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.

"Any news?"

Captain America's voice buzzed in Tony Stark's ear. "Nope, sorry Capsicle."

"Stark, how many times—"

"Both of you, shut up. We've got a job to do," Clint interrupted them. Tony could almost feel his piercing glare. The guy knew how to have fun, but when it came down to work, he could set his mind to anything and be deadly serious about it.

"What's the point of us even being here if we're too far away to even see anything?" Steve asked, his voice sounding irritated.

"No idea. Fury always has a plan, though. Just be thankful you're not back at base with Bruce and Nat." Clint's voice again.

"I'm just wondering who his special agent is," Tony said, getting up from his bench to walk around and stretch for a minute. He had patrolling the sky and hanging out on top of buildings, but he gotten bored of it and figured the little kids in the park would get a kick out of seeing Ironman relaxing on one of the green "Recycling makes the world go 'round" benches. He was right.

"Barton, can you see anything from the Highfells?" Steve asked, referring to the apartment complex Hawkeye was perched atop.

"There's a car chase. It just started," his voice sounded excited. "There's no way they're going to escape."

"What? A car chase? Come on, Legolas, fill me in!" Tony asked, shooting into the sky once more.

"At least six cop cars, two armored vehicles, and seven of our trucks are chasing it. At least thirty agents, maybe twelve police officers. They're chasing a blue Prius. Can't tell who's inside, but it's gotta be Percy Jackson."

"I see them," Tony replied, spying the scene. It was far away, so far he could only identify it by the plume of smoke rising from the small blue car. "We should get down there," he said.

Steve hesitated. "Fury told us to stay here…There's gotta be a good reason why he wanted us to stay so far back."

"Well, you can stay here if you want, Mr. Always Follow the Rules," Stark replied. "I'm getting in on the action."

"Stark, no, wait—" Clint's voice was cut off as Tony shut down his communicating device. "Don't need you telling me how to do things," he muttered to himself.

~*~

When Percy awoke, which seemed to be only a matter of seconds after he'd blacked out, he heard voices shouting. One in particular caught his attention.
"Stark!" The deep voice continued to let loose a string of curses that Percy really wished he'd never heard.

He groaned, trying to look around and assess the situation as quickly as possible and devise a plan to get everyone out.

He glanced out of one of the hopelessly broken windows and saw Half-Blood Hill right beside them. The only thing keeping them from getting there was the deadly 40-yard dash that would take them straight through a mass of cop cars and swarms of agents. A helicopter was hovering somewhere above them.

His parents were conscious, and so was Agent Coulson. Paul had a bloodied nose and Sally and Phil were covered in nicks and bruises, but they otherwise looked okay. Annabeth was unconscious with a nasty looking bump on her head. A shard of glass had sliced her right cheek open, leaving a trail of blood running down her jaw. Nico looked relatively okay, even though he too was coated in a fine layer of blood and various debris from the car. He looked dazed, and Percy was unsure of whether he'd even be able to stand up without passing out.

"Is everyone okay?" Sally called out, already struggling to throw open the passenger side door.

"Yeah," Percy replied after checking to make sure his girlfriend's pulse was still strong and rhythmic. "Don't open the door yet, mom. I've got an idea." He couldn't just let everyone get out of the car and be taken away and imprisoned for life. He needed a way to get six people into Camp Half-Blood safely and relatively quickly.

And Percy Jackson had an idea.

He helped Nico unbuckle his seatbelt and sit right sight up inside the car and did the same for Annabeth. That was Annabeth—making sure to buckle her seatbelt when they're being chased by the government's top security agency. He gave her a quick kiss, knowing very well that it may be their last. His parents had already finagled their way right side up again, and Sally was nice enough to help Phil.

Then he moved over to the left window, using his sword hilt to clean all the glass shards away before he climbed out. He was careful, making sure not to hit any of his fellow demigods with the celestial bronze weapon.

Phil Coulson had righted himself too, and Percy was glad his mom hadn't tried to help him. She was nice like that, and sometimes Percy wished she wasn't. Some people didn't deserve it.

"Be careful, Percy," Sally called after him as he clambered out of the car.

"Be ready to run as soon as I finish," he said.

As soon as the son of Poseidon's feet hit the concrete, the air erupted in shouts.
"Get down, Jackson! On the ground!"

"Drop the weapon!"

"Hands in the air!"

Percy was unsure of which one they actually wanted him to do, but it didn't matter anyways. He moved his sword threateningly, then leaped on top of the car, which technically meant he was standing on the bottom, since it was upside down. The demigod tried not to think about it. Too confusing.
The helicopter above churned the air, making Percy's jet-black hair whip around his face. His sea green eyes flashed dangerously.

"Listen to me!" Percy shouted above the noise. "Just shut up and listen, alright?" That effectively silenced the crowd before him. Percy's heart thudded furiously in his chest, partly from anger and adrenaline and partly from fear.

"Take this as your one and only warning," he yelled above the roar of the helicopter. The blue Prius was warm under his tennis shoes, uncomfortably warm. "If you try to mess us, we will fight back. You cannot—no, you will not—take them from me. You can't have me, you can't have Annabeth, and you will never, and I repeat, never take my camp." He felt the power of the nearby ocean roiling inside him, ready to be let loose.

"Do not shoot to kill, I repeat, do not shoot to kill," Percy heard the quiet voice say. It was a man's voice, and a voice that was carelessly loud.

As soon as the soldier yelled, "Open fire!" Percy had a wall of seawater ready, greeting the bullets with watery defiance.

Percy's hands were thrust out in front of him, his eyes closed tight in concentration as he protected the car below and himself from the spray of gunfire.

He heard bewildered shouts and heavy footfalls, obviously soldiers trying to get closer—or farther away, Percy could tell. He felt a familiar tugging in his gut and clenched his left hand into a fist, his right hand still clutching Riptide.

The wall of water surged forward, and suddenly, like a dam exploding, it crashed down over the agents, washing them further down the road and severely injuring several. Percy didn't even care anymore. He unleashed his rage and power all in one go, gallons upon gallons of water smashing and breaking everything in its path. He wished Jason was here with him to strike that annoying helicopter out of the sky, but he wasn't, so Percy would have to do it himself. He raised his sword, and a tidal wave stretched up out of the ocean and into the sky, slapping the chopper down and swallowing it. The water crashed back down, and Percy held both his hands up, shielding the car and the people inside from the crushing force of the wave.

He'd learned to master his powers since the Giant War. Though it still got out of control sometimes—and sometimes being rarely—he was confident with his ability to manipulate water. His legs started to shake a little as the tidal wave finally receded and he surveyed the damage. It still took a lot out of him, doing big things with his powers like that. His stamina had definitely increased, but not by much.

He jumped down from the car and peered inside the shattered window. "You guys can get out now. I think I put SHIELD out of commission for now." Paul helped his wife out of the upended car before grabbing Phil and keeping a firm grip on his forearm. The agent had a trickle of blood running down his forehead and onto his gag.

Nico staggered away from the wreck next, his pale skin bright in the deepening dusk. Then Percy carried Annabeth bridal style up Half-Blood Hill, his family and hostage following.

Did you guys like it? We finally got to see some badass Percy action. :D Anyways, did you all get my dam reference? ;) Thanks for all the reviews everyone! It makes me so happy to see you guys are enjoying the story :D I would do review replies, but the chapters would take twice as long to get out because there are so many of you reviewing! :D THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE FOR READING/REVIEWING/FAVORITING/FOLLOWING! :D :D And someone asked me if I have this story posted on Quotev too, and yeah, I do. Same story, title, and everything, my name is just different. I'm Reyna Quicksilver instead of BlackShaftedArrow. If any of you are on Quotev too, feel free to leave me a comment and we can chat! :D

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