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!" As soon as Annabeth felt her boyfriend start to lean precariously to the left, she wrapped one arm tighter around his waist and grabbed a fistful of Blackjack's mane.

The son of Poseidon's eyes fluttered closed, and suddenly keeping him upright was a hell of a lot harder. She struggled to keep him on the pegasus, but he was too heavy. He slipped from her grasp, and she almost fell off herself trying to grab him.

"Percy!" She screamed, urging Blackjack into a shooting dive towards the pavement far, far below. She heard shouts above her and knew the others had caught on to what was happening.

Please, mother, Annabeth prayed. Help me out here.

~*~

"I'm not so sure I like this whole idea. I mean, they're just kids."

"Listen, Rogers. These demigods are armed and dangerous—no matter how young they are," Fury replied.

The helicarrier was quiet, for the most part. Usually, with the Avengers on board, things tended to be a little more exciting. More…hopeful. But not this time. It was nighttime, just a few minutes after Agent Coulson had been transported up. The six Avengers along with Nick Fury and Maria Hill sat around the conference table.

"He's right, Steve. They're not giving us a whole lot of options," Agent Hill said. She wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea either. But, if it meant protecting the planet, she was up for the challenge.
"I'm not entirely sure we should get involved." That was Thor.

When all eyes were turned to him, he continued, that ever-present innocent face staring back at them.

"They have never harmed us, nor have they asked to be threatened. They seem like a relatively peaceful people."

"Thor, they're not aliens," Natasha said. "They're teenage kids with weird powers. It's our duty to put a stop to them before they do hurt someone."

"But war? Must that be the only way to solve this?" He asked, concern in his voice. "And if they are children of the gods—as we suspected—"

"Are we even sure we could win?" Bruce finished. "You've seen they're powers. Even the Avengers can't face that."

Nick Fury remained patient through the team's doubting. "Actually, we can be sure." He nodded to Agent Hill, who left the room momentarily.

Clint and Natasha exchanged a glance.

When Maria Hill returned, she was carrying a rectangle briefcase around a foot long and a foot and a half wide. She set it on the table and slid it across to the director.

"With the intel we've gathered," Fury said. "SHIELD has created a weapon to combat the demigods."
Steve shook his head.

He opened the briefcase to reveal what looked like a basic handgun. He lifted it gingerly and held it out for everyone to see.

"This…is what we like to call the Politician."

Uncharacteristically silent up until this point, Tony snorted.

Fury ignored it, and Steve looked slightly confused.

"The bullets disable any kind of supernatural powers once they've hit their target. It's just temporary since we don't have enough information on the demigods, but we've made up for that. He pulled a bullet out of the clip and held it up. Half of it was filled with a bluish liquid. The other half was filled with red. "The blue serum will block the receptors that enable them to use their powers, but it will only last about four hours. The red paralyzes the area it makes contact with. Again, only temporary paralysis. Even our top scientists couldn't get either to be permanent."

The room was quiet.

Then Bruce spoke up as if a thought had just struck him. "What about the escaped prisoners?"
Agent Hill stepped in. "All taken care of. Some of our top agents are cleaning up the mess."
"Oh, I must've missed that memo," Tony commented.

"Actually," Bruce leaned over. "I'm pretty sure you didn't get one," he said with false sympathy.
Tony looked shocked and Banner clapped him on the shoulder.

"Any more questions?" Fury asked, successfully directing the attention in the room back to him.
"How many of these do we have?" Clint put in.

"There are exactly ten, including this one. I decided making more would be unwise. Hopefully, we'll be able to resolve the situation and never need these again."

"But…" Natasha prodded.

"But, we've got a few stashed away, just in case."

Hawkeye was nodding slowly, seeming to come to terms with the situation. As a father, he knew it would be hard to fight against kids, but this was his job. On top of that, he agreed with Nick Fury. This needed to stop.

The room was silent, the only person looking completely not okay with this being Steve. Everyone else seemed to accept it as their duty, albeit a few begrudgingly.

"Let me talk to them." Steve's voice was quiet, thoughtful.

Natasha heaved a quiet sigh and turned, ready to say something. But Tony cut her off.

"We've tried that, Cap. What good did it do us? Now we've got at least twenty agents dead, three still missing, and no progress made whatsoever. If you try to talk to them again, he'll kill more."
Steve shook his head. "I don't believe any one of them are capable of that."

"Well then obviously—"

"They're innocents, Stark. And I'm not going to fight some seventeen year old kid because he defended himself." Steve slid his chair back and stood, now looking at Fury and Hill. "Give me an hour. Let me at least try before we go in and kill them all."

There was a moment of thick tension and a silence so loud it hurt. Finally, though, Steve got his reply.

"Fine. But you get one hour, then we've moving out!" Fury warned.

Steve nodded before leaving to get his motorcycle.

Welp, Percy's fate is still up in the air, I guess. XD (Sorry not sorry for that pun) Okay, so just to clarify some things: Yes, there will be a big war between the camps and SHIELD; No, it was the escaped prisoners who killed all the agents in HQ, not the demigods; Yes, the gods might (most likely) get involved; and no I am not sorry for giving you guys so many cliffies XD Just kidding. You guys are great. Love you! :D

Arrow :D

DELTED SCENE (It really just didn't make sense so I cut it out. I thought I'd let you guys read it anyway though :)

Agent Phil Coulson was running down the hall, heading up to the roof to the awaiting chopper that would take him to the helicarrier far above the city. So far, in fact, that the naked eye couldn't even see it.
That's when it happened. Phil stopped dead in his tracks before the window he'd just passed, trying to decipher what he'd just seen.
Percy Jackson, freefalling through the sky on a one-way trip to the asphalt.
When a spatter of blood hit the outside of the window, Coulson slammed his palm against the security lock and threw the window open. He leaned out, trying to spot the boy. Was it just a bird? Maybe. But what about the blood? No, it had to be Jackson. Then, a black and blond blur whizzed after the boy, and Coulson knew he wasn't imagining things. A lone black feather floated on the receding wind, and Phil reached out to catch it.
He closed the window behind him and studied the feather. That was no bird. Birds don't have feathers that huge, or that…Coulson was at a loss for words. But something wasn't right. He tucked the inky black feather in his pocket and resumed his dash to the roof. Fury needed to hear about this.