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.

The doorbell was ringing.

Sally told Phil, as the man wanted to be called, to hang on a second as she answered the door. Percy stayed put on the couch, his eyes wandering from Phil to the door and back again. He really hoped it wasn't more S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Fortunately, though, so far the man named Phil Coulson had been quite friendly. He'd politely accepted the coffee that his mom had offered him and carefully introduced himself to Paul. They'd just begun talking seriously—which meant Percy answered questions and Phil listened intently—when the doorbell had distracted them.

"Hello, Mrs. Jackson. We're here to see Percy?"

The voice was familiar to the demigod, and he rose to confirm his suspicions.

Nico and Annabeth stood at the door, the former's eyes darting around the interior of the apartment.
"Yes, he's here. Though I'm afraid now's not a very good time…" Sally said, obviously trying to warn them off.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Jackson, we'll only be a minute," Annabeth said.

Percy could tell something was up by the way she spoke, her voice a little shaky and her beautiful gray eyes flicking about nervously.

Annabeth was never nervous.

"Hey, guys. What's up?" Percy asked, taking his mom's place at the door.

"We need to talk, Percy," Nico said quietly, a warning in his eyes.

"Actually," Percy lowered his voice to a whisper. "You guys need to go. We have…company," he motioned a little towards the couch. Phil waved when Annabeth and Nico's eyes went to him.
"I know, that's what we need to talk to you about," Annabeth replied quietly.

Percy turned back around, grinning nervously at the company and his parents. "I'll just…be right back. They want to tell me the homework assignment for…that day I was sick," he finished lamely. He mentally facepalmed and quickly went into the hall with his friends, closing the door softly behind him.

"What's up?" He said again, this time more seriously.

"Chiron just told us," Annabeth said. "He's been in contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. Apparently they will stop at nothing to find you, take you in, and questions you. They want answers, Percy."

"Yeah, so? I already knew that," he said, not unkindly.

"So, now they know there's a whole camp full of people like you, and they practically interrogated Chiron while they were talking to him," Nico said.

"What?" Percy asked, incredulous. "But…why would Chiron even message them in the first place? Why—"

"It was a mistake, Percy. That's all," Annabeth said. "Our point is, they're even more eager to find you, and this time, if they do, they're not letting you escape."

Percy grinned. "Don't worry, Wise Girl. I'll get away. Besides, we can always stay at Camp Half-Blood until this all blows over."

"No," Nico said, a hint of desperation in his voice. "They found it."

"They found…Camp Half-Blood?"

He nodded.

"When did this happen?" Percy asked incredulously.

"About ten minutes ago," Nico said. "They've got the location pinpointed, but they can't get in."

"But how do they even see it? I thought it was invisible to mortals," Percy argued.

Annabeth grimaced. "Are you familiar with the Norse gods?"

Percy nodded slowly. "A few, but, I mean, that's not really my area of expertise."

"They've got Thor," she said, studying his expression to make sure he knew who she was talking about. "Apparently, he's a Norse god, and part of the Avengers. He can see the camp, but he can't get in, thankfully."

"But…how did you guys get here then?" Percy asked.

"We shadow-traveled," Nico replied.

Percy realized just how tired his friend looked. He wanted to invite them in—Nico looked like he could use a glass of water or something—but he was unsure if that was safe now.

Suddenly, Percy's cousin leaned heavily against Annabeth, slumping against her shoulder. His face was deathly pale—even more so than usual. Annabeth looked concerned and supported him, glancing at Percy.

"I think Nico needs to rest for a while," she said.

"Yeah," Percy replied, moving to go back inside. "Come on in, he can chill in my room." The son of Poseidon was confused. Why would Nico be so tired when he hadn't even shadow-traveled that far? He didn't get exhausted like this unless he'd gone thousands of miles.

When the three entered the apartment, the adults glanced up curiously.

"Hey, mom, dad, um…" Suddenly Percy was at a loss for words.

"What happened to Nico?" Sally asked, rising from the couch and moving closer to feel his forehead. The son of Hades' eyelids drooped.

"Oh, he's just a little tired from…" Percy began, desperately trying to think up an excuse. He couldn't just say he'd shadow-traveled in front of Phil Coulson.

"Soccer practice," Annabeth filled in. "I just picked my brother up from soccer practice."

"Right," Percy said, leading them to his bedroom. "He's just gonna take a nap in my room, okay?"
"Sure," Sally said, quickly turning back to Coulson.

"Must've been a rough practice," Percy heard Coulson say. He hoped he was just imagining the note of suspicion in his voice.

"Guess so," Paul laughed.

Percy knew his parents were trying to play it off, but he got the feeling Coulson wasn't falling for it.

He shut the door behind them and helped Annabeth flop Nico onto the bed. He was sleeping before his head hit the pillow. As the daughter of Athena pulled the covers up to his chin, Percy glanced over at the door, making sure it was still closed.

"I'll try to get rid of that guy real fast," he said.

Annabeth nodded and stood so close to Percy he could feel her warm breath on his cheeks. Her fingers entwined with his as she whispered to him. "Something's up with Nico, Percy. He shouldn't be this tired after shadow-traveling from Camp Half-Blood." Her concern was masked on her face, but not in her voice.

Percy nodded. "I thought about that. Has he been going somewhere else? Is he sick?"

Annabeth shook her head. "I don't know, but we should find out soon. This could be dangerous. Remember what happened last time he did this too often? He almost turned into a shadow himself."

"I know," Percy replied grimly. "I better get back out there," he motioned towards the door.

"Right," his girlfriend tightened her grip on his hand. "Let's go."

They left the room, Annabeth shutting the door softly behind them.

"Oh, you're back," Phil said, glancing at Annabeth curiously. "We were just discussing your grades in school. Seems you've done pretty well this year, Percy." He smiled.

Percy smiled back nervously. "Uh…yeah. Thanks. This is the first year in a while that I haven't…uh…flunked out."

Phil nodded. "And why did you flunk out before?"

Percy swallowed hard. "Well, I was just…easily distracted. ADHD, you know?" He laughed nervously, and Annabeth smiled a little too.

Coulson smiled and nodded. "So your parents tell me you were kidnapped last year?" He suddenly became a lot more serious.

Percy feigned a look of sadness, along with a hint of fear, which wasn't hard when he thought about his trip through Tartarus. Annabeth squeezed his hand and leaned closer to him, trying to pretend like she was comforting him. Percy suspected a bit of that was real, though.

"Yeah," he said lowly, glancing down at his shoes.

"I'm sorry," Coulson said, looking truly concerned for a moment. But then the expression vanished and he continued to ask questions. "How long were you…away?" He asked, seeming unsure of how to phrase it.

"Eight months," Percy supplied. "I was seventeen at the time. I'm eighteen now."

"Only eight months? I was told it was almost nine," Phil said.

Percy was alarmed for a minute, remembering that his time on the quest counted as his "kidnapped time". He'd completely forgotten that this man had no idea he'd been on an ancient Greek flying trireme saving Rome.

"Oh, uh…yeah. Eight months, nine months—same thing." He glanced at his parents, who were tracking the conversation warily.

"I see," Coulson replied, suddenly glancing down at his jacket pocket when his phone buzzed. He pulled it out, scanning quickly through a text. He narrowed his eyes, then looked back up at Percy and Annabeth.

"Is there a problem?" Sally asked innocently.

"No…no, everything's fine," Phil said distractedly, still watching Percy unnervingly. "Actually, that was just one of my…friends."

Percy was confused. Why did Phil all of a suddenly not seem to know what was going on? And why did he sound twice as suspicious as he did before? Then it hit him. They'd literally just found Camp Half-Blood about fifteen minutes ago. Of course S.H.I.E.L.D. would tell their agent that was currently in contact with their "victim".

Percy gulped.

"He wants to meet you, Percy. Your parents, too," Phil said, seeming to have regained his composure. He sounded pleasant enough, but his voice held an underlying hardness. He was telling them to come with him, whether they wanted to or not.

"Maybe another day," Sally said, rising from the couch. She was obviously trying to get this man out of their apartment. ASAP.

"Oh? Are you busy today?" Phil asked, standing respectfully.

"Umm…yes, actually, we are," Paul said, placing a hand on Phil's shoulder and gently, but forcefully, steering him towards the door.

But before they got there, Phil stopped suddenly, and a nervous look crossed Paul's face. "Actually, Mr. Blofis," he said quietly. "I think he wants to meet you now."

As Percy watched, his hand gripping Annabeth's, his sea green eyes caught sight of a small, shiny gun pressed against his stepfather's side.

Well, there you go peeps. And if anyone was wondering what the Doctor Who reference was, it was this sentence "Silence fell." Get it? :) Anyways, there you go. Thanks everyone for following/favoriting/reviewing!

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