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.

Blood. Blood was everywhere. There was enough of it to make even the strongest of stomachs flip-flop. Demigod bodies littered the ground. The few still alive were stumbling around looking dazed. All of the cabins were leveled with the exception of the Hades cabin, which had Nico standing guard in front of the door. Or, more likely, Hazel's body sprawled on the ground behind him. Nico looked awful. A rush of blood was escaping somewhere underneath his aviator jacket, which was ripped beyond repair. More of the dark liquid dripped onto his cheek from a cut just above his eyebrow, one of his eyes was swollen shut, and—worst of all—there were tears in the corners of his dark eyes. He seemed frustrated, desperately trying to summon a legion of the undead to help him, but nothing was happening. There was no longer an intimidating aura around the son of Hades: no shadow, no chill…nothing. And that's what scared him most of all.

Guns were cracking near Half-Blood Hill, and he turned to look. His breath caught in his throat when he saw what was happening. Kneeling in the dirt, all in a neat row, were five demigods. Reyna, Frank, Annabeth, Jason, and Clarisse. Tears were shining in Annabeth's eyes, and that's when he saw Chiron's body lying right in front of her. Smoke was clearing from the gunshot that had just murdered the centaur, and he could finally see who was behind this—even though he already knew.

Agent Phil Coulson. That was his name. He was standing beside a dark skinned man in a long black trench coat. One eye was covered with an eyepatch. He watched in horror, his feet suddenly glued to the grass, as Captain America and the woman he'd kicked in the knee stepped forward. What was her name? Black Widow. Yeah, that was it. She raised her gun, aiming it at the row of demigods.

Then she shot them.

Percy Jackson was awake in a split second, his eyes shooting open and his heart beating insanely fast. He didn't even remember to scream as he fell through the night sky, the dream he'd just had replaying over and over again in his mind. Hopelessness washed over him like a tidal wave, bathing him in a deep depression. What could one demigod do against such an army? He'd seen it with his own eyes: his friends murdered or seriously maimed, his camp in flames… His sea green eyes drifted shut again, thinking maybe he could just die like this. Then he would have to see his friends die, right?

Then, just like that, it was gone. It didn't matter what he couldn't do. The only thing that mattered was what he could do. His eyes flashed open again and suddenly there was a rush of feathers beside him. A hand lashed out and gripped his wrist tightly, slowly his rapid descent. His shoulder screamed in pain, still sore from when he'd been hit with Steve Rogers' shield. But that was just what he needed to pull himself together again. He looked up and saw Annabeth Chase, desperately trying to keep her hold on his dead weight and still hang on to Blackjack.

"Percy! Wake up!" She screamed. She yelped in surprise and ducked lower against the pegasus' neck as a bullet zipped past her face, singing her hair.

Percy twisted around in alarm, spotting SHIELD HQ still not far off. Agents stood on the rooftop, trying to gun them down. His hand was slick with sweat as he held on to his girlfriend for dear life, not daring to look down at the dizzying drop below him. Then, his hand slipped.

"No—!" Annabeth shouted, leaning farther in a vain attempt to catch him again. She screamed after him as he fell, urging Blackjack to move faster.

Suddenly, Percy felt an arm wrap around his waist and his stomach did a somersault. The world went dark and the son of Poseidon grit his teeth to keep from throwing up. After a very unpleasant skin-tugging sensation, he felt something solid underneath him. He was surprised to see it was a pegasus. Nico's, in fact. He glanced up and saw the son of Hades in front of him.

"You all right?" Nico asked, almost having to shout over the popping of the gunfire and the roar of the wind. Percy thought he saw the son of Hades sway precariously, but he quickly righted himself.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Percy lied, trying to get lower to avoid being shot.

It wasn't long before they were out of range, though, and the flashes of light signalling impending bullets stopped.

Athena sighed. What was the point anymore? It was like arguing with a brick wall, trying to talk sense into Ares. Every single god on the Olympian council voted yes except for—you guessed it—the god of war himself. Which made absolutely no sense, of course. They were voting on going to war.

"If we don't come to an agreement soon, I'm just going to kill them all," Zeus grumbled.

Artemis made an exasperated sound. Strange, how even gods could get in fights and be annoyed at each other.

"If you're going to smite someone, I vote SHIELD. They're the bad guys, right?" Hermes piped up.

"From my point of view, yes, they are," Athena said. "I know we're not supposed to get involved in our children's lives, but they're going to be slaughtered."

Ares looked like he was getting ready to pout. "They can take care of themselves."

"They are our only hope if a future war erupts. What happens when the giants climb out of Tartarus? Or the Titans?" Athena retorted.

The room fell silent.

"It's settled then," Hephaestus grunted. "We're going to have to help them out this time."

Zeus hefted his master bolt. "If one more SHIELD agent marches into my sky again and starts meddling in Olympian affairs, I'm going to use this thing…"

Nick Fury sat at his desk, thinking. His fingers were steepled in front of his narrowed eyes. The words that had been spoken just hours earlier rang through his head.
If you try to talk to them again, he'll kill more.

I don't believe any one of them are capable of that.

They seem like a relatively peaceful people.

It's our duty to put a stop to them before they do hurt someone.

Being the director of SHIELD was not easy at all. Especially since that meant you had to make all the tough decisions. Fury had learned that the hard way. Pity or compassion only led to millions of deaths. Sometimes, you had to do what was necessary for the greater good. Sometimes, you had to choose between two people dying or ten. That's just the way it was.

And Nick Fury saw no choice. The only problem was the public. He clicked on his computer and scanned through the different news articles. One was headlined, Government hunts young boy; and yet another, Innocent caught in the crossfire. The last one caught the director's attention. It was titled Avengers take on new threat—teenage boy? A snapshot—which looked like it had been taken from someone's cell phone—was placed right beside the article. Fury clicked the image to enlarge it and studied Percy Jackson's expression. Panic. Anger. Fear. Determination. Those didn't seem like the qualities of a dangerous criminal. But you never knew…

He clicked on a folder labeled Photos near the top of the page and scrolled through them. All of them were grainy and distorted, just quick glances of what the pedestrians had seen. Jackson cornered in an alleyway by Steve and Natasha, a massive water wall surging towards a helicarrier hanging above the ocean, a selfie with Ironman on a park bench that read "Recycling Makes the World Go 'Round". Fury rolled his eyes and moved on.

In all of these situations, Jackson was defending himself. Did present innocence outweigh past guilt? Fury wasn't sure.

Suddenly, the door to his office swung open. Just as he was about to go on a spiel about how rude it was to walk in without knocking, Agent Maria Hill launched into her explanation.

"Sir, we've got a situation with the squad by the camp."

"What do you mean "situation"? What's going on?" Fury stood and started to follow her out the door.
"This is going to sound very strange, Sir, but they flew back in."

"What?"

"The demigods that managed to escape the camp earlier, they're back. They just flew in on a bunch of—"

"Pegasuses. Agent Coulson told me." Fury shook his head. He should have known.

"Actually, Sir, I believe the correct word would be "pegasi," Agent Hill corrected respectfully.

Fury kept walking.

Yeah, I know the gods scene was crappy. I did a sucky job of capturing their characters. Oh well, dang it. So…Wow, there was a great response to that last chapter. Thank you all so much! I got a lot of questions, so I'm not going to be able to answer them all here, but if your question wasn't answered, please feel free to PM me! :D So first off, I was surprised to see a ton of you guys put a lot of thought into your questions and suggestions. Some of you asked what the effects of the Politician bullet would be on demigods without powers and such. You'll just have to wait and find out I guess! :) Yes, I do know how I'm gonna let the Avengers into Camp Half-Blood—mwuahahah! I won't be involving the Kanes and their Egyptian stuff in this story, but possibly in another one. Also, I might add Coulson's team, but nothing past season 1 since I'm so far behind and clueless. Oops XD Yeah, the Stolls made it out and are on their own pegasus (I might have forgotten to mention them oops) And basically a lot of other questionable stuff I have (i.e. demigod-proof cell, the Politican, etc.) is just me bending the rules a bit because I'm not brilliant like the Marvel peeps and Stan Lee and Rick Riordan. :D I really appreciate all the suggestions and such, it really keeps me on track. I really do try to please you guys, but you can't make everyone happy, right? Don't like, don't read. (Not trying to be rude, etc. :D) Thank you all! :D :D

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