DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus—rights to Rick Riordan. I don't own the Avengers either, so all those rights go to whoever deserves them.

"Great. Just what we need."

"Maybe it was nothing. I mean, this isn't the only visit from the feds you've gotten," Annabeth reasoned. "Either they were just stupid and curious and tried to scare you with that threat, or they're actually being serious and we need to watch our backs."

"I get the feeling we need to watch our backs," Percy said. "We need to tell Chiron. Those people can't find out about camp."

The daughter of Athena nodded. "We should take a look around, too. The house could be bugged. Those people are sneaky."

"Don't know what they could have bugged. All they did was sit on the couch and…" Percy narrowed his eyes and knelt down beside the couch. He slipped his fingers underneath one of the cushions and pulled a small black device out.

"Gods, do you think they heard?" He asked, covering up the receiver.

Annabeth looked angry. "Probably. We should destroy it."

Percy was about to toss it on the ground and step on it, but he hesitated. A sly grin spread across his face. "You know, we could have a lot of fun with this thing."

~*~

The Avengers sat around their conference table, listening closely at the voices relayed over the speakers.

"I get the feeling we need to watch out backs," that was a boy's voice—most likely Percy. "We need to tell Chiron. Those people can't find out about camp."

"Camp?" Steve asked, glancing at Natasha and Clint. "What are they talking about?"

Natasha shrugged.

"We should take a look around, too. The house could be bugged. Those people are sneaky." That was the girl's voice.

"Smart," Tony muttered.

Fury glared at him.

"Don't know what they could have bugged. All they did was sit on the couch and…" Percy's voice trailed off.

Natasha laughed abruptly. "I could have bugged a lot more than the couch."

Steve shushed her as they began to talk again.

"Gods, do you think they heard?" Percy asked. His voice sounded loud, but muffled, as if he were trying to cover up the receiver.

"Probably. We should destroy it."

There was silence for a moment, and everyone in the room leaned forward.

"You know, we could have a lot of fun with this thing," Percy said.

"That's what I was trying to say!" Tony exclaimed, even though he hadn't said anything of the sort since they'd arrived in the conference room.

"Shut up, Seaweed Brain. They can probably still hear us," The girl said.

"Exactly my point."

"Just smash the stupid thing already."

"All right, all right. But I still think—" CRUNCH!

Everyone leaned back in their chairs.

Steve sighed audibly. "Well, a lot of good that did us," he said.

"At least we learned something," Thor put in. "They spoke of a camp and someone called Chiron. That is something, right?"

"Did you plant the tracker, Barton?" Fury asked.

The man nodded. "Hasn't noticed it yet, either." He pointed to his watch, where a red light was flashing.

"Then let's follow him," Fury said. The Avengers began to stand, but the director stopped them. "I don't want all of you going, though. I can already tell this kid is tough. If he doesn't want to spill, he won't. All six of you going won't be encouraging for him, neither is it necessary. Thor and Bruce, I want you two to stay behind."

"Because we are the most intimidating?" Thor asked with a smile.

Fury raised an eyebrow, but ignored Thor's comment. "Give him a day to think things through. Then talk to him again."

~*~

Percy Jackson sat on a park bench, talking to his dad.

"Please, dad. Just don't let them find camp. Don't let them hurt Annabeth or my friends. The government is always so nosy these days, and…" His voice trailed off as he heard approaching footsteps. He glanced up to see Agent Romanoff from yesterday's encounter, along with a muscular, blond man.

"May I help you?" He asked cautiously as they drew closer.

"Percy Jackson?" The blond man asked. "Our director would like to ask you a few questions. And we would appreciate it if you came quietly." He spoke gently, yet firmly. This man was all business.

Percy's sea green eyes darted around the park. Were there more of them? He knew it couldn't just be these two, could it? He focused on a nearby fountain, drawing strength from its reassuring presence.

"You said that yesterday," he said accusingly. "And I still won't go. My business doesn't concern you."

"Oh, I think it does," Romanoff stated.

Percy licked his lips. What should he do? He couldn't go with them. They would probably torture him until he gave up information about Camp Half-Blood and the location of Mount Olympus.

Percy shook his head. "No, it doesn't. I think I'll be on my way now—" He stepped to the side, but the blond man stood in his way.

"No need to worry, Percy. We're friends. We just want a few answers," he said.

"And who might you be?" Percy snapped.

"Steve Rogers," he stated simply. "Otherwise known as Captain America."

Percy raised his eyebrows. "Am I supposed to know you?"

Romanoff and Steve looked surprised.

"Don't you remember the battle right here in New York last summer?" Romanoff asked.

No, Percy wasn't there when it had happened. His mom had told him about it, though. Unfortunately, he had been preoccupied in the deepest pits of hell right then.

"I was kind of busy," he decided to say.

"Look, it doesn't matter, anyway. We just want to—" Percy cut the redheaded woman off.

"Yeah, I know. You just want to ask me some questions. But you know what? I won't answer them!" The son of Poseidon was angry now. How dare these people demand he answer their questions and act all suspicious of him? He'd just saved the world from an evil horde of giants and demons!

He turned abruptly and walked away briskly. He was getting out of there.

But he hadn't made it three feet before an arrow impaled the ground right in front of him. He skipped backwards in surprise a few steps, staring at the arrow in shock and horror. He did a quick survey of the trees, trying to spot the unknown archer. But nothing moved.

When he whirled around, fear and anger shimmered in his eyes. "What? Now you're shooting at me! Gods, just leave me alone!" He tried to run again, but this time a voice spoke from behind him.

"I wouldn't try that again."

His hand went inside his pocket and fingered the ballpoint pen there. He considered exploding the fountain and making his escape, but quickly decided against it. Wouldn't do any good to let these people know more about his powers than necessary. He turned slowly to make sure whoever was behind him wouldn't shoot.

It was that Barton man from yesterday.

And suddenly Percy couldn't take it anymore. He had saved the world—twice—put his life on the line so many times it wasn't even funny anymore, killed thousands of monsters, gone through way more than a seventeen year old kid should have to go through—and now they were questioning him?

Riptide had sprung to full size in half a second, and he was pointing the tip menacingly at Barton's neck.
"Let me go." He heard a gun being cocked and aimed behind him, but didn't turn to look.

"Put the rifle down, Jackson." That was Steve's voice.

They're mortals, Percy thought. I can't harm them with my "rifle" anyway.

He swung Riptide towards Barton's neck, and the man ducked underneath the blade. At that same moment, Romanoff's gun was fired, but glanced off a nearby tree.

Then Percy ran.

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