DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus, all rights to Rick Riordan! I also don't own The Avengers either, so rights go to Marvel or whatever.

"Stop, Jackson! Get on the ground!"

Percy heard Agent Romanoff scream after him as he took off down the sidewalk. He needed to find somewhere to hide.

Suddenly Steve was right there beside him, trying to shove him to the ground with his shield. Percy fell into a somersault and kept running, not looking back. He heard what sounded like an airplane above him and glanced up. Sure enough, there was Ironman. Another person Percy's mother had told him about. He ran faster, almost tempted to run through the middle of the street if only to slow them down. They couldn't shoot if there were civilians nearby.

Then, as another bullet ricocheted off a streetlight, Percy decided getting smashed by a car was a better risk than being shot and tortured. He darted right into the fast lane, dodging cars and rolling over hoods when there was nowhere else to go.

He was just heading for a nearby alley when he heard a strange sound. It sounded like someone had thrown a giant frisbee—and it was getting closer. Too late, he realized what it was.

Captain America's shield slammed into his shoulder, knocking him to the ground with a sickening crack from his arm. Percy gasped in pain, but pulled himself back to his feet. His arm was burning as he continued on, but he ignored it. After journeying through Tartarus, he'd experienced worse. He turned down the alley and ran all the way to the end of it…

…only to hit a dead end.

He gasped for breath and raised Riptide in front of him. He would die before he let these people take him.

Romanoff stopped at the other end of the alley, her gun raised. "Come on, Jackson. We don't need any more violence."

Percy glanced at his arm, which was hanging at an odd angle, then back at the woman. "You're right. So why don't you just leave?"

Romanoff shook her head. "That's not how it works, Percy."

"Don't call me that," he snapped.

She grimaced. Steve joined her side and glanced at Percy sympathetically.

"Let's go, kid. This can end right now," he said.

"That's what she said," Percy jerked his head in Romanoff's direction.

Ironman landed on the rooftop above Percy and armed his weapons. Barton was on the opposite roof.

Percy heaved in another breath, worn out from his long sprint and the pain in his shoulder and arm. "If you want me," he said. "You're going to have to come and get me."

He saw Steve draw back his right arm to throw his shield and instinctively threw himself to the left. The shield smashed into the brick behind him.

Percy knew there was only one way out of this situation. He'd have to run right past Natasha and Steve without getting: A. shot, B. blasted by lasers, or C. crushed by a metal frisbee.

What the Hades, he thought. He dashed for the entrance to the alley, dodging Romanoff's bullets as they shot towards him.

As soon as he got close enough, the woman threw a roundhouse kick at him, and Percy ducked. Steve was right behind him, trying to knock him to the ground, but the son of Poseidon moved away. He turned abruptly away from Romanoff, confronting Rogers. Steve threw two deadly punches towards his gut, but Percy blocked with his arms and kicked out at the agent's ankles. Steve lost his balance momentarily—just enough time for Percy to duck out of reach of Romanoff's next punch and give her a one-way ticket to the concrete street with a swift kick. This was it; he had a clear shot at the alley entrance. If he could only get away and into the water…

As soon as he jetted off, Romanoff snagged his ankle with her hand. Percy stumbled and hit the ground, Riptide skittering out of his grip. He managed to roll to the side just as the woman brought the butt of her gun down where Percy's head had been. He got to his feet again and sprinted for the street. He heard a laser go off directly behind him, and the explosion threw him into the air. He landed on his back hard right in between two parked cars. He laid there for about three seconds trying to figure out how to breathe again.

I'm never going to get out of this alive, he thought. Suddenly the red-haired woman was standing right beside him. She began to raise her gun and her mouth opened as if she was about to tell him to put his hands in the air.

But she never got the chance. Percy anticipated what was about to happen and kicked her in the knee as hard as he could. She cried out in pain and her leg gave out underneath her. Percy launched himself to his feet and ran as fast as his tiring body could take him towards the beach. He heard Steve shout behind him and saw Ironman flying above. Unfortunately, Percy realized, he was descending. But where was the archer? A sick feeling of dread began to grow in the son of Poseidon's stomach.

He made it to the beach after five minutes of dogged running and splashed into the water. Immediately, he felt strength flood his entire body. The pain in his arm numbed, and Riptide reappeared in his pocket. He reached up to rub his shoulder a little as Ironman landed in front of him on the sand. Percy stopped, feeling something strange on his jacket. It felt like a burr, but when he pulled it off he realized it was a tiny device with a little red blinking light. A tracker.

Percy grit his teeth. What should he do with it? He heard Ironman talking, but didn't listen. Time to make his getaway. He really hated to use his powers in front of these people, but he needed to escape, and these agents needed to be put in their place. He crammed the tracker in his pocket and thrust out both of his hands towards the beach. A huge tidal wave erupted from the water behind him and surged forwards. He heard a startled cry come from his adversary before he was engulfed in seawater.

Just as he was about to dive into the water and let his father's realm protect him, he heard an ominous roar coming from above him. He looked skyward and saw a massive airship—something like a giant airplane, but a little more…sci-fi.

Yeah, Percy wasn't really sure how to describe it.

A voice Percy didn't recognize sounded over a set of loudspeakers.

"Put your weapon down, Jackson, and come quietly. We will use force if we have to."

"Haven't you already done that?" Percy called back, motioning towards Steve and a slowly recovering Ironman. He didn't see Romanoff, which could be good and bad.

He glared up at the aircraft, noticing that the archer was perched up there, an arrow ready and waiting on his bow.

"Stand down. No one needs to get hurt. Civilians are around you, kid. Do you want any of them to get hurt?"

Percy shook his head slowly.

"Then I repeat, stand down." How the man could see his small movement from all the way up on the aircraft, Percy had no idea. But he had no plans of backing down.

He grimaced. "I can't do that."

There was a moment of silence.

"Then it looks like we'll have to deal with this the hard way."

Steve jumped into action as soon as the voice finished speaking. He launched himself at Percy, throwing a wickedly fast left hook for his jaw. The son of the sea god ducked and slammed the flat of his sword into Rogers' side. Captain America stumbled backwards, giving Percy enough time to concentrate on the water and shoot a column of it at his opponent. Steve soon joined his comrade on the beach, groaning and struggling to get up.

An arrow zipped down and hissed into the water, causing Percy to look up again. The archer was already sending another arrow his way, and Percy sidestepped to avoid it. He capped Riptide, tossed it back into his pocket, and squeezed his eyes shut. He sensed hesitation from Barton as he watched Percy disarm himself and become completely vulnerable to enemy fire. He held out both of his hands and a ball of water formed between his fingertips. He rolled it around like a snowball and opened his eyes slowly. Percy rocked back on his heels and threw the ball of water into the air.

It raced towards the aircraft and Percy saw Barton fire several arrows at it, trying to knock it out of the sky before it made contact. But the arrows passed right through the water, and the ball connected with the hull of the airship. As soon as it did so, Percy slammed his foot down on the sand, and the water ball exploded in a miniature hurricane. The plane shook with such force, a man fell out and free-fell towards the water. The demigod created a water cushion for him—just because he didn't want to see anyone die.

The aircraft was not in good shape. Water was flooding into the cockpit, through windows, and washing everyone out of the hull. Barton had disappeared, and Percy guessed he'd been tossed out. The plane began to fall towards the water. It was still shaking with a mini earthquake, and this time, Percy didn't feel like saving any of them. Maybe it was the murderous violence he'd gotten from his time in Tartarus, or just the fact that these people were nosy, cruel, and completely out of their league by trying to fight him.
Percy dove straight into the water, figuring the plane would be just fine on its own. He swam away as fast as he could, hoping he could avoid the explosion that was imminent.

Well, there you have it, peeps. Sorry it took me so long to update. :P I've been busier than I planned, and I'm usually never busy. :P :P Anyways, I just want to answer a question someone asked me. Actually, I answered it in a PM, but I'll do it for you guys, too. Someone asked me if Percy was going to be weak, kinda middle-strong, or completely kickbutt in the story. He'll have his losses, and he'll have his wins, just like in this chapter. He kicked the Avenger's behinds, but he also got his arm broken. So, basically what I'm saying is: Don't expect a hurt/comfort fic but don't expect an All-Powerful-Percy fic, either. We got to see some of Percy's darker side in this chappie. I know, I purposefully made him that way to kind of not let people forget what he went through and how it changed him. We might see some changes in Annabeth, too, later on. Anyways, okay, one more thing before I let you guys go. :) I just wanted to say…THANK YOU SO MUCH! Seriously, almost 150 followers and 80 favorites? Plus over 40 reviews?! I cannot put into words how grateful I am to you guys. YOU are my inspiration to keep writing—yes, every single one of you! Thank you! Wait, sorry…not done. Can I have a moment to fangirl first? Guess what kind of car our new rental is? A Prius! Too bad it's black, and not blue, but…EEEEE! I'm so happy. :D If you're a true PJO fangirl, you'll understand my ecstatic-ness. :D :D And I was watching Doctor Who (I forget which episode) but the Doctor was reading this magazine called….BEANO! HAHAHA! I laughed my butt off! Anyways, that's enough for now. This author's note is entirely too long. :P

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