant that he wasn't allowed to jump around or try to climb the walls. He thought he would die of boredom soon.

He had no idea how much time had passed since his interesting conversation with the eyepatch man (it had to be several hours, at least) but he found himself wondering what everyone was doing. Maybe his friends were watching him from a security camera somewhere, monitoring his every movement so he wouldn't be able to escape.

As he settled for leaning on the wall for a while, he heard a low boom. Not even a second after that, the floor shook and he lost his balance, even with his demigod reflexes it was impossible to stay on his feet. When the shaking finally stopped, the floor began to tilt to the side and Percy had to lean forward and put his hands to the floor to steady himself. In the distance he could hear a roar and he could only guess that it wasn't a good sign.

Not long after the floor had started to tilt he heard running feet coming closer. Three S.H.I.E.L.D agents ran into the room (they didn't seem to have much trouble with the floor. Must have been some requirement to be hired as an agent or something) but when they saw that Percy was still stuck in his cage they slowed down and said something into some sort of earpiece. He guessed that they informed the higher ups that he was still in his cage. A quick nod from the one who had spoken and then he said something to his two companions, unfortunately it was too low for Percy to hear anything.

The two agents gave a nodded in acknowledgment before they turned and ran back the way they had come. The man who was left began to search for damages on Percy's cell, even though - if what their leader had been telling was the truth - he would have fallen to his death if he had so much as scratched the glass. Well, he figured the agent wouldn't listen if he told him that was the case.

More roaring, closer this time, echoed through the ship and Percy silently hoped for the source of that sound to stay as far away as possible from him. With his luck though, it would soon be here. Not many minutes later, there was another explosion going off, this time in the other direction from the first one and the whole ship lurched violently. This time Percy couldn't keep his footing and he slammed into the wall. For a few seconds he couldn't breathe, only gasp helplessly for air, before his lungs filled with precious oxygen again.

What was happening out there? The agent who was guarding him obviously thought the same thing, because he kept mumbling something into his com, but he didn't seem to get any answer. His expression were steadily becoming more and more grim and he kept glancing at Percy as if to judge his chances of survival with him there.

It turned out that those chances were very slim. With a sick squelch he was pierced from behind and when the weapon was pulled out he fell to the floor to reveal the body of the man he was impersonating.

A dangerous smile with lots of teeth spread over the narrow lips. "I have come to get you, little one." Loki stalked forward, he didn't seem bothered that he had taken a life not even a minute ago. Perhaps humans were that insignificant for him. The god glanced over the panel which controlled the cage briefly before he hit a button. The door slid open.

"Come here, Perseus. We have to go meet up with your friends." Percy's heart went cold. What had Loki meant by that? Meet up with your friends?

Unfortunately, Percy didn't have any time to consider what the Asgardian had implied, because with a burst of speed something threw itself at him. Percy didn't even have the time to react before he suddenly stood beside Loki with his hand on his arm, and his assailant was trapped on the other side of the glass in his stead.

Then he realized who was currently growling out a warningly, "Loki". It was the hammer guy. When he eyed said being from the corner of his eye he could see the sneer on his face. "Loki, release me this instant!"

A cackling laughter clawed its way out of Loki's throat. "Why would I do that, brother?" He said, spitting out the last word like it had hurt his tongue to form its sound. "Was it not you who helped the mortals lock Perseus into this cage? Should I let that slide? No, I do not think so."

Loki's brother opened his mouth to answer, but it was too late. With a carefully blank face, the god of mischief pushed the red button and the cage fell. Percy wasn't even able to hear the scream. He tried to not think about the fate of the falling Asgardian, if he did he was sure he would puke.

"Now, we just have to…" Was the only thing Loki got out before he was interrupted. Another S.H.I.E.L.D agent had just entered the room. The difference was that this one was carrying a huge gun which was aimed at them.

"Don't move."

Both Percy and Loki froze in their spot. Before Percy could think too much about the god had seemed so startled, Loki started moving again and sneered at the man. "Why should I listen? None of your pitiful weapons can cause me any harm."

The man calmly met Loki's eyes. "That might be the case, but I think this could make it up the list of things you don't want to be hit by. It was inspired by the robot you sent to destroy Thor. I have no idea what it does, but I wouldn't hope for anything pleasant if I were you."

A creepy smile stretched Loki's lips at that. The air felt which with foreboding and Percy suddenly had a hard time to breathe. With a voice to quite to hear if you weren't standing next to him, Loki said, "Time to really prove your loyalty, little one. I want you to kill him."

Time stopped. Percy's limbs grew numb and a ringing noise rang in his head. His eyes felt fried out and the same went for his mouth. His body moved like in slow motion, slowly twisting his body. In reality, he knew he was moving incredibly fast, his body knew the moves after all the monster fighting. It was just the fact that his brain couldn't keep up with his limbs' instinctual obedience to Loki's orders.

He was halfway to slashing his replica of Loki's sceptre through the agent's stomach when his mind finally caught up. In that millisecond before impact, he managed to alter the weapon's course enough to make the blow go from lethal to survivable.

Blood instantly soaked the agent's shirt and he collapsed onto the floor. Before he completely went out from the pain he must be suffering from, he succeeded in pressing the trigger and a bolt of orange light struck the Asgardian right in the chest.

The son of Poseidon didn't stop and think about what he had almost done. No, instead of contemplating the fact that he had resisted a direct command from Loki, he rushed forward to check if the fallen god was alright. He kneeled beside him and pushed a dark lock of hair from his face. Pale eyelids fluttered open and he stared straight into the gods marvellous green eyes. Percy might have been stuck there, staring into the eyes of someone he should hate, but running footsteps were approaching and he was forced to take action.

With careful movements he helped his lord to stand and then, with his left arm around the god's waist they ran. Loki gained more and more lucidity the longer they ran and could guide them to the place where they were supposed to escape from. When they finally reached the hole in the wall there was a plane waiting outside. The pilot must've spotted them because the aircraft hovered closer and with some help from soldiers he recognised but hadn't bothered to learn the name of, he and Loki successfully boarded the ship. The god told them to take off, even when one of the men said that Barton hadn't returned.

During the trip back to their headquarters Loki laid with his head in Percy's lap, still exhausted and weak from the hit he took from that gun. Percy found his hand slowly carding through the god's long hair and to his surprise, he didn't actually mind it that much.