Ok, so the smart guy was smarter than I originally thought. I thought I was being discrete! The man took a step forward and pulled a badge from his pocket.

"I'm Doctor Bruce Banner of Shield. Could you come with us to answer a few questions?" He worded it like a question, but I had a bad feeling it was more of a polite order. I quickly threw him a confused, lop-sided smile,

"No clue what you're talking about. I'm just a completely normal guy!" I protested, raising my hands in innocence. My phone grew heavy in my pocket. I wanted to call Annabeth so badly but I didn't know how to do that without blowing any cover I had left.

"If you're an innocent, completely normal guy, then you wouldn't mind coming with me to answer some questions. Right?"

Ok, I didn't really have an argument for that. This dude was smart; not as smart as Annabeth, but still smart. I reluctantly lowered my hands and shrugged.

"Sure? But don't I get a lawyer?" A plan began to form; Annabeth was smart, she knew at least a little but about law. "Because I think I'd like to call my lawyer,"

Doctor Bruce sighed but Tony finally got enough breath to speak again. Sadly.

"Sure, on the ride to my tower." He stood up and grabbed my arm lightly. My demigod instincts kicked in and I nearly flipped him over my shoulder, but if I wanted any chance at my semi-(demi)-normal life, I needed to pass this government questionnaire thing. I nodded and let them lead me away. I nodded towards one of my co-workers, who saw the whole thing.

"Cover for me?" I asked as we passed. The teenager nodded quickly and ran off towards the manager's office. I felt the stares of visitors, wondering why the happiest most carefree worker being lead from the aquarium by two avengers. Annabeth is going to kill me. There was a sleek black car waiting outside. It was probably a nice car, but I didn't really know much about cars. I rode a freaking pegasus for Hades' sake! I spent half my life in either the underworld of some kind of mythological mission, I didn't exactly have time to admire cars. In the time I'd spent thinking about his car, Tony had already had his driver leave the aquarium and now we were driving through New York way faster than I assumed the speed limit allowed.

"Can I call my lawyer yet?" I asked, crossing my arms. Tony rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Why do you need a lawyer?" Bruce pushed. I raised my eyebrows and motioned to the car around me,

"I'm being taken in for questioning without probable reason!" I know it sounds like I'm smart, but I actually just stayed up watching CSI last night. I got a sigh in response and took it as a yes. He watched me carefully as I slipped my phone from my pocket. I only had a few numbers in my phone, but Annabeth's was the first on the list. Thankfully.

"Hi, you've reached Annabeth Jackson. If you have this phone number I assume that you are in need of immediate help. If so, you can reach Percy Jackson at (323) 305-9723."

So yeah, that was useless. I smiled cheekily and quickly dialed the next number, praying to Iris that he would answer.

"Percy? What's wrong?" He answered almost immediately.

"Mr. Lawyer, nice to hear from you," I said awkwardly.

"Jackson tell me this isn't a joke."

"No, not at all Mr. Grace-,"

"Mr. Grace?" Jason interrupted. I ignored him.

"I've gotten myself in a little pickle. You see, two guys from SHIELD, avengers to be more specific, have picked me up for questioning. I'm not sure exactly where I'm going but I heard something about a tower," I said.

"Dammit Percy! What did you do?" Jason cut me off again. Rude.

"So if you could get ahold of Ms. Chase, that would be great."

"Ok, I'll try my best Perce. I'm going to hang up before you get swarmed with monsters; we've already been talking too long." He hung up. I smiled,

"Great, I'll see you in a bit."

(Time skip to 15 minutes later)

The driver suddenly swerved, sending my face into the window.

"Dammit, I think we're being followed," he said. Tony grabbed the suitcase at his feet as if preparing for something. I turned around quickly to look out to back window, fearful that my phone call had helped Greek monsters track me down. Instead, I saw a motorcyclist. To the normal person, this wouldn't have been very out of the ordinary, but the normal person couldn't see through the mist. What had at first seemed to be nothing but a simple motorbike was actually a pegasus, with Leo Valdez screaming bloody murder on its back.