Chapter 5: The New Mexico Base (can I just say this chapter is 14,078 works long)
A/N: EHRMAGEDS GUYS CAN I JUST SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU GUYS? I GOT SO MANY REPLIES TO THAT QUESTION THAT UH YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME.
Results of poll:
Now can I say first that some people asked for no relationship at all! I was like 'WHAT?' but I suppose that I do understand their reasoning though cause in some fanfics, the relationship makes the assassins all mushy and less awesome.
But let me just state that in this fanfic, despite how much of a big deal I made of it, will not be the relationships. They will be there sure, but both Percy and Harry are BAMFs and that will not change.
I will also state that, sorry to disappoint some people who might have been hoping for smut, but I intend to keep the rating at a T, so there will be NO EXPLICIT CONTENT IN THIS FANFIC (well in the sexual way).
The result was...*drum roll please* SLASH! Harry/Percy
Another reason why there will be no explicit scenes is because the poll WAS SO VERY CLOSE, 59 people voted slash, 51 people voted het and so I don't want to disappoint all those 51 people by ruining this fanfic that they are enjoying.
Reviews:
(reminder that I only usually reply if you leave an awesomely fantastical review or if you ask a question)
picabone99: That was some beautiful imagery that I thoroughly agree with.
ww1990ww: Holy shit that was some review. My reply feels somewhat...inadequate. Mainly because I wasn't really planning on including any characters from the Marvel comic verse. Just out of interest, how long did that review take you? Cause it was a good 1513 words! Longer than some of my shorter chapters in other fanfics! I feel awful for telling you this after you put so much effort into that amazing review but I don't really plan on introducing many (if any) of the characters/Gods/beings on your list so many many many apologies but many many many thanks for the review. However, I do love your idea that Spiderman ought to be mentored by Percy and Harry. =D
Trouble Cleft: *SPOILERS* Aw thanks, you know, I live for reviews like that! And I was kinda...idk almost disappointed by Blood of Olympus - not because shit didn't happen (CAUSE SHIT DID HAPPEN) - but because...the final battle was rather anticlimactic. Like *they were fighting desperately for their lives...and then the clouds parted and the Gods arrived and vaporised all the giants*...and also cause the fact that none of the main characters actually died... made it kinda unrealistic. I mean I completely understand, Rick Riordan's dilemma and the fact that if any of them had been killed off then the fandom would like simultaneously revolt and protest against it. But like, in PJO The Last Olympian, there were so many deaths that the war felt real. Beckendorf, Micheal (Yew), Silena, Ethan, Luke...But I did CRY AT THE END OF THE BOOK LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO WITH MY LIFE NOW! And anyway, that was probably a way mere enthusiastic response than you were planning on but I felt like a rant =)
Guest (number idk, the one that gave me a long list of 7 very good reasons why I should choose option 1[unfortunately I didn't]): You are very persuasive, I am seriously considering changing my decisions because of your review. Hmm. Damn, sorry, its just there were even more reviews persuading me to choose the other one. And in response to reason number 7 'If they were together, Fury would blow a gasket and have to be sent across dimensions to Arkham.' ...but that would be funny, ja?
Jilly221: sheepish face* yeah sorry about the typos, I haven't got a beta yet but I'm trying to get the updates out as soon as I can. Hmm...Loki. I can sympathise like he has no business going about being that hot. Idk what he will be like in my fanfic though.
Meg the Patriot: You like long chapters?... YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING LOVE THIS CHAPTER 14,078 WORDS BIATCHES.
Kai Chen: Don't worry, Fury will soon realise who his is dealing with.
Mowrotom1314: Yeah the oxymoron 'Two dead men...' poem has many variations and many verses but I decided to keep it short :)
Elifer: I don't mean to disappoint, but I'm not planning on having any explicit sex scenes in the fanfic (even if I do think of many possible scenarios where it could happen in my head). Apologies.
NotSoSlimSh4dy: Hmm, sorry to reveal that it is indeed slash. I will reveal to you that Percy and Harry will have a kid. An adoptive one. That goes by the name Peter Parker.
FictionGuy-20: Ok I completely sympathise with your dislike for smushy stuff that changes their personality. There will be some smushy stuff in this chapter (just a weeny bit) because they are so overwhelmed by each others magical/godly auras. There might be a bit more next chapter but then they will be back to being BAMF (in a slash relationship this time).
Akuma no Bara: Aw thanks!
Ghostunderasheet: Yes *fist bump* ITS SLASH! Unfortunately though, the two do not bump into Hawkeye in this chapter, and nor so you see Darcy or the Destroyer...BUT YOU WILL IN THE NEXT CHAPTER WHOOP!
WARNINGS: Death, probably torture, pain, wars, swearing, major plot change, SPOILERS, possibly slash relationships, weapons…rated T for now.
≈Ωne Fandom Is Not Enough≈
Previously-
Fury stared at his empty seat for a second and couldn't help thinking just how many things would explode if Percy Jackson ever met James Ev- no Harry Potter.
His eyes suddenly widened comically as he realised that Harry had been sent to the New Mexico Desert Base as Doctor Evans to help the astrophysics investigation of the supernatural hammer earlier that day.
Knowing Percy and knowing Harry, they were bound to run into each other- they were both drawn to danger.
Fury walked out of Percy's office hoping that the New Mexico Desert Base would still be standing tomorrow.
Harry Potter-
Harry had needed something to take his mind off things and so had leapt at the chance of detaching himself from his 'assassin persona' of Basilisk and slipping back into Dr Evans.
He frowned slightly, was he still Dr Evans, or now that Fury knew who he actually was, was he Dr Potter?
He mentally rolled his eyes at how easily he got distracted as he pulled on his white lab coat. He paused for a second, feeling slightly sentimental - he hadn't even touched his lab coat since he had become Basilisk.
It would feel good to just work with no risk of death as a mere scientist again.
And to not have to worry about that annoying Kraken figure who seemed to be consistently better than him.
He smiled happily as he realised that know that Fury knew who he really was, he no longer needed to travel the muggle way, he could apparate straight there!
He made sure to apparate into a empty toilet cubicle so that no one would see him appearing in mid air.
He hurried over to find Agent Coulson, he had seen and interacted with him a few times as Dr Evans, but never really worked with him because Coulson had only been a junior agent when Harry arrived and they had no need to interact when he was Basilisk.
He looked dubiously at the obviously hastily constructed base. The framework was shoddy at best, he could easily collapse the entire base with a a push in the right place. He wandlessly and nonverbally cast some privacy charms on himself so that no one one would notice as he drew his wand.
He started to trace some strengthening runes on the wall but found that the memory of what he had to do escaped him. He frowned, Hermione had taken it upon herself to educate him and Ron in runes whilst they were on the run, so that they could easily throw up some protective wards wherever they crashed that night.
He felt slightly ashamed of himself for forgetting them, but it had been about 20 years and he did try and forget.
Master, you are looking for the Uruz Rune. Chipped in Death helpfully.
Ah of course- wait which one was that?
The two lines, the left one larger than the right, and join by a straight line from their tips. Like a trapezium with out the base.
"Oh yeah, I totally knew that." he mumbled, tracing it onto the wall and tapping it gently, feeling some of his magic flow into all of the walls, strengthening it.
Next is the Ihwaz, the rune of defence.
"Oh? Are you expecting me to go through the whole routine?"
You may as well, Master. Better safe than sorry.
He shrugged in agreement and traced a few more on the wall, his memory of spells and runes slowly coming back to him as he worked quickly.
He then nodded satisfactorily at his work, mentally dusted off his hands and walked off to find Coulson.
Percy Jackson-
Percy vapour traveled to the New Mexico base, he had decided to don his old standard S.H.I.E.L.D uniform, he knew that in such a small base that people would question his lack of uniform.
In larger bases, it wasn't as much of a problem because so many thing were happening that people would see his assassin clothing but would not question it.
Of course, now Percy was back to being Commander Jackson, not Kraken, because people would be likely to ask for his name if he just looked like a soldier, not an assassin.
He landed a few meters away from the base, in the dessert and walked in the door.
"Identify yourself." stated the security guard on duty at the door.
He flashed his ID. "Commander Jackson, authorisation and clearance Level 14."
He saw the man's eyes widen at his authorisation level, for a good reason to, the highest level was level 15. And only the Director could achieve that. The man nodded and gestured for him to enter through the glass door.
He walked through the tunnel-like white sheets that led him to the main section around the 'mysterious unidentified paranormal object'. He reached the glass door to enter the base and he saw several people in lab coats rushing around monitors.
As he pushed open the door, he paused slightly.
Percy walked in and looked at the wall suspiciously. Frowning, he closed his eyes and reached out his left hand to the wall.
He pulled back harshly and stared at the wall, a tense feeling of unease coiling in his stomach.
The walls were literally singing in some sort of energy. It seemed very familiar, but he could not quite put his finger on what it was. Running his hand along the wall he noticed, that this energy had a sort of dark, strangely tempting and enticing feel.
He pulled back again, breathing quickly.
What was this?
Why did it seem, almost familiar?
He stepped back cautiously, noting that the energy seemed to be integrated into the wall, not exactly part of it but interwoven so tightly with it that it held it together.
Percy took another deep breath and noticed with a start that a a completely different sort of energy seemed to run though the floor.
He walked towards the scientists flocking about the machines and the pull of energy seemed to grow larger. He walked in the direction of the pull until he stood at the center of the base, staring directly at the 'mysterious unidentified paranormal object'.
A sort of strange subdued crackling energy seemed to radiate from it.
"Ah, Commander Jackson." called a voice.
Percy lifted his head, looking for Agent Coulson, who he knew was the source of the voice.
"Yes Phil." he murmured, his mind still whirling trying to work out what was up with the walls, and what was up with the thing sticking out of the ground.
Coulson raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "You mean sir."
He snorted. "Don't gimme that shit Phillip, I joined S.H.I.E.L.D years before you did, so don't you sir me."
Coulson rolled his eyes at Percy's childishness. "You are here purely for protectional reasons Perseu-"
"Don't you dare."
"Perseus-."
"I will-"
"You know I am actually more qualified than you. I'm level 8 now. So-"
"I'll have you know Phillip that I'm level 14 now."
A nearby lab assistant gasped at Percy's loud announcement. He winced, not realising how loud he was being.
Coulson's emotionless mask broke and Percy received a wide eyed look. "Level 14? Level 14!"
Percy nodded smugly and waved his hand dismissively. "Yes yes, I know that I am amazing, run along now little boy."
Coulson shook his head as he walked out. "You know, I think I enjoyed it much more when you were in Asia."
Percy just sighed disappointingly, "He's just jealous of my awesomeness."
Percy stood at the edge of the clearing around the 'mysterious unidentified paranormal object'. He frowned, looking upwards at the sky and glaring at it for raining. Obviously, Percy could very easily have stopped the water from touching him but it would have been very suspicious for all the other people to get wet and not him, for none of them knew he was a mutant.
Why even was the object in the open air? Couldn't they at least have put a roof over the top?
A man with dark messy hair was currently examining the object closely.
Percy noticed that what he could see protruding from the rock, looked like a handle of sorts attached to some sort of metal...lump? The handle itself looked like it was wrapped in...leather? Yes leather, that can't be normal.
Frowning, Percy tried to identify what it was. Most likely a weapon, especially as it exuded such power.
A...oh what was it?
Hammer! That's it.
It was a bit like Hephaestus', just with leather and a slightly shorter handle.
The man scrutinising the hammer murmured something softly, tapping the hammer and Percy started. That same tempting energy seemed to flow into the hammer and and as Percy looked more closely at the man, he noticed that it seemed to swirl around him.
Percy narrowed his eyes, what was this man? He seemed to be the source of this strange energy.
Was he a monster?
His innards curled tightly at the prospect of S.H.I.E.L.D being infiltrated by monsters. Then he frowned.
That couldn't be right, because now that he was a God, he could immediately identify monsters, so this man couldn't be a monster because he was still unidentifiable to him.
What was he?
Suddenly, the man seemed to sense Percy's curious eyes because his head snapped up and their eyes met, his eyes held barely concealed suspicion and confusion, much how Percy imagined his own to look.
Percy noticed that his eyes were a very deep green, like an emerald, that looked remarkably like a storm brewing.
Percy took a step back as he was suddenly hit with two huge realisations. (1) This was the strange scientist that Percy had seen outside Fury's office that day when he had been promoted to Special Agent; and (2), the strange dark and playful energy that surrounded the man was magic.
The man held even more magical power than Hecate herself.
Percy couldn't remember there being any older or stronger Gods of Magic, so what the Hades was he?
Harry Potter-
A/N: Please note that when Harry speaks to Death, he does so telepathically, except he does instinctively (so it feels just like talking) and so it is written from his POV and thus as normal speech.
Harry studied the monitor in front of him in annoyance. The object was giving out erratic waves of power, and energy.
There was no way that he could even try and understand what was going on without going any closer, but apparently, according to Coulson, he could not go any closer without one of the bodyguards on the scene.
Scowling, Harry was seriously considering telling Coulson that he was in fact the Secret Agent Basilisk and could cope perfectly fine without any henchmen breathing down is neck.
But fortunately, a 'henchman' had arrived and Coulson allowed the scientists access to the mysterious object.
He walked out into the area around the object, blanking the 'henchman' as he went (not that he actually noticed) and scowled again at the rain.
He could easily cast a quick drying spell on himself if it weren't for all the people watching.
Ugh, people these days.
He walked over to the object, trying to work out what it was. It almost looked like a Hammer.
What would a Hammer have flown in from outer space?
The idea seemed completely illogical.
Harry looked closely at the handle, it appeared to be wrapped in leather. Leather? Some sort of human object then. Maybe launched into space for some reason?
Looking at the base of the handle, Harry frowned, there seemed to be something inscribed on the bottom. He slipped out a pocket microscope and looked closely at the engravings. His eyes widened in shock as he noticed they were in fact runes.
Norse Runes to be precise.
This was some sort of magical object.
Were the Ancient Norse magical?
No, Master they were not. But their 'Gods' were.
Harry's eyes widened in shock. Gods? They were real? The Norse ones? Like all that stuff about Ragnarok and the World Serpent and stuff?
How did you know about that Master?
Harry blushed slightly. One of Dudley's magazines, when he had been younger had been about the Norse Gods. Harry actually remembered it all.
And no, it hasn't happened yet Master.
Harry frowned in confusion until he realised that Death was in fact talking about Ragnarok, not Dudley's magazines. He shuddered at the memory of the Dursleys, firmly pushing them from his mind.
So you mean to tell me, that Gods exist?
Yes Master.
Just the Norse ones?
All the ones that exist, exist Master.
"Death, that was just so useful." muttered Harry under his breath as he continued to examine the Runes.
There seemed to be several runes- no there were loads! They engraved all the way along the thin piece of metal wrapped around the handle on top of the leather. The largest one on the bottom was one that Harry didn't recognise though. It was intricate and inn the center a tiny gem was embedded, obviously to focus and concentrate the power of the Rune.
It must be a very powerful rune to need a gemstone anchor, mused Harry absently as he wrecked his memory for what the rune was.
It is the Rune of Lighting Master.
The Rune of Lighting? So who was the Norse God of Lightning?
Harry's eyes widened. "You mean to tell me that that is Thor's hammer?"
Yes Master.
"Wow" he breathed.
He put away his microscope and tapped the tip of the hammer, murmuring a quick damage diagnostic spell.
It was completely undamaged sans the fact that it was partially buried in rock.
"So what's it doing here then?" he mused, looking carefully at the where the metal of the hammer met the rock.
Thor has been banished from Asgard because of his reckless actions and thus has come to Earth, 'Midgard'. He is no longer able to wield it as Odin deemed him 'unworthy', so it has been cast out, along with him, powerless until someone truly worthy were to pick it up. That is why it is here Master.
"Would I be able to lift it?" he asked curiously.
Without a doubt Master.
"Wow, really?" he breathed in surprise.
Yes Master.
"That one was rhetorical. You know, I thought that after all these years you had learnt how to identify rhetorical questions."
Sorry Master.
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood up as he felt intense eyes on him. One of the key things he never forgot about the war was how to identify if someone was watching you. Right now, that 'henchman' was staring at him.
Harry frowned slightly, something about the man's aura felt a bit off, he couldn't quite put his finger on though.
'Tis only natural Master. You are the Master of Death after all.
"...what do you mean 'tis only natural', what's only natural?"
That you feel uncomfortable around him Master.
"So why is it only natural?"
Because he cannot die Master.
Harry's head snapped up at Death proclamation and instantly made eye contact with said man.
His eyes were an intense shade of green, perhaps not as dark as Harry's own, but just as fierce. They looked remarkably like a storm brewing.
Suddenly the face in front of him seemed slightly familiar, hadn't he seen that man outside Fury's office on that day about 10 years ago when he had been made a Secret Agent?
Harry wasn't quite sure why he remembered him, it wasn't like they even had spoken or anything.
There was just something terribly alluring and mysterious about the stranger. especially since...
"What the fuck did you just say?"
He cannot die Master.
"He cannot die."
Yes Master.
Harry took a deep breath. "And why not?"
Because he is a God Master.
Harry paused for a second, replaying what Death had said in his mind several times. Had he misheard Death?
"A God?" he whispered quietly.
Yes Master.
Suddenly his eyes brightened slightly. "Like one of these Norse Gods, like Thor? Is he here for the Hammer?"
No Master.
"No?" he deflated slightly, disappointed.
He is a Greek God.
"A Greek God?"
Yes Master.
Harry studied the man. He certainly looked like he had the body of a Greek God- not that Harry was specifically looking or anything. But he could appreciate beauty in all its forms.
Smooth, tanned skin stretched over his handsome face, which seemed to be marred by a slight frown in his own direction. If the man was a God then no doubt he felt something off about him.
He was the Master of Death after all.
"So why is he here then?"
Because he works for S.H.I.E.L.D Master.
Harry paused."You mean to tell me that there is a God working for S.H.I.E.L.D?" he asked weakly.
Percy Jackson-
The man stared at him for a long while as the two sized each other up.
Percy was still trying to identify why exactly he remembered this man from what, ten years ago? Its not like they even said a word to each other.
Maybe it was something to do with that dark alluring and mysterious magic that pulsed off his body. How had he not noticed it the first time? Or maybe he had, and that was why he specifically remembered him so clearly.
Yeah right, keep telling yourself that, grumbled a voice at the back of his head. You're are just a weirdo.
Percy pushed that depressing voice away from him as several shocked split-second emotions flew across the man's face. He was very good at concealing his emotions, any less trained agent would have missed them, but Percy picked them up clear as day. Several questions of his own flew through his head.
Why was this man shocked?
Why did he pulse with magic?
Why did said magic feel so playful and arous-
Nope he did not just think that. Did he?
Percy frowned. He had been fairly sure that he was straight. In the past years he hadn't wasted any time fretting about relationships since he had become a God. Nearly all the Gods disgusted him and no mortal would ever be able to live with him, what with him being immortal and all. Plus he didn't want to have any demigod children and endanger them.
So all in all he had a pretty good excuse for not questioning his sexuality.
He frowned at the man and narrowed his eyes.
Who was he?
He couldn't possible be a child of Hecate because no child would have more power than their parent. Except him. But he was an exception and the only reason he had more power than Poseidon was because of the Ophiotaurus sacrifice.
Wait maybe he was a new God?
A child of Hecate...and another God.
Or Goddess?
Percy wasn't really very sure how Gods and Goddesses worked. Like if Zeus can give birth from his brain and so can Athena, who's to say two Goddesses can't have a kid?
Percy and the strange love child of Hecate were broken from their strange staring contest as an alarm began to blare around the base.
Percy immediately tapped his mic and earbud. "What's the situation Phil?"
"Code PDIA. A man of unconfirmed identity has breached the fence, he is headed for the object. Barton's got eyes on him. Stay where you are."
"Who's Barton?"
"Hawkeye. He's a marksman, shoots with a bow."
"The dude with a bow? Wait you're serious? I saw him yesterday night at HQ. He seriously shoots with a bow?"
The unconfirmed love child of Hecate's mouth twitched slightly, obviously listening in what Percy was saying and was feeling just as incredulous.
"Yes. And- damn. The target just took down four security guards effortlessly. The alert has gone up to code CDIA."
"He sounds good, has Hawkeye shot him down yet?"
"No he's the last resort. Target is approximately 6'6", blonde and looks pretty much like pure muscle."
"Is he using any tactics?" asked Percy, preparing for a fight. He hadn't had a good one in a long time.
"No he looks like he's pretty much brute strength, but its pretty effective, he'll have made it to the clearing in no time."
"Huh, shame." he muttered.
Suddenly Percy realised that the mysterious magician was still standing in the clearing. "Out, get out!"
When the man made no move other than raise and eyebrow, Percy inwardly cursed. "Sir, you are not safe here, there is a potentially dangerous intruder heading this way."
The man looked at him calculatingly. "Code PDIA?"
Percy was slightly shocked, not many S.H.I.E.L.D employees actually bothered to learn the bazillion different codes they had unless they did fieldwork when it was actually needed. Either this guy had been in the field, or was just really keen.
Percy shook his head. "Now CDIA."
The man smiled, "S.H.I.E.L.D really are very unimaginative when they name things aren't they? Honestly, Potentially Dangerous Intruder Alert and Confirmed Dangerous Intruder Alert."
He shook his head as if the whole situation amused him and slowly walked out of the clearing.
Percy was still very confused when the same door opened to reveal a towering, built like a brick shit house blond.
Wait.
Holy shit, if this hammer was a God's weapon, was this its owner? A God?
But Percy felt no magic or power surges coming from him, in fact he seemed mortal.
Percy had no more time to think about Gods and such as the man lunged for the hammer. Percy darted in front of him grabbing his left arm and deftly twisting it behind his back. He then grabbed his left arm and pulled backwards. But the blond tried to push away from him and they were stuck in a weird kind of arm wrestle with Percy behind the blond dude.
Damn this guy was strong.
"Calm down dude." he muttered.
Percy was about to lift his knee and hit him hard in the nuts, but decided not to, knowing only too well how much it hurt. Instead he kicked the inside of the blond's knees, unbalancing him him and letting go of his right arm at the same time so that he fell slightly forwards.
"Down boy." he hissed as the blond managed to twist out of his hold and wind him with a knee at the same time.
Percy regained his breath as he managed to get the man in a choke hold. His right forearm was held in front of the blond's windpipe, clutched tight. Finally the guy said something. Well, not exactly 'said'...
"Unhand me you foolish Midgardian!" he bellowed furiously.
Percy was taken aback a bit at his anger. The blond was grasping at his arm, trying to weaken his hold and lashing out with his legs. He was a very well built up person and Percy got the feeling that he was once a trained fighter, but was at the moment, forgetting any training he ever had.
And what was a 'midgardian'?
Suddenly the blond managed to kick him hard in the shin, making him drop to his knees in pain. This guy had massive legs as well! Percy's choke hold on him didn't falter though, so he dragged down the blond with him. The blond suddenly tipped forwards and then they were rolling on the floor.
Ugh rain, thought Percy disgustedly. He was not covered in mud and wrestling with an angry insane guy who seemed to be from the wrong century is how he was speaking was any clue.
"How dare you attack the son of Odin!"
Percy frowned as he wrestled the now established insane blond. Odin?
Now why did that name sound familiar?
Odin.
Odin.
Odiiiiiiin.
Nope.
Ooooodin.
Was he(?) a God?
Percy glared at the floor as it grew closer to his face as he was yet again rolled over. Why wasn't he allowed to use his powers? It would have been so much easier.
"What- what are you doing here then...son of Odin?" Percy panted, trying to understand why this possibly drunk guy has broken into the S.H.I.E.L.D base.
"Mjölnir called to me! It still does, so unhand me so I may reach my noble weapon!" he bellowed back. Percy winced. Jesus did this guy ever speak normally?
"You mean...you mean the hammer over there stuck- stuck in the ground that no one can lift?" he forced out as the blond managed to smack him in the head with one of his punches.
"Yes Mjolnir! Now let me go you foolish Midgardian!"
Percy frowned. "All you want to do is try and lift the hammer?"
"I will lift Mjolnir 'for tis my weapon!" he exclaimed back at him.
If the guy was a God then Percy would understand this supernatural hammer being his, but he clearly wasn't and so, seeing as they really weren't getting anywhere just rolling around on the ground, he did the typically irrational, unsafe and illogical Percy Jackson thing to do.
"Alright, go for it then." he said, letting the blond go.
The blond stared at him for a second like he was the insane one.
But he was quickly distracted at the prospect of being able to try and lift Mewnew or what ever he called the hammer. There was a triumphant smirk on his face as he grasped the bottom of the hammer.
"COMMANDER JACKSON, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?"
"C'mon Phil, the guy's clearly insane."
Harry Potter-
Suddenly alarms stared blaring in the base and broke Harry and this mysterious God (?[Death had to be playing a joke on him])'s eye contact.
Immediately the God's hand flew to his ear bud and he asked loud enough for Harry to hear, "What's the situation Phil?"
Phil? This guy- god was high enough up the S.H.I.E.L.D hierarchy to call Coulson Phil? Then why the hell was he being a 'bodyguard'?
The man frowned and said "Who's Barton?". Ah Agent Clint Barton, Harry had seen him up in his 'nest' earlier around the base, he had wondered why S.H.I.E.L.D allowed him to use a bow and arrow, it was inconvenient and illogical.
"The dude with a bow? Wait you're serious? I saw him yesterday night at HQ. He seriously shoots with a bow?"
Apparently this guy thought so too.
He conversed quietly and haltingly with Coulson of his mic whilst Harry carried on studying the hammer.
He was really tempted to just lift it up and see what it would do. Death said that he would be able to after all. He wondered absently if anyone else on earth would be able to lift it too.
Only one person Master.
"Who's that?"
He's standing right in front of you Master.
Harry looked up suspiciously at the God in front of him who was frowning at something that Coulson had said. What had this guy done that was equivalent to his own sacrifices and pain?
If you must know Master, he is the God of Sacrifice itself, and the title had a heavy price. One that he did not choose.
"How do you know this?"
I am Death, I see all Master.
"Huh, useful for me." he remarked.
He paused.
"Are you a God then?"
No Master, I am simply Death. Some Gods or Goddesses I have blessed with the power to manipulate and control the dead. But never death itself. I alone control that.
He nodded slowly and was brought harshly out of his thoughts when the mysterious God of Sacrifice shouted at him. "Out! Get out!"
Harry blinked in surprise and then realised that the alarms were still going off. He wondered why and why the God person was telling him to leave, he was at the center of the base, furthest away from any potential attacker as could be.
In the end he conceded to leaving, but not without dropping his own thoughts on the S.H.I.E.L.D codes system, just to see how the mysterious God would react. "S.H.I.E.L.D really are very unimaginative when they name things aren't they? Honestly, Potentially Dangerous Intruder Alert and Confirmed Dangerous Intruder Alert."
He shook his head as he walked out.
Not a second to soon either as as soon as he reached his monitor, a massive burly blond man in a dirty green t shirt and filthy trousers charged through and into the open area around the hammer.
He stopped in the doorway, as if marveling the beautiful sight of the hammer.
"I'm guessing that's the intruder, who is he?"
That is Thor Odinson, he wants to reclaim his hammer, Mjolnir but as I aforementioned, he cannot.
"Hmm, poor him."
Harry watched as the Norse God of Thunder was swiftly halted in his progress by the mysterious Greek God of Sacrifice.
"I didn't know there even was a Greek God of Sacrifice. I thought they just had like the God of the Sea and the Sky and Lightning. Hmmm. What is it with these people and lightning?"
Harry watched in interest as the two began to roll around on the floor.
The Norse, like the Greeks were wary of lightning as it was a very destructive force. And The Greek God in front of you is relatively new and so you wouldn't know his title. He is the God of Loyalty, Sacrifice, and Bravery, Lord of Heroes, and Commander of the Tides and Cyclones. But he himself does not even know his full title.
"Why not?", Harry was impressed, they were quite some hefty titles (even if he did not know them).
Because he dislikes the Gods Master. He has tried to distance himself as much as possible from them.
Harry was brought back to earth by the said God of Loyalty, Sacrifice and Bravery paused their fight for a second. Harry heard him say, frowning, "All you want to do is try and lift the hammer?"
Harry strode up to the glass door, what the hell was he doing? He could practically see the cogs turning in the strangely behaving God working for S.H.I.E.L.D. "Shit, he's going to let go of Thor!"
Thor bellowed back at the God. "I will lift Mjolnir, for 'tis my weapon!"
"Shit, shit, shit." muttered Harry, he wanted to enter the area around the hammer, but he was still trying to appear unsuspicious.
Thor will not harm anyone Master.
"Oh." he stopped walking, but still peered thought the glass door - intrigued. "Why not?"
Because he loves Midgard Master.
"Midgard?'
The Ancient Norse name this planet Midgard Master.
"Oh." Harry sucked on his bottom lip, waiting for what Death had said to sink in. In the mean time, the mysterious God released his hands from around Thor's neck and muttered "Alright, go for it then.", at him.
Thor paused for a second and stared incredulously at him and then shrugged and proceeded towards the hammer.
Harry stared intently at the God to see what his reaction was to what he had just done. Surprisingly enough, it looked like letting go of Thor had been a calculated move, not a spur of the moment thing.
Harry watched him wince as he was obviously being berated by Coulson quite furiously over comms.
"C'mon Phil, the guys clearly insane."
Harry opened the glass door a fraction and shot a listening charm directly onto his ear bud.
Immediately, the God's head shot up to look directly at Harry. Harry backed away slightly, this God could sense magic?
Most Gods can't Master, but he is special.
Harry shifted his focus back to Thor and the 'special' God did the same. They watched intently as Thor gave a victorious smirk and grasped at the handle of Mjolnir. Harry watched regretfully as Thor's eyes widened in shock as the hammer stayed lodged in the ground.
The 'special' God raised an eyebrow and sighed disappointingly and muttered into his comms as Thor fell to his knees. "Stand down Hawkeye, he's just some random nut job."
Harry's eyes were glued to Thor as he saw the despair in his eyes as he could not lift the hammer. Thor was on his knees, crying in desperation, tugging fruitlessly at the hammer that was lodged in the ground. Harry could see Thor's world falling to pieces around him, he was so lost and confused.
Harry was pushed out the way as the rest of the S.H.I.E.L.D defenses stormed in and surrounded Thor who was slumped in defeat.
His face was glistening with tears and rain and he looked around one more time and he locked eye contact with Harry and several emotions flickered through his eyes, surprising Harry with their depth. He was pleading, lost, confused, angry, defeated and...and overcome with regret.
As soon as Harry had seen them all he keeled over forwards as he was his with a tranquillising dart.
And it was then that Harry noticed that everything seemed a bit...silent.
As in he could hear nothing from the 'special' God's comm, meaning...that either his spell had missed (highly improbable) or...or the mysterious God over there had managed to not only sense the spell, but also remove it as well.
Percy Jackson-
"Shut the fuck up you!"
Percy sniggered quietly to himself as he watched an irate Coulson pace back an forth within the confines of the tiny office in the base. The reason why Percy found this particularly hilarious was that he knew that Coulson was normally cool and perfectly composed and his work mask gave no margin for panic attacks, but here? In this tiny inclosed space where there was no chance of anyone sans Percy ever witnessing it (because Percy wouldn't put it past Phil to destroy all the security footage of this event), he knew that no one (of importance[he had actually said that{Rude. I know right?}]) would see him freak out.
"He just...he just...DAMNIT! He just took down like- like ten men trained to almost the highest degree that S.H.I.E.L.D offers like they were nothing!" Coulson ran his hand nervously though his hair.
"Mhh hmm..." Percy watched Coulson's jittery form in vague interest, it was swaying on borderline becoming hypnotic, like a cat watching a swaying piece of string. As Coulson was doing nothing more than achieving to make Percy slightly dizzy with his pacing, Percy's mind began to drift away from the quietly ranting spy and towards a certain curious and undetermined love child of Hecate that happened to be only a few meters away outside the office door by the monitors.
How did he know this?
Was he stalking the dude?
Of course not!
...
Well...maybe a little bit! But cut him some slack okay the magical scientist guy with black hair even more untameable than his own had piqued his interest! The actual reason why he new exactly where he was was because he could sense his aura.
The same way that as soon as he had entered the base, that he could immediately sense the magic embedded in the wall, obviously somehow stemming back to the lab magician, Percy could feel his magic, swirling out from him like a mass of dark, tempting tendrils.
Percy wondered what a magician of his caliber was doing, working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Percy was never really sure of how to act around children of Hecate, they always seemed rather sinister and so Percy always thought they were best left alone. Lou Ellen had been alright, she had been the daughter of Hecate that was around during the Titan War. But there had been a pair of identical twin sons of Trivia from Camp Jupiter that creeped him out no end and don't even get him started on when he ran into the violent and slightly deranged son of Hecate, Alabaster Torrington, a few years after joining S.H.I.E.L.D.
The less said about that encounter, thought Percy firmly.
But the spawn of Hecate were so powerful as well, Percy had always wondered what it would be like to use magic. To have this energy that could do almost anything.
So, going back to his original question, what was he doing at S.H.I.E.L.D? He obviously wasn't infiltrating it or anything because he had clearly been here for years if he was in fact outside Fury's office ten years ago.
"I'm going to speak to the lunatic in a moment, do you think he'll try and kill me?" asked Coulson thoughtfully.
Percy blinked in surprise at the no longer ranting man who seemed to have come to the conclusion to take off his tie but put his sunglasses on. Percy burst into peals of laughter, "Where the Hades is your tie?"
Coulson looked rather offended and reached up to his neck as if to adjust the knot, but then quickly realised that whilst ranting he had discarded it somewhere.
"And in answer to your question, I don't think so, he just crazy or drunk. He seems to think he owns the hammer though, so if you suggest that he doesn't, then he might try and kill you."
Coulson had taken off his sunglasses and was tying his tie. He gave Percy a look that clearly said 'what the hell shut up'. But Percy was talking for the sake of talking now, so he wasn't going to stop anytime soon. "Or if you punched him in the face, that might provoke him enough for him to try and kill you. Or maybe not a punch, or maybe not your punch-"
"What's wrong with my punches?"
"You punch like-...well, like you."
"How can I be identified by my punches?"
"Everything you do is like trademark Phil, even your punches."
"What? But everything I do is supposed to be like normal, and easy to forget about. You know like the ultimate spy. And why are you talking about getting the drunk to kill me?"
"Ppshhhj." snickered Percy. "'The ultimate spy.'"
Coulson rolled his eyes and strolled over to the door, turning the handle. "Grow up Jackson, I need to talk to the white coats for a second and then I'm going to see blondie. Try not to kill anyone or blow up the office with just a staple gun and a hose."
"It happens once!" exclaimed Percy. "And they never let you forget it!"
Coulson stuck his head back in "Or accidentally shoot one of the new recruits in the groin with paperweight using a tranquilliser gun."
There was a pause.
"That was a legitimate experiment! How was I to know that Fury thought it would be a good idea to have the newbies around me?" He made a face and Coulson disappeared again.
"And," Percy declared to the empty air, "I was right that everyone calls the scientists 'white coats', Maria owes me $18.56 whether she likes it or not."
Percy decided to take advantage of the fact that there was no one in Coulson's black squishy swivel chair and sat on it sideways, with his legs swinging over the armrest.
"Hmmm."
"..."
"Yeah. This isn't as comfortable as I thought it wou-"
Percy suddenly froze. He could feel something strange.
Something very strange.
There was another God in the building.
"Holy Shit." he jumped out of the chair, he could sense the being's immortal aura from where it was in- in the the holding cell with the lunatic! It was almost as strong as the magician's aura (wait a sec, the love child of Hecate has a stronger aura than a God?) and it was extremely unsettling.
Percy hadn't had a run in with a God or Goddess for years, he wondered who the Hades this one was.
He pushed open the door, sprinting in the direction of the aura, he noticed Coulson look up from where he was consulting the child of Hecate and curse as he ran towards the mysterious God who had possible been summoned by the lunatic.
He reached the cell and peered carefully into the white room to see the drunkee sat on a chair and a tall man with slick black hair and an expensive suit standing in front of him. It was this man, he was the God.
Percy frowned, he didn't recognise him. The blond appeared to be in the middle of trying to talk to the god, when he was cut off by the said being.
"-let me explain to Father."
"Father is dead."
Percy watched as disbelief flickered on the blond's face as there was a short pause. Percy frowned, now the two didn't seem to be like brothers, but apparently, they had the same father. But one was mortal and the other immortal?
Maybe like one was a demigod and the other a god with the same father?
Well, with an apparently now dead father.
That meant that the hammer could potentially actually belong to the blonde, if he did have some Godly relation.
"What?" asked the blonde in such an incredulous tone that Percy was taken aback. So obviously their father was a god, who had faded or something, this was unbelievable to his son (this blond dude) because he still thought gods were immortal.
The man in front of the demigod looked overcome with regret, but Percy could tell it was just acting. What? Why? And then Percy saw a flicker of genuine regret flash over his face, but it was gone very quickly.
Was this man...faking their father's death?
"Your banishment. The threat of a new war. It was too much for him to bear." he said 'sadly'. Percy frowned at his words.
So...the blond had been banished...was that why he was mortal? And what the fuck did he mean, the threat of a new war? There were no wars on earth? Well...no new ones looming over the horizon.
So that meant that the slick black hair dude and possibly the blond too, were from a different world.
One which the blond had been banished from.
"Hey, what's going on?" asked a smooth voice from behind his shoulder.
Percy froze, closed his eyes and forced himself to breath slowly. Behind him was the magical love child of Hecate, who had just scared the fuck out of him because he was actually silent when walking.
Percy had gotten used to being able to hear anyone approaching him, because everyone- well, most people in S.H.I.E.L.D were human, and thus made noise. Evidently he was becoming sloppy at detecting...non-human things.
He forced out a breath, Coulson had been distracted elsewhere so it was just him and the magician for the moment.
Could the magician see the God?
"I was just looking at the prisoner." Percy twitched as he sensed the dark, swirling aura of the magician settle on his left.
The scientist frowned at the cell, and Percy chanced a glance at him. His eyebrows had scented together and the long, black eyelashes that framed his piercing emerald eyes blinked slowly. He pursed his lips softly and Percy eyes were drawn to the movement as they-
Jesus Christ! Percy mentally shocked himself and chastised his trail of thought. What was he doing, rambling in his head. Meaningless drivel. He should concentrate, yeah he should probably concentrate on the fact there was an unknown possibly hostile God in their prisoner's cell. That would be a good idea. Great idea. Yes-
"Why..." the man's silky smooth voice trailed off as he looked at Percy, confused. He said slowly, "Why is there someone else in his cell?"
"Beats me." said Percy, inwardly cursing at how stupid he must have sounded. "That's why I was looking at him."
The man nodded in agreement."That is strange."
Harry watched the man in the cell with Thor, absently wondering who it was.
That is Loki Laufeyson, Master. Norse God of Lies and Fire and Thor's adoptive brother.
The cold voice that was pretending to be warm with a dismally cold sugar coating of the black haired man, rang out. "So cruel to put the hammer within you're reach, knowing that you could never reach it."
Percy snorted and the man next to him raised an eyebrow.
He explained, his mind wondering painfully to Travis and Conner. "That doesn't sound like an apology or whatever the slippery snake's trying to make it sound like. Sounds more like a gleeful boast that a trickster would say after an extremely successful prank."
The man gave Percy a considering look, and Harry internally agreed. Loki sounded way too much like Fred or George after they pulled a prank on Ron or Percy to be sincere. Harry wondered idly how perceptive this 'God' was, he had already correctly identified Loki's nature (he was, after all, the Trickster God of Lies). Was this some Godly instinct thing or was he just extremely observant?
And what was his name?
"That was quite a through analysis, Commander..."
"Jackson, Percy Jackson." finished Percy with a sight quirk to his smile, he wasn't quite sure why he told the scientist his name, he could have quite easily snubbed him like everyone else in the place. But he had decided it felt right to tell him. "Well, I grew up with pranksters and I can tell what the proud look of an accomplished prankster looks like all too well. You seem to as well, Dr..."
The scientist's eyes widened minutely, as if he was having a mini panic attack at the thought of telling someone his name. Harry was internally screaming, what the fuck did he say? He knew he should tell him the name that he had been using at S.H.I.E.L.D for years now, but for some reason, a little part of him felt like he should tell him his real name. He did appear to be high enough up the the S.H.I.E.L.D hierarchy (he did casually call Coulson 'Phil') so should he know his real identity now that Fury did?
And for some other reason, a different part of him wanted to tell him his assassin alias.
The fuck?
He never told anyone his assassin alias! (well, not many people).
What the hell was wrong with him? Oh shit he should probably answer the question now.
"Ev-Po-Evans. James Evans."
Percy cocked his head. He could tell that that wasn't his real name and the false starts were a clear giveaway. He wondered how far up the S.H.I.E.L.D hierarchy this man was. Couldn't have been very far if he couldn't convincingly deliver an alias. "No, what's your real name, the one I would find on your file if I searched for it?"
The man coughed slightly, his cheek tinging red slightly, obviously in a dilemma. Damn he was observant, he decided to stall whilst think of a way out of the situation. "I'm afraid you're asking two separate questions Percy."
Percy frowned.
What?
But he wanted to know more about this extremely powerful magician working for S.H.I.E.L.D. He wondered if Fury even knew.
"But...if you were to look at my file, it would say Dr James Evans."
Percy's eyes narrowed calculatingly. "But evidently that isn't you're real name."
"And why should I tell you?"
"You just did." Percy waved a dismissive hand. 'So who knows?"
"Who knows?" asked the man, his lips twisting into a smirk as he had obviously concluded that Percy wasn't going to move on from the subject and so had deemed him worthy enough to know. Harry had decided that, what the hell, he may as well tell him and if it didn't go well...then he was screwed. Well he could try obliviating him, but he wasn't sure how well spells worked on Gods. "Well, up until today, no one did."
Percy's jaw almost fell open, but years of training kept it sealed. "What? Nick doesn't know?" How could a man, so bad at lying, keep a secret like this from Fury?
"He didn't...until today."
Harry's brain was whirling, this man was close enough to Fury to call him Nick?
Percy gave him a considering look. How strange, Fury had discovered some of Percy's own secrets today as well. "Well, I-"
Percy and James were about to continue their conversation when Percy realised that the cell had gone quiet.
The man with slicked black hair turned around and they watched a dark smirk twist onto lips that the blond couldn't see. Then he disappeared as the blond muttered "Goodbye."
Both the green eyed, dark haired men were too entranced in the wake of their conversation that it took Coulson walking into the cell saying, "Goodbye? I only just got back." to break them out of it.
"Shit he got away." cursed Percy, almost disbelieving that he had allowed himself to get distracted enough that he let an unknown God escape. His internal rant was interrupted and he watched curiously as James seemed to be having a one sided conversation that he appeared to forget that Percy could hear.
"What the hell do you mean he got-
All gods can teleport Master. You should have been paying more attention, Loki is, essentially, rogue at the moment, except he has manipulated himself into a position of extreme power - King of Asgard. This is an extraordinarily precarious situation.
...I didn't know he could apparate!"
Percy raised an eyebrow at him and James blushed as he realised he was speaking out loud. He scowled lightly, "I talk to myself when necessary."
"When...necessary." Percy said, unimpressed.
"Of course, I need to have an intelligent conversation every now and again." retorted James.
They stared at each other for a moment, one disbelieving, the other quite proud of their comeback. Percy then broke out into sniggers and James looked quite offended, that had been a great comeback.
"You got that from the internet, didn't you?"
James glared at him for a second and then made a face.
The two exchanged grins and Coulson stopped short when he walked out to see them sizing each other up (again). The two were standing opposite each other, with identical posture and their arms crossed over their respective, toned chests. Granted, Percy had slightly shorter hair and James was wearing a lab coat and was the tiniest bit smaller.
But...at first glance they looked very similar-no
They looked almost identical.
It was extremely frightening...and he didn't even know that these two were the greatest assassins S.H.I.E.L.D had ever had.
Harry Potter-
Harry hummed contentedly, despite having let a God escape, Harry was feeling good. It was because he had just realised that there were gods.
Other immortals.
There were other people on this earth that would be around for all eternity. And there was one working for S.H.I.E.L.D!
Harry had desperately wanted to talk to him, Percy Jackson (as he had introduced himself), about such things, but he wasn't exactly sure if he was allowed to.
There was only one person that knew of his 'Master of Death' status, and that was his godson Teddy (who just so happened to be Minister of Magic[Harry was so proud!]). Plus Harry had asked him to make a Contract of Secrecy with him, which prevented him from telling anyone about him or his status.
And the Gods had no idea of the fact that they didn't really have any control over Death itself.
For instance, the Greeks still believed that Hades had complete control over death, Romans still thought the sane about Pluto (how Romans still existed, Harry wasn't really sur), Egyptians the same with Anubis, Norse the same with Hela...etc
None of them had any idea that Death was completely out of their hands
Let alone that it had a Master (well, apparently the Norse had a myth called 'The Master of Death', but it was very obscure and none of the Gods believed it).
So, for the moment, Harry was just happy that he wasn't alone.
His mind snapped back to Loki as he copied down the results of several electromagnetic tests of the hammer in neat, cursive writing. Obviously, Loki had done something to conceal himself from any mortals as Coulson had no idea who Thor had been talking to, and, in addition, none of the alarms had started blazing, meaning that he wasn't on any of the CCTV footage. So, at the moment, the only person he could report to, was Fury, because only he new that he was a wizard (and he could probably get away with saying that he wasn't affected because of his magic).
Or Percy.
But Percy obviously had no idea that Norse Gods existed, and so had no idea how to respond to Loki. He had probably just assumed that he was a Minor Greek God or something unimportant.
Harry was broken from his musings as Coulson strode past Harry, his face locked in his nearly flawless emotionless mask. Harry glanced up and noticed how his jaw was minutely clenched. "Is something wrong Coulson?" he asked curiously, he could tell that something was bothering him.
The agent leading him, Sitwell, looked at him and jerked a thumb in the direction of the holding cell. "The prisoner's got a visitor."
Harry's eyes widened. Thor had a visitor? Who? It couldn't be a Norse God because they all... sans Loki, never really strayed to earth. So who the hell would visit him? There was no way a mortal would...was there?
"Can I..?" asked Harry, asking if he was able to accompany them.
"I don't think that's necess-"
Sitwell was cut off by Coulson. "Of course."
Harry smirked internally (suck on that Sitwell!), Coulson liked him and besides, he was actually the scientist in charge of the experiments at the moment. He was by far the most qualified for anything if they took into account the fact that he was Basilisk/
They walked over to the glass doors at the front of the facility through the white tunnel made of tarpaulin and Harry could feel Sitwell's assessing gaze on him - he ignored it (he had plenty of experience of people staring at him). As they walked past the place where Thor had ripped apart, Harry wondered what would have happened if he had placed strengthening runes on the whole base, not just the center. Would Thor have been able to overcome the power of the runes?
He doubted it.
Harry was surprised to see an old man standing outside, waiting for an audience with Coulson.
Harry frowned, for some reason the man seemed vaguely familiar. He wasn't exactly sure why, he was definitely American though and he was lying. Harry could tell from the way he was standing too still and how his head kept twitching and tilting slightly.
He was about to inform Coulson, but then for some reason he wanted to place why he was familiar first, in case he was important.
Coulson looked at him with his stoic face, the man had just given him the 'identity' of Thor. "His name is Donald Blake?" he questioned.
"Doctor Donald Blake." corrected the man.
Harry narrowed his eyes, Coulson was obviously going to run the S.H.I.E.L.D databases to try and find 'Donald Blake', and Harry knew that he wouldn't find anything.
"He's lying." he muttered just loud enough for Coulson and Sitwell to hear. Coulson's eyebrow twitched slightly (he hated liars) and stated softly to the man. "You have dangerous co-workers Dr Selvig."
Harry's mind just had a eureka, that's who he was! Dr Erik Selvig.
Harry's internal nerd screamed, Erik Selvig was the author of several ground breaking research papers on thermonuclear astrophysics along with some other amazing scientists like Dr Jane Foster. Harry had studied his work in intense detail whilst working with S.H.I.E.L.D and he couldn't believe that no one else took his work seriously.
It was amazing.
Harry was brought back from his internal fangirling session by Dr Selvig trying to make up an excuse as to why Thor had broken into the building. "He was distraught when he found out that you'd taken all of our research-"
What? Harry froze and glared at Coulson in his mind. How dare they take Dr Erik Selvig's research!
"That was...years of his life...gone." he continued, unknowing of how he had suddenly gained Harry's approval. Harry stopped slightly, wait, why was Dr Erik Selvig trying to break out Thor Odinson from S.H.I.E.L.D?
Wait...did he know something about Thor? His latest research paper with Jane Foster had been about how there could potentially be other dimensions out there that could be reached through thermonuclear astrophysics. Could this be something to do with Earth and Asgard? Did they succeed in connecting two dimension?
Damn he had to find out. Screw Coulson.
"You can understand how a man could go off like that. A big, faceless organisation like yours, coming in with your jack booted thugs..." he trailed off slightly at Coulson's unimpressed face that turned sharply towards him. "That's how he put it."
Harry's mind was still spinning. He needed to talk to Erik, he might know something more about Thor!
"That still doesn't explain how he managed to tear through our security." stated Coulson, Harry could feel his underlying annoyance.
Erik gave an obviously fake, nervous grin. "Steroids! His a bit of a fitness nut!"
"Sir." said the S.H.I.E.L.D minion sitting at the security check. His computer had lit up with Thor's 'ID'. It was flashing with 'FALSIFIED DATA' flashing over it.
Harry sighed at the poor attempt at making a fake ID. He made up his mind that he was going to talk to Erik.
Coulson opened his mouth to say something but Harry cut him off. "Coulson, I'd like to speak to him."
Sitwell sneered at him slightly. "Doctor, you are not authorised to speak to an unknown hostile."
Harry sent him a withering glare that made him back up a little bit. "I'll have you know agent, that I am in fact Level 14."
Sitwell's eyes widened in pure disbelief and Harry heard Coulson make an odd sort of strangled sound next to him.
"No you're not." he firmly stated.
Harry pulled out his S.H.I.E.L.D ID Card and dangled it in front of Coulson's face. Coulson closed his eyes as if trying to stop himself freaking out and then his eyes narrowed on something.
"James, why does it say your name is 'CLASSIFIED'?" he said slowly and suspiciously.
"Because it is." Harry gave him a superior smirk. "And now that we have in fact established that I outrank you Coulson, I would like to speak to the good doctor here."
Erik eyed him suspiciously as he led him to Coulson's office. He had watched the proceedings with interest and was confused as to why the immensely important nameless S.H.I.E.L.D doctor wanted to speak to him.
As soon at the door closed behind him, Harry cast a nonverbal, wandless and unmoving privacy charm to momentarily stop the CCTV in the room.
Once that had been done, he turned to Erik and a massive grin spread onto his face and he allowed his inner nerd to break free. Erik looked terrified of his smile until Harry started talking.
"Ohmygods. Erik Selvig! Your work on the potential connections, connotations and consequences of thermonuclear astrophysics and quantum leaps in specific vacuum conditions is pure genius! I've studied you research and papers for years! Gods I've been trying to get S.H.I.E.L.D to listen to your work for so long. I read your latest paper on the possibility of connecting to alternate dimensions using thermonuclear astrophysics and I have to say that once you get past the jargon in the first few pages, and down to the crux of the matter, it is 100% logically presented and backed up and I completely agree that you should have more government funding! I can't believe Coulson would take your research, he has like no respect whatsoever for all the years and years of research that you've done! And anyway what are you doing here? Trying to break out a hostile from S.H.I.E.L.D of all places! You do realise that your very poorly put together fake ID was no match for the S.H.I.E.L.D database security and validation, right?"
Erik blinked several times as sound stopped coming out of Harry's mouth and Harry forced his slightly less hyper nerd self into the back of his mind and allowed his Dr James Evans mask fall back into place.
"Um...sorry...wait...you support my research?" asked Erik, astounded, trying to process everything that Harry had just said.
Harry nodded. "Of course, anyone who could understand it would." he paused "Unless they're extremely religious...they tend not to like that kind of 'alternate dimension' idea."
Erik studied him for a second and then it registered in him that Harry had asked him several questions. "Um...I'm here because Donald-"
Harry shook his head. "He's not called Donald. What did he tell you his name was?"
Erik looked at him extremely suspiciously.
"Look I'm trying to figure out why the hell he is here okay, I'm not gonna rat you out...in fact I could help you get him out if the need be, so tell me why you're here." Harry nearly rolled his eyes and then said seriously. "Thermonuclear Astrophysicist's Oath."
"Who are you though?" asked Erik cautiously.
"Hmm," Harry wondered what to tell him. "I am Dr James Evans."
Erik's eyes widened. "No way! Your research is groundbreaking! I modeled several of my latest papers on yours because they had extraordinarily similar content."
Harry grinned at him. "Look I can try and find your research and return it to you, but there is no way that it would be at this base, Coulson would have shipped it off to HQ in another state. Now, tell me why you're here."
Erik nodded eagerly, much more keen to talk to Harry now that he knew who he was (well he thought he did). "We; me, Jane and Darcy-"
"Wait a second, Doctor Jane Foster?"
Erik nodded. "We were trying to find where the origin of several extremely large energy spikes in the New Mexico desert, and after a massive spike, we drove towards the storm and accidentally crashed into someone. It turned out to be that dude, Thor he called himself."
Harry's eye's narrowed calculatingly. "Do you know his significance?"
Erik shook his head. "But Darcy is convinced it is something to do with the Ancient Norse Myths including Thor."
Harry tilted his head. How perceptive of her. "Who is this Darcy? I've never heard of her but she sounds very intuitive."
Erik grinned, laughing slightly. "She's our intern and the only one with common sense in our household."
"Ah well, the smart sidekicks are often overlooked." said Harry understandingly.
Percy Jackson-
Percy had gone outside for some fresh air, he decided to be on of the faceless security men that stood around the main entrance to the base.
His mind was still trying to comprehend who that God in the cell had been.
Was it a minor God?
No. Percy had determined that neither of the men came from earth. Or at least, nowhere that he knew of. Percy was trying to work out what their significance was?
Did the fact that their father was dead mean anything to earth?
In the brief time that Percy had seen the slick black haired man, Percy had sensed a similar sort of energy to James' around him. It was only now that he connected the dots and realised that it was magic.
But the slick black haired man's magic had seemed a lot darker. Crueler and...somewhat broken.
Percy pondered on how there was this male God of Magic from a different world.
His mind wandered back to the magician, Dr James Evans is what he had introduced himself as. It obviously wasn't his real name and Percy wondered why he had been given a fake name.
Or why hadn't he given S.H.I.E.L.D is real name straight away?
As Percy tried to clear his thoughts he walked leisurely around the entrance of the base, as he drew closer to the front, his eyes focused on the fact that Coulson, Sitwell and James appeared to be talking to an old-ish man who was clearly not S.H.I.E.L.D personnel.
Well, Coulson was doing the talking.
"That still doesn't explain how he managed to tear through our security." said Coulson, his annoyance shining clearly through his monotone voice.
The man gave a nervous smile. "Steroids! He's a bit of a fitness nut."
Percy snorted at him. He was so obviously making it up, it almost hurt him. Percy looked closely at James and was surprised to see his eyes filled with excitement, despite his emotionless expression.
He was going to-
"Coulson, I would like to speak to him."
Ah yes, there it was.
Percy could tell that James wanted to speak to the old man for some reason or another.
Hang on, why was the man even here in the first place? The only person who had 'teared' through S.H.I.E.L.D's security was that blond dude in the holding cells.
They were...friends?
Sitwell graced James with a smug sneer. "Doctor, you are not authorised to speak to an unknown hostile."
Percy raised his eyebrows at the strength of James' glare, Sitwell practically reared back like he had been burnt."I'll have you know agent, that I am in fact Level 14." James spat, clearly fed up of Sitwell's superior attitude.
Percy, meanwhile, stared at James.
Level 14?
No wonder James was pissed at Sitwell, Percy knew for a fact the Sitwell was only Level 6.
Wait...level 14? That meant James was cleared enough to know about mutants and magic and stuff. And Percy suspected that Fury only let people become that level if he knew for a fact that they were in fact a mutant.
Or magician as the case may be.
Hang on, if he was so high up the S.H.I.E.L.D food chain, why could Percy read him so easily? Percy could easily tell when he was lying about his name.
How had he survived this long?
He saw his disbelief mirrored on both Coulson and Sitwell's faces. Coulson turned to him sharply, trying, for some reason, to believe it wasn't true. "No you're not."
Percy felt his magic practically swirl with smugness as he fished out his S.H.I.E.L.D ID Card and dangled it in front of Coulson's face. Suddenly Percy saw Coulson frown and zero in on something on the card.
"James, why does it say your name is 'CLASSIFIED'?" asked Coulson in a slow, strangled voice.
"Because it is." Percy watched as James gave a smug, superior smirk. Percy frowned, wondering why his name was 'CLASSIFIED' and then realised that Fury had upgraded his own ID Card after he was promoted to Level 14. Percy hadn't looked at it because he just assumed that it said Level 14, not 13 - he didn't check his name.
He pulled his own one out of his pocket and was startled to see that in place of his own name, there, in large stamped letters was 'CLASSIFIED'.
Oh.
So he shouldn't have given James his name?
Not that it really mattered he supposed, given that James was Level 14 as well.
Said magician's cool voice cut through the short silence after his last words. "And now that we have in fact established that I outrank you Coulson, I would like to speak to the good doctor here."
Percy watched the 'good doctor' follow James cautiously inside the base and wondered what the Tartarus James was doing.
Percy wandered up to Coulson who was still standing in the entrance, trying to process the fact that the previously obedient and extraordinarily clever Dr Evans was also a sassy nameless agent that hopelessly outranked him.
Percy grinned at his shocked face. Man, this was even better than when Percy told him that he was Level 14. "Hello? Earth to Phil? Come in? Do you recive me? Earth to-"
"Shut up Jackson." snapped Coulson, rolling his eyes. Then suddenly Coulson eyed him suspiciously. "Or is that actually even your name? You're Level 14 as well, aren't you?"
Percy snickered and pulled out is own ID Card, enjoying Coulson's annoyed reaction when he saw that his name was 'CLASSIFIED' as well.
Sitwell looked at Percy disbelievingly. How were there suddenly all these ridiculously high ranking agents in the base disguised as mere scientists and security guards?
Percy meandered about, wanting to know why James felt the need to talk to this 'Doctor Selvig' (according to Coulson he was here to try and get the blond prisoner out with a fake ID).
"We going to let them go." stated Coulson.
Percy looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "...why?"
"We'll follow them and see why they need this dangerous prisoner." elaborated Coulson.
"You think its wise to let him go?" asked Percy, confused.
Coulson shrugged. "I spoke to him. He seemed pretty harmless. Just delusional."
"A dangerous delusional, I reckon he put several of the guards in hospital!" countered Percy. "I was the only one who managed to stop him."
Coulson grinned. "Yes, which is why you're going to be the one following him."
Percy was about to protest but then his internal voice pointed out that he really did have nothing better to do at the moment. Another internal voice pointed out that then he would no longer be in the same facility as the mysterious magician who wasn't named James. And yet another internal voice screamed 'Since when had that been important?'.
Externally he shrugged and said. "Alright, why not."
Coulson glared at his casual reaction. "You need to take things more seriously, this mission-"
"You're the one seriously considering letting a dangerous prisoner leave the base!" exclaimed Percy. "And I am so overqualified for this mission that I see no point being taking it any more seriously. Like, I got my 'Tracker' status like 17 years ago."
Coulson frowned at him. "How old are you Percy?"
Percy panicked internally, knowing that his age didn't match up with his appearance, and then smirked. "That's 'CLASSIFIED' Coulson, sorry not sorry."
Coulson glared at him for a second and then held out his hand. "Let me see your ID card again for a second."
Eying him suspiciously, Percy handed it over and watched as he studied it carefully. Then Coulson looked at Percy as if seeing him for the first time. "Since when have you been a 'Hacker'?"
Percy smirked. "Y'know Coulson its really not my job to inform you of every single achievement I have and S.H.I.E.L.D category I qualify for. But if you really must know, I got it about 14 years ago."
Percy smiled at the memory. After becoming a god, Percy discovered that unlike demigods, gods had no problems using electronic devices (he wasn't sure why he hadn't realised it sooner - Hermes was using his 'phone' all the time). After this revelation, Percy had become near obsessed with gadgets and such, simply because he could finally use them without having to worry about a monster charging in on him and trying to kill him.
Percy had started to question why exactly the 'internet' worked, and how it did. In the process, he learnt all about computer code and how to program any electronic device and how to rewire a TV so that it projected up anything he streamed on his phone. He essentially learnt everything essential for hacking as a self development project.
He, of course hadn't done this alone, whilst working at S.H.I.E.L.D, he had made enough connections to get him in contact with none other than Aristonsia.
Aristonsia was a person that legally, didn't exist.
And, as far as Percy was concerned, had never had a surname.
She was, in person, vaguely Asian looking. with long black hair, curled neatly with extremely pale skin. Her name suggested that she was of Greek origin, but she spoke in a perfect Californian accent so Percy wasn't sure if she was actually from Europe.
She had been the best hacker in existence at the time that she taught Percy. She had worked for a massive undercover Canadian spy network that branched over the entire world. Unfortunately, it had been completely eliminated 3 years ago by German terrorist group that S.H.I.E.L.D was still trying to identify and track.
It was thought to have some link with the dead group HYDRA that had taken over Nazi Germany and fought against by Captain America, but nothing had yet been discovered.
Anyway, Aristonsia had taught Percy everything she knew about hacking and they became good friends (after being introduced by Liam Taylor, a security head at the Agency who Percy was pretty was a son of Mars). As far as Percy knew, she was actually still alive because there had been no record of her in the Canadian Agency, but he wasn't sure.
So, he was in fact the best hacker in S.H.I.E.L.D - not that anybody ever bothered to check.
Coulson glared at him slightly and emitted a frustrated growl, gesturing at the card. "How the fuck is everything on your ID Card 'CLASSIFIED'? 'CLASSIFIED', 'CLASSIFIED', 'CLASSIFIED', 'CLASSIFIED', 'CLASSIFIED'! The only things on here are your S.H.I.E.L.D qualifications, your picture and your level! Holy-, how are you also a Tracker, Bodyguard, Marksman, Soldier, Spy, Hacker, Division Commander, Agent, Special Agent and then 'CLASSIFIED': 'CLASSIFIED' and 'CLASSIFIED'?"
Coulson stared at him, as if trying to be angry but his brain was so overloaded that it wasn't functioning properly. Personally, Percy sympathized with his annoyance, given that his ID Card now looked like this:
STRATEGIC HOMELAND INTERVENTION, ENFORCEMENT AND LOGISTICS DIVISION
ID CARD
Name -
CLASSIFIED
Alias -
CLASSIFIED
Age -
CLASSIFIED
Nationality -
CLASSIFIED
ID Issue Date -
CLASSIFIED
S.H.I.E.L.D Qualifications -
Tracker - Marksman - Bodyguard - Soldier - Spy - Hacker - Division Commander - Agent - Special Agent - CLASSIFIED
S.H.I.E.L.D Clearance Level -
Level 14
CLASSIFIED -
CLASSIFIED - CLASSIFIED
"I didn't even know that there were S.H.I.E.L.D qualifications that were 'CLASSIFIED'!" he hissed, in annoyance.
Percy gave him a lazy smile, it felt so good to finally let the self-proclaimed-superior agent know that he was in fact, almost doubly as qualified as him. "You learn something new every day Phil."
Coulson looked ready to burst and so he was relieved when the magician who was not called James walked over, accompanied by the old man Dr Selvig and the blond lunatic, and looking particularly smug.
Percy couldn't help noticing how James-not-James' deep emerald eyes sparkled like a little kid meeting his idol and wondered who the Tartarus this 'Dr Selvig' was and why not-James was so happy to see him.
Coulson snapped back into his cool, detached persona and watched them leave with a firm nod in not-James' direction.
He turned back to Percy. "Well? Aren't you going to track them?"
Percy smiled enigmatically at him. He knew that he wouldn't need to even watch where they were headed, he would be able to follow the delicious trail of magic left in the wake of the man(magical being?) who was not called James.
A/N:That chapter man...took so fucking long. Like why is the Thor movie so bloody long? I didn't even finish it!
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