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.

"Perseus Jackson! What the Hades happened to you?"

"What…? Oh, that," the son of Poseidon had forgotten his hand was still pressed to his side, trying to staunch the flow of blood. Apparently, Annabeth hadn't missed it. He really hoped she didn't go storming back in there to kill Agent Coulson. They needed to make themselves scarce.

"Yeah, that," she said. "Come on, we need to get you back to camp. Where's Connor?" Worry tinged her voice.

"He's coming," Percy replied as he mounted Blackjack. Nico tried to get on his own pegasus but quickly stumbled backward. His injured arm was cradled against his chest, so Annabeth stepped in to help—much to Nico's chagrine. Annabeth got on Blackjack behind Percy, glancing over at Travis, who was on his own pegasi. Annabeth and Travis had run into each other shortly after she'd shut down the locks. Then, thankfully, they'd made it out of there alive. She shuddered, remembering the gunfire and the screams as the soldiers fought to keep their prisoners inside the building. The Mist had worked and Nico was alive, and that's all she could have asked for.

Connor burst out the door, leaping onto the pegasus behind his brother. "Go go go!" He screamed just as the door was thrown open again and soldiers flooded out, opening fire on the demigods.

"Go, Blackjack! Get us out of here!" Percy yelled, mentally still berating himself for not going in after Connor Stoll. Nico had been the only one to talk some sense into him and get him out of there. Two demigods trapped in that hell house wouldn't do any good, especially if they spent the whole night looking for each other.

Crouching low against Blackjack's neck, Percy Jackson fled into the night with his friends, trying to escape the cracking of the guns.

~*~

Agent Phil Coulson woke with a start, his head pounding. What the…? He glanced around the cell's interior, catching sight of Fitz and Simmons—both of whom were unconscious—and the wide open door. He swallowed thickly, mentally cursing himself for letting them get away. They couldn't be allowed to escape. Nico di Angelo was their only bargaining chip. And now, a teenage boy just walked in and left with their prisoner. Not just any teenage boy, though. Percy Jackson. Coulson had made an effort not to hate the kid, but he was making it really difficult.

He climbed to his feet, noticing that they had made off with his gun, too. He checked Fitz and Simmons for a pulse before jogging to the prison door, he stopped halfway, however, when he noticed something.
A small puddle of blood was right at his feet, and a thin trail of the stuff led all the way out the door. He didn't know whether he should grimace or be relieved that his bullet had found its mark. It hadn't killed the boy—whichever one he'd hit—but it had at least slowed them down. Hopefully.

When he opened the set of double doors and emerged into the hallway, Coulson stopped dead in his tracks. Destruction filled the hallway. The metallic scent of blood hung in the air. Phil had to force himself not to gag when he saw what had happened. Sure, he was a seasoned agent of SHIELD. He was a warrior. He'd seen more than his fair share of carnage. But this…this was different. The bodies of tens of agents and soldiers lay mangled and bloodied, limbs splayed out in disarray. He—never in a million years—would have thought those children could do this. And that's when he saw that row after row of prison cells had been opened and emptied.

Cursing, he checked his comm and was greeted with static. Worry filled him as he ran through the eerily quiet hallways and past the deathly silent bodies. When he reached the control room, one lone soldier stood at the head of the room, her eyes wide with fear. Her rifle was aimed directly at him.

"Woah! Don't shoot! It's Agent Coulson." The man showed the frightened woman his badge, and she lowered the gun. "What happened here?" He asked, surveying the damaged room.

She slumped against the wall. "Are they gone? We have to find them. No, no, we don't. We can't. They'll kill more. They'll just kill everything."

"Who? Agent, what happened? Who's going to kill everything?"

"The prisoners, sir." She seemed to regain a little more of her sanity. "The girl, she released the prisoners. They're loose in New York."

Coulson cursed the demigods when he realized that their rescue mission hadn't consisted of just one boy. "All right, Percy Jackson. You've had your fun. Now you're going to pay for this."

~*~

Percy gripped Annabeth's hand tightly, knowing the firefight wasn't over yet. They still had to get back inside Camp, and right now it was completely surrounded by SHIELD. But, for now, they were safe. The night cityscape was quiet and heavy with mist. Rain was coming.

It would have been romantic, Percy thought. Just him and Annabeth taking a ride on a flying pegasus through Manhattan at night. Unfortunately, they were flying toward inevitable doom for them and their camp—unless they figured out a way to outwit fate once again. It seemed like those old ladies had it out for Percy Jackson. It kind of sucked.

Percy tried to concentrate on a game plan, but it was getting difficult. His side was still bleeding, blood crusted under his fingernails. Maybe that bullet had done a little more than graze him. Thankfully, Annabeth and the others hadn't noticed. He wasn't an idiot, of course he would get help once they made it back to camp. Emphasis on once they made it back to camp. The other demigods didn't need anything else to worry about right now.

He glanced ahead at Nico, who was looking solemn and morose, as usual. Percy wondered what they'd done to him in that SHIELD facility, what had happened to his arm. Percy suspected the son of Hades had tried to escape, and they hadn't been too kind to him.

Suddenly, the pain in his side flared, and he blinked rapidly, trying to clear his eyesight. Black clouds were forming in front of his eyes, blocking out Blackjack's ears and the other two pegasi in front of them. Then, before he could warn his girlfriend or even shoot a thought to his pegasus, Percy blacked out and tumbled into the sky.

Okay, so someone asked me about Solangelo for this story, and here's the answer. There won't be Solangelo in this story, because (I'm an extremely biased author and I don't really ship them don't hurt me please) it just won't really come up. Nico and Will might be in the same area or whatever, but I don't know if an opportunity for them to…idk flufferize? (haha I made a knew word!) Only pairings in this story will be canon, but I might throw in some hints of Jeyna's past whenever Camp Jupiter gets there. So…yeah. (And no, that wasn't a typo. I mean Jason/Reyna) [but there's not a pairing in this story btw] And HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYBODY! :D

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