(Sorry! I forgot to update yesterday so here's an extra chapter)
Annabeth and I exchanged glances. I slipped my hand into my pocket and latched my hands around Riptide. I ordered Nixon to go to his room while Annabeth moved to get up.
"Don't even think about it Wise girl." I set a gentle hand on her stomach in concern. She glared at me, but rested her hand next to mine and grudgingly decided I was right. She sat tensely on the couch with her hand grasped around the hidden dagger next to the couch. I know this was probably an unusual behavior to you, but we're demigods. Plus, how often do you get people coming to your house? Don't answer that.
I peeked through the peephole in the door, smiling at the familiar face. I undid the many locks on the door and pulled it open. Annabeth noticed how my persona changed and relaxed. I undid the many locks on the door and pulled it open with open arms.
"Nick! Long time no see, man. Come on in!" I greeted, my hand slipping back out of my pocket. Annabeth smiled warmly and got up to greet him. Nicholas Fury smiled and limped into the front room.
"Hello Percy, Annabeth, it's been too long," Nick said as he gave Annabeth a hug. Nicholas Fury was a son of Victoria (Roman version of Nike). He'd been going to Camp for a year before I got there, but the biggest quest he'd ever lead was the one to initiate the avengers.
"What's this about? I have a hard time believing you're here on a pleasure visit," I hinted.
Nick chuckled. "You're right," he said. "this is a strictly business meeting," I groaned. Business. I hated business. Annabeth whacked my arm painfully.
"Ow!" I yelped, rubbing my already bruised arm. Annabeth tended to hit me a lot, and it hurt every time.
"What did Percy do this time?" She asked in exasperation. It's not always my fault!
Nick worked in the government. If he was here for business, then I was in trouble. Again. Like usual. Nick smiled and pulled a file from his jacket. "While you're an Avenger, you'll be working for me. Or that's what the team will think anyway. If you need to take charge at any time you can. And from what I know, nobody but Steve Rogers knows of your powers or your ancestry, correct?"
"Right," I said, nodding and motioning for him to continue. Nick spoke mostly to Annabeth because apparently I'm not trustworthy. Well, I couldn't disagree.
"Keep it that way. For as long as you can, anyway." He handed Annabeth the file and I leaned over her shoulder to read it.
"Nick, you know my dyslexia isn't going to let me read this," I whined. Annabeth whacked me again.
"It's a legal document allowing you to take charge. I don't want the others to know about his but if something happens and you have to take charge, then we'll need this in order to keep our jobs," Fury explained. Jobs. Hmm. So now being an Avenger was my job? I got a sickening feeling in my gut. I didn't mean to but by the look on Nick's face, I used my famous puppy dog eyes. "What?" he asked. Oops. #noregrets
"Does that mean I can't work at the aquarium? Those fish need somebody to talk to! Nobody else can listen to them and figure out what's wrong and help them and make them feel better when they're sad-," I would have gone on but Fury cut me off while Annabeth laughed. Why was she laughing! This is a serious problem!
"Fine, I'll arrange for you to be able to continue to work there while you're not with the Avenges," he said with a tired sighed. I smiled and Annabeth rolled her eyes.
"Ok, good." I felt relieved for the fish. I hated that they were all locked up, but most of them liked it. For the few fish who hated it at the aquarium? Well, let's just saw they escaped. #noregrets
"I really should be going. Next time you're at Camp tell Chiron I said hello." He smiled and moved to tip his imaginary hat. He took the signed document from my hands and disappeared out the door.
"Nike kids." I shook my head. "Always the macho mysterious type."