"I didn't know what I was seeing. One second I was being screeched at by some alien, the next that alien was thrown out the window by a whip of water!"

The screen cut to another civilian that was being interviewed. "There was some freakish weather out there! Explosions left right and center and all of a sudden! Boom! A f-[BLEEP]-ing cyclone dropped on the street and pulled three of the flying things into it, the things went off like firecrackers!"

The screen cut to a news anchor. "And onto the Battle of New York that has left the world reeling as we find out we are not alone in the universe. Still the heroic Avengers have defended against the threat, and we thank them all for it." It showed a picture of them. Thor, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Captain America, Iron Man and Hulk as Bruce Banner that had stepped out of Stark Tower.

That's where Percy saw himself. A blurry blue figure in the background seamlessly blending into the crowd that had formed.

It was just a passing frame and had Percy not been looking for it, he wouldn't have seen it.

He wanted to believe that he wouldn't be recognized.

He needed to believe that he would be a simple ghost in the grand scheme of things.

The Fates seemed to hate him.

"Investigations are underway concerning another who helped immensely in the defense of New York. Credited with over five hundred alien kills, putting him with Thor, Iron Man and Hulk, this individual cleared several major crossroads for Army units to evacuate civilians, saving hundreds if not thousands of lives in the process.

However, there are conflicting reports from eye witnesses even regarding this person's very existence. For instance, a group of individuals hiding in a local bistro have accounts varying. One eye witness claims there wasn't even a person fighting the aliens in front of them and simply dying. Another claiming that the person was wielding a baseball bat and a large riot shield with riot gear.

A teenager provides our most accurate account claims that he saw a golden warrior with a spear and shield. He couldn't get a clear look at the person, claiming that he saw a blurred and ghosting image of the person fighting the aliens.

For those of you unaware, the term ghosting, is often used by photographers when an object is moving too fast for the hardware to accurately depict the object without leaving a "ghost" of the object.

However, a nearby bank had captured a video of the warrior as well and it depicts the same ghosting effect that the teenager claims to have witnessed, further reinforcing this golden warrior.

It is unknown at this time if whether this individual is affiliated with the Avengers and our inquires to them have either declined to comment or have yet to respond.

If anyone has information regarding this individu-

Percy turned towards the security guard who offered a small frown.

Percy's face was blank and the security guard sighed and looked around to see if anyone was watching or listening in. There wasn't any, only a fire engine and a couple police cars and dozens of mortals, who had hid in the Empire State Building, that were getting checked and treated by them.

They were ignored.

"They aren't too happy with what went down today." The man whispered to Percy. "Particularly our head honcho."

Percy nodded. He had gathered as much from the thunder and lightning outdoors. That wasn't Thor, who seemed the youngster and quite mortal despite his rather divine capabilities.

Compared to Zeus though? Thor was throwing around darts.

Percy didn't know that much about Nordic culture but he was willing to bet that Zeus had a lot more experience when it came to combat than Thor did.

He may have been a little biased but that was besides the point.

"How would we have avoided it though?" Percy countered. "The twins gave me and Thor the all clear when we questioned Loki. There was nothing we could have done."

"I wasn't talking about that." The security guard waved off the previous argument. "Your face is plastered on the news."

Percy frowned again and there was a pause.

The guy had a point. He may have caused a primordial to fade but almost causing the reveal of the Greek world? Yeah, he would get no slack today.

"Send me up." Percy finally said as he went towards the elevator.

He didn't need to look to know that the security guard was going to do as he asked.

Who was he to deny The Hero of Olympus? Twice over at that.

At least the elevator music had gotten slightly better, since he was last here.

Percy pushed open the gates of Olympus and strode through the courtyard where many godlings and immortals were hanging around.

It caused a raised eyebrow from him but he didn't mind the wide berth they granted him on his way to the throne room.

He pounded on the large imperial gold and celestial bronze doors before entering even though he didn't receive an invitation to enter.

He was greeted with a sight that he had been expecting.

A full Council was in session along with Hecate and Iris.

"Nephew." Zeus greeted with a nod of his head. Percy returned it with one of his own and sent one to his father who also nodded. "We have been expecting you after today's rather unfortunate turn of events."

Apollo looked like he wanted to speak but was shut down by a glare from his twin sister, Athena, Poseidon and Hades while even Demeter and Hestia leveled neutral stares at him.

"Iris." Zeus gestured to the rainbow goddess. "If you would?"

She nodded and with a wave of her hand a cascade of mist fell from the golden ceiling, before displaying the news report that Percy had just watched with the security guard downstairs.

It ended when it displayed a blurred and ghosted image of him fighting four aliens at once.

They got right down to business. Considering it was the Council, it was a surprise and not a surprise that they did.

A surprise that they actually got to the meat of the meeting and not one when it concerned the possibility of exposure to the Mortal realm.

"Hecate. Go ahead and tell him the current status of the Mist." Poseidon said with a small frown.

In all honesty, Percy was expecting to be the cause of a rapid deterioration of the only thing that basically separated the Mortal realm from the Immortal one.

"The Mist is as strong as ever." She stated with a nod. "It's doing its job and shows no signs of faltering."

He didn't expect that.

At his bewildered look, Hecate explained. "Perseus, the Mist predates even the Primordials and was created by Chaos, itself. It would take millennia of deliberate action to even begin to erode the barrier much more to even think about breaking it."

"Then how did they even see me?" Perseus thought back to when he had passed the military checkpoint. He had manipulated the Mist so that he just disappeared from their memory, he hadn't thought about it, it just sort of…happened.

There was a pregnant pause as everyone looked away and began sharing awkward glances and shuffling in their thrones.

Even Hades and Ares looked uncomfortable with what was going on.

He didn't want to think too much on the details. It always gave him headaches whenever he dwelled too much on the technical aspects of the mystical side of Greek myths.

Luckily Athena decided to bite the bullet as she received a pointed look from Zeus.

The wisdom goddess sighed.

And Percy's thoughts strayed to Annabeth's own frustrated sighs when she didn't want to do or explain something. He mentally shook his head from those thoughts.

"There isn't really precedent for this. So we aren't even sure ourselves what is going on."

"We will explain this to him." The echoed voices resounded from the entrance. Everyone's gaze turned towards the source and instantly the Council got up from their thrones and bowed collectively.

Even Percy himself lowered himself to one knee and bowed his head, even though he had a deep seated hatred for them.

For the Fates themselves had arrived and no one was insane enough to anger them. Not even the Gods themselves.

The three older women strode forward. Their black cloaks and shawls billowing behind them before they stood in front of Percy.

Completely ignoring the Olympian Council.

"Leave us." The one on Percy's left said with not even a glance in their direction. Percy looked up, stood and made to leave before the one in the middle spoke.

"Not you, Perseus Jackson." She pointed a withered hand in the direction of the Olympians. "Them."

Perseus sent a questioning and worried glance towards his father who shared it before he nodded reassuringly to him. He was the first to leave, dissolving into a vapor of water.

And one by one the Olympians flashed out as well.

Until it was only him and the three women who ruined his life.

He hadn't even thought to drop to his knee when the one on the right spoke. "You will not bow to us."

And in that moment, the thought that he should bow to them crossed his mind and left just as quickly.

The one on the left fiddled with a crochet and yarn while she spoke, an echo as the third lashed out onto his face, gripping it with a withered hand. "Slayer of the Minotaur."

His life flashed before his eyes as they spoke the meaningless titles.

"Demigod Champion."

"Holder of the Skies" And the other.

"Surveyor of the Labyrinth." They began switching between all three of them.

"Bane of Titans."

"Hero of Olympus."

"Praetor of Rome."

"Survivor of Tartarus."

"The Bane of Gaea"

"Apollyon."

"Savior to Olympus."

"Perseus Jackson." They spoke as one.

Percy was in tears again as he relived his life in a single moment. He gasped as he felt to a knee, a dull shockwave erupting as he landed. He didn't know how to feel.

Angry?

Sad?

Exhausted?

Scared?

The son of Poseidon was a turmoil and storm of emotions.

"Your achievements mean nothing to you as they mean nothing to us." The one on the right spoke again.

"However, when your life was supposed to end after causing Gaea to fade. Your yarn and string all spent and ready to be cut." The one on the left spoke after her sister.

"Yet when we went to finish your journey. There was no yarn to mold nor string to cut." The one in the middle finished.

"So we investigated."

"We followed."

"And observed."

"From a distance that is."

"And we researched."

"And learned." Their poetic speech was getting on his nerves but his ability to speak was gone as he continued to shed tears that he would've preferred were left unshed.

"We are the Spinners of Fate, young Perseus." The middle said.

"What we do is absolute." The right added.

"What we do is unending." The left finished.

"What we do know is that you are powerful."

"But everyone is subject to Fate."

"And so we pressed our mother."

"Stirred from her eternal slumber."

"To tell us that your journey has yet to end."

"Yet she cannot tell us where it goes."

"Nor where it begins nor ends."

"We did catch a glimpse, however."

"If deliberate."

"We do not know."

"Your powers are chaotic."

"Today is a witness to that."

"The Olympians recalled to the Mount."

"Fearing an attack on their territory."

"So closed all divine travel in Manhattan."

"They struggled to keep you from traveling."

"The Brothers Three, had to work in tandem to prevent you from doing so."

"They thought you a Titan on the offensive."

"Your power is like the sea itself."

"Vast."

"Limitless."

"Destructive."

"Emotional."

"Wild."

"Your power is divine and only grew exponentially when Mother Earth was forced into the Void."

"The Mist is a container."

"Like the sea, your power cannot be contained."

"It overwhelms the Mist itself."

"That is why mortals who are not clear sighted can see you for who you really are."

"A warrior."

"A reckoning."

"An unstoppable force."

"An immovable object."

"Similar to the Olympians."

"You must now focus the Mist."

"No longer is it a part of nature itself."

"But a tool to be used."

"To be molded"

Percy's tear dried face shook his head in confusion. The Fates quickly picked up on it.

"The Mist was woven into Nature."

"For the Gods, Titans and Primordials to use."

"To carry out their duties."

"To care for the mortal realm."

"The Titans were overthrown as were the Primordials." Percy bit out.

"As is they way of things."

There was a pregnant pause.

"You're talking about treason." It wasn't a statement but an accusation.

"Perhaps." The one in the middle remarked and they didn't look all that too concerned with the consequences with uttering such words.

Percy went to draw a kopis but didn't find the heart to do it. They realized that as if expecting it and continued.

"The Titans and Primordials for the most part neglected their duties."

"So they were replaced."

"You want me to replace them?" Percy questioned as he leaned backwards, wiping his dried tears away from his face. His voice distraught.

"No."

"You may have the strength to do so."

"But you are more valuable in other ways."

"For all their faults."

"The Olympians are good for this world."

"Yet we do not control your Fate."

"So we ask."

"Respectfully that is."

"And with all our gratitude."

"To be their Sword."

"Their Shield."

"Their Guardian."

"Their Destroyer."

There was another pause.

"We cannot make you immortal."

"We have tried."

"A failed attempt to bind you."

"To Olympus."

"And to the ancient laws."

"So we humbly ask you."

"To continue your current course."

"But should Olympus be in danger."

"That you shall answer her call."

That moment felt like an eternity while they simply stared at one another. Percy's mind absent, his eyes looking at nothing while the Fates worked on balls of yarn absentmindedly.

Percy stood, turned on his heel and left without another word.

Steve Rodgers rapped on the door with his knuckle and sighed.

He didn't want to wrap up some kid in the Initiative but Fury insisted.

And Steve mentally admitted that he would be a real asset to the team.

Clint and Natasha exchanged looks with each other at the hurried movement from the other side of the door.

"Hello?"

It was the same smooth, edged voice that was placed on the individual they came to see. Piercing, sea green eyes peeked around the door.

His eyes visibly narrowed.

"May we come inside?" Steve politely asked, his eyes flicking inside to get a brief glimpse of an empty hallway. With his enhanced hearing, he could hear two voices speaking amicably with each other and a baby gurgling happily.

The young adult moved to block his view.

"What do you want?" His voice, unwavering and if Steve was being honest, a flash of Colonel Phillips entered his mind.

It was gone in an instant though as fierce green eyes stared back at him.

"We have an offer." Steve said.

The warrior glanced at both Clint and Natasha before his gaze returned to Steve.

There was a momentary pause before he spoke again.

"Let's hear it."