Hi guys! Thank you so much for the comments and feedback! But I should probably mention I wrote this a loooong time ago and I am just now posting it. So this isn't exactly my best work, but I still want to share it with you. So please enjoy!
Camp Half-Blood:
"Replay the message!" Piper demanded.
"Cool it chica!" Leo said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. "We've already heard it like eight times."
"Just play it!" she demanded.
Leo just sighed and pushed the play button. A staticy voice played, frantic.
"This is Cassandra Damaris. I was visiting my dad when I got attacked by a hellhound. The Avengers saw a video of me killing it and took me in for questioning. I am now in a room with no way out. They took my bag with my ambrosia, daggers, and drachmas."
There was a pause and you could hear thundering footsteps getting louder.
"They already have a lot of evidence against me and it honestly can't get any worse. So IM me." You could hear a hissing sound before the recording went silent.
Piper ran a hand through her hair and looked up, panicked.
"What do we do? It's just a matter of time before they connect the dots and come after all of us! What if they find camp?" she shouted.
The last question made Leo's face harden and get serious. "We won't let them. Show this to Chiron. Tell him to call a meeting. No one hurts our family."
I woke up once again after being knocked out, but this time I was back in the questioning room. My back hurt from the hard metal chair, and I groaned as I sat upright. Then I remembered the pearl and me getting tackled by a certain red headed master assassin. At least the message got sent to camp though.
Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked someone new. It was the famous Iron Man, holding a bag with little pieces of debris in it. He was silent as he walked over before he sat down and spoke.
"Did you make this?" he asked with interest. What an odd question to start with.
I should've kept silent, but I thought "What's the harm?". "No," I shrugged, "a...friend did."
"Your friend must've been a stone cold genius to have made this. From what I can tell it's a recording device. But the design is so small that I can't believe he figured out a way to make this work!" he proclaimed. He didn't really seem to care about what I'd been doing with it, which I thought was suspicious.
"So, you immediately assume it's a 'he'?" I scoffed.
"Was it a she?" he questioned.
"Maybe, maybe not." I replied, shrugging.
"Wow, you're really trying not to give any information away." he noticed.
"One can never be too careful," I claimed.
"Kid, sympathize with us for a moment. We see a video of a young girl fighting a large monster. We have no idea who this girl is or if there are more of these monsters that could be attacking innocent civilians. So we take her in for questioning, only she's not telling us anything. So for all we know, there could be a million of those weird monsters attacking people right now." he explained.
"Sympathize with me for a moment. I'm just visiting my dad when I get attacked. I thankfully survived the attack, but right after that, I get kidnapped!" I exclaimed.
"C'mon kid, were just trying to keep everyone safe," he insisted. His face seemed sincere and full of emotion.
I'll admit, I kind of felt bad, so I gave a small piece of information. "Fine," I sighed, "there aren't any of those monsters attacking innocent people who can't defend themselves. There, happy?"
He nodded and smiled, "Yes. Can you tell us anything else?"
"I just told you something!" I argued.
Before he could reply, the door opened and revealed a man in a white lab coat. He had black hair and glasses on, and I assumed he was a doctor. I vaguely remembered my siblings talking about an Avenger who was a doctor. His name was... Bruce, Bruce Banner! Yes, that was it! He was the one who turned into the green giant!
"Hey, Fury wants me to run some tests," he said timidly.
"Yeah ok, she's not giving me anything anyways," Tony sighed. "For all we now there could be a bunch of teenagers with no control running around stabbing people with glowing weapons. They probably don't have any idea what they're messing with or the consequences."
Now he crossed the line. All they view us as is impulsive and irresponsible teens that don't think about any consequences. They have no idea what we've been through. Two wars. Fighting for our lives daily. And while we do all that, we have to hide from stupid government organizations that only want to use us as lab rats.
Stark saw the fury in my eyes as I clenched my fists. Good.
He just rolled his eyes and gave me a playful glare. "C'mon kid what are you going to do-"
I know I shouldn't have done anything but all of my anger built up the last couple of days, so I couldn't help myself. He was cut short by me raising my fist and punching him in the gut. He doubled over in pain and groaned.
"That's what I'm going to do," I said smirking before walking out the door.
Bruce just look amused and said, "This way."
I took one last look at Tony before huffing, and following Bruce.
Bruce wasn't as on edge as the others. I assumed it was because he wasn't a master assassin who kills people for a living, but then again, that was just a guess. He stood in front of me leading the way, instead of standing behind me watching my every move.
After a while, we arrived at what I assumed was the lab. It had a bed that looked like the one you'd find at a doctors office, but across from the bed were lots of computers and technology I couldn't name.
"So, this is just going to be a basic physical, and I'm going to make sure you're healthy. You are also going to get a blood sample taken. Sound good?" he asked.
It sounded fine, nothing major-wait. Did he say blood sample. Oh gods, I'm sooooo screwed now! He is probably gonna wonder why I only have half a DNA helix! Confused? Let me explain. Gods don't have DNA, so demigods only have half a DNA helix, which is their non-godly parent's genes. Make sense? Okay, moving on.
"Wait," I said frantically, "did you say I'm getting blood taken?!"
"Yeah, is that a problem?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned.
"Ummm...yeah I just have like this major fear of needles, so can we just like skip that part?" I said hopefully.
Any trained professional could have seen how this might've been suspicious, a girl that fights giant wolves is afraid of needles? Yeah, no. But since he was no trained professional, he believed me.
"I'll talk with Fury, but I'm pretty sure he is gonna want that blood sample," he stated.
"Let me talk to Fury," I argued. Maybe I could get him alone in a room and use my charmspeak. The reason I hadn't used it sooner was because I obviously could charmspeak a whole organization. Even if I had charmspeaked Fury, alone in a room, to let me go, I'd still have to navigate through the whole building without getting seen! If I did use my charmspeak, I'd need a solid plan.
"Well actually, he should be coming in a few minutes for th-"
Just then the door opened and in came Fury. "Have you started yet?" he asked Bruce almost immediately.
"No," I replied, "I need to talk to you."
He raised an eyebrow. "If this is about you punching Stark and wanting to apologize..."
"Oh gods no," I scoffed.
"Gods? As in plural?" Fury asked.
Oh no. "Oh um yeah because of the um new revalation about the Asgardian gods," I stuttered. I quickly changed the subject. "Ummm I need to talk to you in private."
"Concerning what?" he demanded.
"Something," I replied.
"You can talk to me here, once Agent Romanoff arrives," he declared.
Damn it! I'll just have to figure out a new plan. I just knew that I couldn't get let them take my blood.
I was thinking of a plan when the door opened, yet again. In walked Black Widow, who I assumed was actually known as Agent Romanoff.
"You haven't started yet?" she noticed.
"No, Miss Damaris was just about to talk to us about.. how did she put it, yes 'something'," he informed.
Then it hit me. It was risky, but better than letting them discover my blood. It was a desperate, last resort play.
"I wanna make a deal," I stated.
"What kind of deal?" Widow questioned.
"The kind you'll want to take."