Okay so I need to add another disclaimer, I do not own the Earth to Hell series. All characters belong to their respected owner Kylie Chan. A beautiful woman to have the privilege of meeting. If you've not heard of the series you're missing out, first book is White Tiger!
~Previous Chapter~
~Hellicarrier, Fury's POV~
Sighing I ran a hand over my bald head and looked out over New York. It looked peaceful, tranquil even. But down in alleyways and dark streets the monsters of my kind lurked, waiting, watching. "I want you guys to find him, because the Gods are worried, after the last war, Percy never returned the same. I can't blame him after everything he's been through and how the Gods have treated him. But there's another battle coming and this time we'll need the other pantheons to help. And we need his help, he was the greatest leader the demigods have ever known. He's stronger than even you. Right now he's broken and doesn't know how to fix himself. I want the Avengers to find him so that we can help him." I told him. We NEEDED to find him and the Avengers HAD to understand what exactly he's been through so they can help him. "I'm starting the search early, I'll report directly to you with any information I find." With a nod he left back for Asgard to gather his information and start the search.
~Stark Tower, Romanoff's POV~
"Okay so what we know from the first chapter is his name: Percy Jackson. He's apparently 12 when he wrote this entry. He destroyed his pre-algebra teacher who apparently never existed in the first place. Mr. Brunner and this Grover kid are both in the know of what the hell's going on with him and are remaining silent about it." Clint revised on what we all heard in the book.
"Yes Birdman we know. We were paying attention. What I want to do now is start a pool on how much of this is bull and Fury pulling our legs with this shit." Stark condescended him. I really want to shoot him, but I know that Fury would have my head for desert if I did.
"Stark, Fury said that everything in these journals is true and he's not known for pulling people's legs. Even metophorically. Now can we please continue the reading and find out exactly why Fury wanted us to read them in the first place." I reprimanded him as I picked up the book again and started reading the second chapter.
2 THREE OLD LADIES KNIT THE SOCKS OF DEATH
"Why do I get this feeling that I've seen them before?" I thought to myself.
"Well this sounds like doom and gloom." Clint commented, Stark snorted but kept quiet. Good I would of thrown something at him. Namely a throwing knife of some kind.
I was used to the occasional weird experience, but usually they were over quickly. This twenty- four/seven hallucina-tion was more than I could handle. For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on me. The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr-a perky blond woman whom I'd never seen in my life until she got on our bus at the end of the field trip-had been our pre-algebra teacher since Christmas.
Every so often I would spring a Mrs. Dodds reference on somebody, just to see if I could trip them up, but they would stare at me like I was psycho.
"Kid I probably would too, especially after the killing of this Mrs. Dodd's creature." Steve sighed, understanding the kids confusion.
"I want to know how someone can be around a group that big, go missing and turn up as non-existant." Stark scowled at this mystery that was eating at all of us.
"Stark shut up and let me keep reading maybe the answer is in here. There seems to be something going on that the boy isn't aware of." I stated and returned to the page.
It got so I almost believed them-Mrs. Dodds had never existed.
Almost.
But Grover couldn't fool me. When I mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, then claim she didn't exist. But I knew he was lying.
"Got to have at least one friend who's crap at hiding secrets or is just that amazing they can find out about them without being told." Stark stated while blowing his own ego.
"Wow Stark. I'm shocked you haven't blown up with your ego sitting in the stratosphere. Tell how hard you hit earth when you get back." I exasperated, bored of his self inflating egotistical manner.
Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum.
I didn't have much time to think about it during the days, but at night, visions of Mrs. Dodds with talons and leathery wings would wake me up in a cold sweat.
The freak weather continued, which didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in my dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy. One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.
Banner and Steve perked up at the mention of this. "I remember hearing about that!" I smirked it wasn't often these two were in sync.
Stark didn't like the fact he knew nothing about these events. "JARVIS when did such an event happen and why was I not notified!?"
"Sir, the events happened about 5 years ago, you were told about them as they happened Sir. You simply told me to leave it to FEMA to handle." He stated.
"That sounds very much like our tin man." Clint mused from his nest. I rolled my eyes at the two and continued on.
I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the time. My grades slipped from Ds to Fs. I got into more fights with Nancy Bobofit and her friends. I was sent out into the hallway in almost every class.
Finally, when our English teacher, Mr. Nicoll, asked me for the millionth time why I was too lazy to study for spelling tests, I snapped. I called him an old sot. I wasn't even sure what it meant, but it sounded good.
The headmaster sent my mom a letter the following week, making it official: I would not be invited back next year to Yancy Academy.
"Wow, not even I got expelled from Yancy and I got into all SORTS of trouble." Stark seemed impressed with the apparent achievement.
Fine, I told myself. Just fine.
I was homesick.
I wanted to be with my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Side, even if I had to go to public school and put up with my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid poker parties.
"Hey guys, if Fury said that all this was real maybe the kid is real. Anyone want to go and check out Upper East Side?" Steve suggested, it wasn't a bad idea. I marked our position and placed the book down on the table, looking up.
"That's a good idea Steve. It'll give us a chance to look into all of this and for us to move about. Let's roll guys." I got up and made my way to the elevator when it dinged. The doors opened to reveal one Director Fury. "Sir..."
"JARVIS we have a security breach! Again!" Stark called out.
"Sorry Sir, but there isn't much I can do when my systems have been over-rided." He reasoned with the idiot.
"Sir, I thought you said you wouldn't be back until we'd finished the books." I asked.
"I did however this has to do with Thor, as you all know he already knows the story you're all reading. He's also worked out who I am." He stated with authority.
"Point Break worked out who you are after reading only the first chapter!? How did he do that when I'm the genius of the group!?" Stark cried indignantly.
"THOR worked out who I am because of what he is and who he knows. Do NOT ask him to tell you who I am, if you think I'm tight lipped wait till you try getting answers from him." He mysteriously answered. Thor tight lipped? Wait, '...worked out who I am because of WHAT he is and WHO he knows.' That's a clue! I filed that away for further research. "As a matter of fact you won't be seeing Thor for a while. He's started your mission early since he knows everything. He won't be anywhere you can find him or contact him. So Stark!" He yelled, Stark turned and eyed him." Don't even think of trying." With that he once more turned and entered the elevator and stood to the side. "Weren't you going somewhere Agent Romanoff?" I shook my head as the doors closed. I made my way back to the lounge.
"Are we still going to Upper East Side or are we going to get back the story?" Banner asked. I shook my head.
"No we've got research to do. Fury left us a clue to work with." I jumped up and grabbed one of the massive window markers Stark kept around the joint.
"Oh and what clue would that be! I'm the genius, I'd know if he left a clue..." Stark kept babbling and I started writing. WHO does Thor know? WHAT is Thor? "These are the clues." I stated everyone looked confused so I indulged them. "Thor Odinson Norse God of Thunder, Heir Prince to the throne of Asgard. Now when I did my degree in Mythology, Norse was one of the major three. There's Greek, Roman and Norse with Chinese following close behind. Now if Thor's the NORSE God of Thunder, what do you think the chances are that the other Pantheons are also every bit as real as Thor and Loki are?" I stated. It was all starting to fit.
"I can see why you're thinking like this 'Tash but seriously, more Gods!? I've had my days with Gods. I can be around Thor because I don't see him as a God." Clint said to me. I understood what he was saying but if Thor can be like this and Loki as he is, then I have no doubt in my mind that there could be gods like Thor out there.
"Just don't throw this theory out the window just yet. Lets get back to reading and see what kind of mess this kid was able to get himself into." I moved back to the lounge and saw the book gone. Banner had it in his hand, he smiled at me kindly.
"I believe it's my turn to do a bit of reading." He stated and then started.
I wanted to be with my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Side, even if I had to go to public school and put up with my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid poker parties.
And yet... there were things I'd miss at Yancy. The view of the woods out my dorm window, the Hudson River in the distance, the smell of pine trees. I'd miss Grover, who'd been a good friend, even if he was a little strange. I worried how he'd survive next year without me.
"There's always something you miss about places, it's where the memories lie." Banner quietly stated.
I'd miss Latin class, too-Mr. Brunner's crazy tournament days and his faith that I could do well.
"If we can find him I'll have another person to speak Latin to!" I almost squealed. No one else knew Latin so I went to Greece and Rome to keep myself in practice.
"Yeah Latin is a dead language, no one speaks Latin anymore. I believe I told you that when you were employed by me." Stark once again proved his idiocy by opening his mouth.
"Stark if you COULD speak Latin you'd find that most Greeks and some Romans can actually understand Latin either in full or in small amounts." I coolly told him, I was going to kill him soon. Banner saw what would happen if he didn't move it along.
As exam week got closer, Latin was the only test I stud-ied for. I hadn't forgotten what Mr. Brunner had told me about this subject being life-and-death for me. I wasn't sure why, but I'd started to believe him.
"That's called insanity kid, it'll kill your mind." Stark stated boredly.
"I gather you speak from experience?" Steve asked amused.
"You bet I do." And the story went on.
The evening before my final, I got so frustrated I threw the Cambridge Guide to Greek Mythology across my dorm room. Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one- eighties as if they were riding skateboards. There was no way I was going to remember the difference between Chiron and Charon, or Polydictes and Polydeuces. And conjugating those Latin verbs? Forget it.
"Um what the hell! I can get frustrated but for words to start coming out of the pages. That's a good one." Stark called out having already forgotten what was stated in the first chapter.
"Stark, the kid has ADHD and Dyslexia, study for him would be absolute hell." Banner supplied feeling sorry for the kid.
I paced the room, feeling like ants were crawling around inside my shirt.
I remembered Mr. Brunner's serious expression, his thousand-year-old eyes. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson.
I took a deep breath. I picked up the mythology book.
"Mature too from the sounds of it." Steve stated. Stark meerly scoffed.
I'd never asked a teacher for help before. Maybe if I talked to Mr. Brunner, he could give me some pointers. At least I could apologize for the big fat F I was about to score on his exam. I didn't want to leave Yancy Academy with him thinking I hadn't tried.
I walked downstairs to the faculty offices. Most of them were dark and empty, but Mr. Brunner's door was ajar, light from his window stretching across the hallway floor.
I was three steps from the door handle when I heard voices inside the office. Mr. Brunner asked a question. A voice that was definitely Grover's said "... worried about Percy, sir."
"Ohhh, shits about to go down." stark started to get excited, for what I don't know.
I froze.
I'm not usually an eavesdropper, but I dare you to try not listening if you hear your best friend talking about you to an adult.
I inched closer.
"... alone this summer," Grover was saying. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too-"
"We would only make matters worse by rushing him," Mr. Brunner said. "We need the boy to mature more."
"But he may not have time. The summer solstice dead-line- "
"Will have to be resolved without him, Grover. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can."
"Sir, he saw her... ."
"His imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince him of that."
"Sir, I ... I can't fail in my duties again." Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean."
"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy alive until next fall-"
The mythology book dropped out of my hand and hit the floor with a thud.
Mr. Brunner went silent.
Oh no, run kid! They'll eat you alive and peal your skin off layer by layer!" Stark yelled making almost all of us jump.
My heart hammering, I picked up the book and backed down the hall.
A shadow slid across the lighted glass of Brunner's office door, the shadow of something much taller than my wheelchair-bound teacher, holding something that looked suspiciously like an archer's bow.
I opened the nearest door and slipped inside.
A few seconds later I heard a slow clop-clop-clop, like muf-fled wood blocks, then a sound like an animal snuffling right outside my door. A large, dark shape paused in front of the glass, then moved on.
A bead of sweat trickled down my neck.
"'A sound like an animal'? What the hell is going on?" Clint voiced our thoughts.
Somewhere in the hallway, Mr. Brunner spoke. "Nothing," he murmured. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice."
"Mine neither," Grover said. "But I could have sworn ..."
"Go back to the dorm," Mr. Brunner told him. "You've got a long day of exams tomorrow."
"Don't remind me."
The lights went out in Mr. Brunner's office.
I waited in the dark for what seemed like forever.
Finally, I slipped out into the hallway and made my way back up to the dorm.
Grover was lying on his bed, studying his Latin exam notes like he'd been there all night.
"Hey," he said, bleary-eyed. "You going to be ready for this test?"
I didn't answer.
"You look awful." He frowned. "Is everything okay?"
"No, no he's not okay he's going insane! Hell anyone would be with study." Stark growled.
"Stark shut up and Banner keep going." I snapped at them both.
"Just... tired."
I turned so he couldn't read my expression, and started getting ready for bed.
I didn't understand what I'd heard downstairs. I wanted to believe I'd imagined the whole thing.
But one thing was clear: Grover and Mr. Brunner were talking about me behind my back. They thought I was in some kind of danger.
The next afternoon, as I was leaving the three-hour Latin exam, my eyes swimming with all the Greek and Roman names I'd misspelled, Mr. Brunner called me back inside.
For a moment, I was worried he'd found out about my eavesdropping the night before, but that didn't seem to be the problem.
"Percy," he said. "Don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy. It's ... it's for the best."
His tone was kind, but the words still embarrassed me. Even though he was speaking quietly, the other kids finishing the test could hear. Nancy Bobofit smirked at me and made sarcastic little kissing motions with her lips.
I mumbled, "Okay, sir."
"I mean ..." Mr. Brunner wheeled his chair back and forth, like he wasn't sure what to say. "This isn't the right place for you. It was only a matter of time."
My eyes stung.
Here was my favorite teacher, in front of the class, telling me I couldn't handle it. After saying he believed in me all year, now he was telling me I was destined to get kicked out.
"Right," I said, trembling.
"No, no," Mr. Brunner said. "Oh, confound it all. What I'm trying to say ... you're not normal, Percy. That's noth-ing to be-"
"Thanks," I blurted. "Thanks a lot, sir, for reminding me.
"Percy-"
But I was already gone.
"Ouch that has to hurt where it matters." Stark stated emotionally though he was faking the whole damn thing. I had, had enough of Stark and tackled him to the ground and tied his arms up and gagged him.
"There now we will be able to read the book in peace without a billion interruptions. This is already taking a long time as it is." I brushed my hands of invisible dirt and sat back down, Stark now rendered unable to speak. The silence was golden!
On the last day of the term, I shoved my clothes into my suitcase.
The other guys were joking around, talking about their vacation plans. One of them was going on a hiking trip to Switzerland. Another was cruising the Caribbean for a month. They were juvenile delinquents, like me, but they were rich juvenile delinquents. Their daddies were executives, or ambassadors, or celebrities. I was a nobody, from a family of nobodies.
They asked me what I'd be doing this summer and I told them I was going back to the city.
What I didn't tell them was that I'd have to get a summer job walking dogs or selling magazine subscriptions, and spend my free time worrying about where I'd go to school in the fall.
"Oh," one of the guys said. "That's cool."
They went back to their conversation as if I'd never existed.
The only person I dreaded saying good-bye to was Grover, but as it turned out, I didn't have to. He'd booked a ticket to Manhattan on the same Greyhound as I had, so there we were, together again, heading into the city.
During the whole bus ride, Grover kept glancing nervously down the aisle, watching the other passengers. It occurred to me that he'd always acted nervous and fidgety when we left Yancy, as if he expected something bad to happen. Before, I'd always assumed he was worried about getting teased. But there was nobody to tease him on the Greyhound.
Finally I couldn't stand it anymore.
I said, "Looking for Kindly Ones?"
"Way to give yourself up kid." Clint muttered at the rookie mistake. I nodded with him rule #101 for interrogation, never let people know how much you know. Bobbie, one of the Agents just below Clint and me was able to actually reverse this rule and still get more information out. She was good at interrogation.
Grover nearly jumped out of his seat. "Wha-what do you mean?"
I confessed about eavesdropping on him and Mr. Brunner the night before the exam.
Grover's eye twitched. "How much did you hear?"
"Oh ... not much. What's the summer solstice dead-line?"
He winced. "Look, Percy ... I was just worried for you, see? I mean, hallucinating about demon math teachers ..."
"Grover-"
"And I was telling Mr. Brunner that maybe you were overstressed or something, because there was no such person as Mrs. Dodds, and ..."
"Grover, you're a really, really bad liar."
His ears turned pink.
"Wow he really does suck at lying. I thought the kid was kidding or simply knew him that well." Banner said shocked.
From his shirt pocket, he fished out a grubby business card. "Just take this, okay? In case you need me this summer.
The card was in fancy script, which was murder on my dyslexic eyes, but I finally made out something like:
Grover Underwood
Keeper
Half-Blood Hill
Long Island, New York
(800) 009-0009
"What's Half-"
"Don't say it aloud!" he yelped. "That's my, um ... summer address."
My heart sank. Grover had a summer home. I'd never considered that his family might be as rich as the others at Yancy.
"Okay," I said glumly. "So, like, if I want to come visit your mansion."
He nodded. "Or ... or if you need me."
"Why would I need you?"
"Yeah why would he need your help, not like he can't get out of things himself." Stark spoke up, he'd managed to get rid of the gag enough that he could speak and be heard. Great.
It came out harsher than I meant it to.
Grover blushed right down to his Adam's apple. "Look, Percy, the truth is, I-I kind of have to protect you."
I stared at him.
All year long, I'd gotten in fights, keeping bullies away from him. I'd lost sleep worrying that he'd get beaten up next year without me. And here he was acting like he was the one who defended me.
"Grover," I said, "what exactly are you protecting me from?"
There was a huge grinding noise under our feet. Black smoke poured from the dashboard and the whole bus filled with a smell like rotten eggs. The driver cursed and limped the Greyhound over to the side of the highway.
After a few minutes clanking around in the engine compartment, the driver announced that we'd all have to get off. Grover and I filed outside with everybody else.
We were on a stretch of country road-no place you'd notice if you didn't break down there. On our side of the highway was nothing but maple trees and litter from passing cars. On the other side, across four lanes of asphalt shimmering with afternoon heat, was an old-fashioned fruit stand.
"Crap place to break down." Steve stated
The stuff on sale looked really good: heaping boxes of blood red cherries and apples, walnuts and apricots, jugs of cider in a claw-foot tub full of ice. There were no customers, just three old ladies sitting in rocking chairs in the shade of a maple tree, knitting the biggest pair of socks I'd ever seen.
I mean these socks were the size of sweaters, but they were clearly socks. The lady on the right knitted one of them. The lady on the left knitted the other. The lady in the middle held an enormous basket of electric-blue yarn.
All three women looked ancient, with pale faces wrinkled like fruit leather, silver hair tied back in white bandannas, bony arms sticking out of bleached cotton dresses.
"I've seen those ladies before. They were in Central Park when I saw them about 3-4 years ago during the Manhattan Sleep. They had hundreds of socks of all sizes around them." I stated as I remembered where I'd seen them.
"Really, three little old ladies got you crawling for the bed covers?" Stark teased, but deep inside me, my instincts were saying there was more to them then and still is now.
The weirdest thing was, they seemed to be looking right at me.
I looked over at Grover to say something about this and saw that the blood had drained from his face. His nose was twitching.
"Grover?" I said. "Hey, man-"
"Tell me they're not looking at you. They are, aren't they?"
"Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?"
"Not funny, Percy. Not funny at all."
The old lady in the middle took out a huge pair of scissors-gold and silver, long-bladed, like shears. I heard Grover catch his breath.
"We're getting on the bus," he told me. "Come on."
"What?" I said. "It's a thousand degrees in there."
"Come on!'" He pried open the door and climbed inside, but I stayed back.
Across the road, the old ladies were still watching me. The middle one cut the yarn, and I swear I could hear that snip across four lanes of traffic. Her two friends balled up the electric-blue socks, leaving me wondering who they could possibly be for-Sasquatch or Godzilla.
At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered, and the engine roared back to life.
The passengers cheered.
"Darn right!" yelled the driver. He slapped the bus with his hat. "Everybody back on board!"
Once we got going, I started feeling feverish, as if I'd caught the flu.
Grover didn't look much better. He was shivering and his teeth were chattering.
"Grover?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you not telling me?"
"Probably a lot considering everything else that's happened." I stated, there had to be more to this.
He dabbed his forehead with his shirt sleeve. "Percy, what did you see back at the fruit stand?"
"You mean the old ladies? What is it about them, man? They're not like ... Mrs. Dodds, are they?"
His expression was hard to read, but I got the feeling that the fruit-stand ladies were something much, much worse than Mrs. Dodds. He said, "Just tell me what you saw."
"The middle one took out her scissors, and she cut the yarn."
He closed his eyes and made a gesture with his fingers that might've been crossing himself, but it wasn't. It was something else, something almost-older.
He said, "You saw her snip the cord."
"Yeah. So?" But even as I said it, I knew it was a big deal.
"This is not happening," Grover mumbled. He started chewing at his thumb. "I don't want this to be like the last time."
"What last time?"
"Always sixth grade. They never get past sixth."
"Grover," I said, because he was really starting to scare me. "What are you talking about?"
"Let me walk you home from the bus station. Promise me."
This seemed like a strange request to me, but I promised he could.
"Is this like a superstition or something?" I asked.
No answer.
"Grover-that snipping of the yarn. Does that mean somebody is going to die?"
He looked at me mournfully, like he was already picking the kind of flowers I'd like best on my coffin.
Banner closed the book, showing the finish of the chapter. I looked out the window, with out my scribble over it, over the city of New York. It was sunset, the clock stated it was close to 5.
"Who wants pizza!?" Stark yelled getting a chorus of 'Yeah' and 'Sure's. I wasn't all that hungry and stayed behind. Grabbing the books I went to my room and sped read them. This kid had one hell of a life. Finding out he was Poseidon's son, blamed for the theft of Zuses Lightning Bolt, then having to fight his grandfather, Kronos to save the shield in his camp. Blowing up Mt. Saint Helens, a feat that even I'm impressed with, though his actual plan was rather stupid and deadly. Having his mind wiped and being thrown into the Roman camp and form an alliance. Falling into Tarturus, the torture he faced no normal human being could have pulled themselves out. The death of his girlfriend and friends, being possessed by Geia the premidoral Goddess Mother Earth. then letting all his fury take over giving him the power to kill her ending the war and saving the world. Without anyone knowing the truth. The Gods treated him like absolute crap, he was seen as a nothing but a pawn in their games. And yet he still stood, he still played his part in their battles. Having finished reading I got up and walked out of Starks Tower and hailed a taxi to take me to S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters. I needed to see Fury.
~Steve's POV, Starks Tower~
We'd returned from getting pizza to Natasha not being around and the books missing. Clint went ahead and scouted the area and came back with the books. "Where were they?" I asked.
"In Nat's room. My guess is she sped read the books and got answers and has gone to HQ to see Fury." He reasoned, it was a highly plausible idea. I wonder what she read to be able to work everything out.
~Fury's POV, S.H.I.E.L.D HQ~
There was a knock at my door, usually Hill doesn't leave for another two hours. It might be Thor with news. "Enter." The door opened and Agent Romanoff came in. "Agent Romanoff, to what do I owe this visit?" I asked, the Avengers weren't finished reading the books.
"Sir I have some questions to ask, about your heritage." she seemed nervous, odd for an agent of her level.
"Ask away but answer this first. How much do you know?" I asked her coolly. clasping my hands together on top of my desk.
"I've read all of the books Sir, I had an idea in my head on what was going on and needed proof so I went ahead. Sir may I be blunt?" She was be cautious, she usually was polite but never this polite.
"You may. Though I remember saying that the reading of those books was to be a team effort not a race." I reprimanded her, she usually stuck to rules like bark to a tree.
"You did Sir, but as I said, I had an idea on where it could of been going and I told the others but I kept thinking I was insane for thinking it. I got the clue from you when you said 'worked out who I am because of WHAT he is and WHO he knows.' when you were talking about Thor." I knew she was highly intelligent but I never thought it would this intelligent. One clue dropped by me and she had hit nail in the head. I shook my head.
"Alright then ask your questions." I replied.
"If my theory is right in regards to what's going on, Thor's Pantheon isn't the only one we have had interaction with. So does that mean the Greeks, Romans and Chinese are also real?" Damn that question, the one that could get me into a lot of trouble. Wait maybe she can help with the politics.
"Yes it does, the Greeks and Romans are one and the same just harder or softer personalities. The Greeks is the softer of the two. The Chinese usually keep to themselves, they don't talk to other outside their center often in fact it's rare. The Jade Emperor is rumored to have a massive stick up his ass, yes bigger than the one I have in mine." I answered her unasked, but thought of question.
"How much have they meddled with mortal lives?" She demanded.
"They try not to meddle with mortal lives as much as possible however, sometimes it's inevitable." I told her. "They do sometimes come down, I know for a fact that one of the Chinese Gods, Shen they call themselves, lives almost permanently on the Earthly Plane." She nodded her head in understanding.
"Am I right to assume that you are a demigod?" I smirked, this was the reason she was hired after the debacle in Budapest.
"You would be, I am Nicholas J. Fury son of the Greek Goddess Nemises holder of Justice, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D and your boss." I smirked as I finally told someone else who I am.
"Nemesis was the Goddess of Justice and Revenge wasn't she?" I almost laughed at the statement. So many got the two confused.
"No, she's the Goddess of Justice and Retribution. I took the side of Justice, if you didn't get that. My brother Ethan however, took the side of Retribution. You, of course, already know what happened to him. Agent Romanoff." I called and then sighed. "Natasha, I have a mission for you that is of the utmost importance and time is of the essence. We are about to go to war with a force the Greek and Roman demigods can't handle alone and the Greek/Roman Gods will be helping as much as they can. However, we need more help. I'd like you to take a quinjet and go to Hong Kong, you've got clearance to park in a private hanger, there you'll meet a Mr. Leo Alexander he will take you to meet with the Chinese God that resides on the Earthly Plane. The Greek Gods organized it, I'm simply the messenger of the plan. This will be a diplomatic mission, I would go but I'm tied here and none of the demigods are qualified except for the few that are healing wounds that go deeper than the mind. Will you accept and represent humanity." I looked at her, almost pleading with her to say yes.
"Of course Sir, solo or may I take another?" She asked.
"Agent Hill will be going with you, she'll be informed of the situation and will meet you in the hanger in one hour. You're to leave as soon as she get to you." I stated, it's long time I told Agent Hill.
"Understood Sir." Romanoff turned on her heel and walked off to prepare our talk had taken forty-five minutes. I think that's the quickest I've explained everything but then again when someone works it out, it does make it ten times easier.