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.

Percy had uncapped Riptide in a heartbeat, and the celestial bronze sword sprung to its full size. Right now, Percy honestly couldn't care less if that just gave Coulson more evidence to use against him, he just wanted S. .L.D. and all its agents out of his life. Right now.

"Let him go," Percy said, lowering his sword so it was level with the agent's face. He knew very well that the blade would pass right through mortals, but Phil Coulson didn't know that.

"Don't try anything, Jackson," Phil stated calmly. His face told the demigod he was in complete control; there was nothing for him to worry about. "You're father's life is at stake, here. Besides that, backup will be here any second." The agent never broke eye contact with the demigod.

Percy could almost feel the tension in the room, which was skyrocketing by the second.

They both stood there at a stalemate for several seconds, both waiting for the other to make his move. Percy ran through every option he could think of. He couldn't just call Blackjack and jump out a window—too many people for that. He couldn't just swing his sword at Coulson, because it would pass right through him and he would know Percy was weaponless. Plus, there was the risk that Coulson would shoot his dad if Percy made a move. Careful not to move his eyes from the agent, he inconspicuously nudged Annabeth's shoe with his own.

Percy heard police sirens wailing, tires screeching.

"Paul, duck!" Annabeth screamed, suddenly yanking something small and metallic from her pocket and launching it at Agent Coulson. Percy's step-dad obeyed, hitting the ground as Annabeth's pocket knife pinned Coulson's sleeve to the wall. By the way the Agent grit his teeth, he figured his girlfriend hadn't completely missed his skin.

Percy was on him in a second, using his left arm to press the agent's shoulders against the wall and the other to hold Riptide menacingly against his throat. "Drop the gun," he growled.

Coulson hadn't been caught completely off guard, he had still retained his hold on his weapon.

Percy applied more pressure, shoving him harder against the apartment's wall. "Now," he barked loudly. He was careful not to get Riptide to close to the man's throat. It would seriously suck if it passed straight through and lodged in the wall.

Annabeth, seeing that Agent Coulson was not relenting and Percy was fresh out of spare hands, she stepped forward and promptly yanked the agent's wrist backwards, prepared to break it if she had to.
"Drop the gun, agent," she said lowly. "For your own sake."

Percy could see the gears turning in the agent's hand. He was smart, Percy knew. Smart enough to be one of the best agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. He was up to something, he could feel it.

But they were out of time. He could hear raised voices coming from outside their apartment complex and cars screaming to a stop.

Phil dropped the gun. Annabeth snatched it up, glancing at Percy.

"We need to get out of here," she said. "Paul, Sally, go downstairs and get in the car. Keep the engine running."

The two adults nodded, knowing that Annabeth and Percy knew what they were doing were very well trained in it.

"I'll get Nico," Annabeth said. "Tie him up. Make sure to gag him, too." Annabeth tossed her boyfriend a coil of rope stashed underneath a couch cushion—in case of emergencies. When you were a demigod, you were ready for anything. Percy got to work tying up Coulson, who was glaring at him like no tomorrow. Percy saw something else behind his eyes, though. Something sneaky. He didn't like it.

Percy grabbed a kitchen cloth and shoved it in Coulson's mouth before dragging the guy towards the front door. He kept Riptide at his throat to discourage the agent from any funny business. Footsteps were pounding up the stairs. They had to hurry.

Annabeth, an unconscious Nico, Percy, and his captive made it to the apartment's garage before they were met with resistance. Percy motioned for Annabeth to get Nico to the car. She got in and left the door open, frantically calling his name.

Percy held his blade close to Coulson's throat, warning off the three agents approaching him, guns held at the ready. He needed to make a dash for the car, but he was going to need a distraction so he didn't get shot. Suddenly, Paul revved the engine, an ear-splitting sound that echoed in the dank garage. Two of the agents jumped a little in surprise, slightly stunned. The third fired blindly, striking a support beam.

Percy ran for the car, Coulson being shoved along in front of him. Jumping in and yelling at his dad to floor it before he'd even closed the door, Percy capped Riptide. The car shot through the parking garage, zooming out of the exit without stopping for the few agents who were scrambling to get out of the way. Gunfire popped against the hood and bumper, and one lucky shot broke the back window's glass.

Shards of glass rained down on Percy, Annabeth, Nico, and Coulson. Percy threw himself to the left, trying to shield the unconscious son of Hades from the glass. Coulson cringed away from the jagged pieces.

Percy heard his mom scream as Paul narrowly avoided an armored truck parked parallel in front of them. More soldiers were hiding behind the car doors and shooting at them, shattering more glass and making the Prius rock dangerously to the left.

Nico groaned and stirred, lifting heavy eyelids to meet the commotion. When he saw what was going on, he closed his dark eyes again and collapsed against Annabeth.

Paul drove the Prius onto the highway, the speedometer nearly maxing out. He swerved between other cars precariously. Percy knew they were all going to die.

Gunfire continued to crack against the vehicle, and Percy was sure the outside looked like they'd just driven through a major hailstorm.

They were beginning to near Camp Half-Blood. If they could only make it a few more minutes…
Suddenly the car jerked and shuddered, an ominous roar building from all the workings underneath. Then a blinding red and white light sent the blue Prius flying into the air, spinning end over end, before it came crashing back to earth upside down.

The only thing Percy registered before blacking out was Annabeth screaming and Nico waking up again to ask, "What the Hades—?!"

Dun dun dunnnn! Mwuahahaha! Sorry not sorry about that cliffie XD But you should be thankful I gave you two chapters instead of just one, even if it was really short. :)

Arrow :D