AN: Hey guys, this morning I saw all the comments and the favorites and likes. I'm happy all of you are enjoying my fan fiction it means a lot. Even if you don't like Clint being a son of Apollo, I'm glad you enjoy it. I will try to update once or twice a week from now on if possible. If you think certain things should happen or have ideas please pm me. Enjoy!

Nico's pov

The ground is dark and hard, and the world is spinning in circles. I open my eyes slowly, the blinding light making me feel worse. At least I feel somewhat rested and other then a dull headache, I'm ok. I was on an ugly beige concrete floor, the white walls surrounding me. The room is damp and it smells like a musty basement. The walls are painted cinderblock, something that was once white, but has yellowed slightly over time. The wooden door is a dark walnut with a pronounced window around eye level for an average height person. Inside the glass are thin wires that are attempting to make the glass a little stronger if someone chose to break the glass. A single light fixture is mounted to the ceiling, somewhere around 10 feet above me. The bed in the room, as well as the other furniture (a nightstand table and a chair to the side) is bolted securely to the floor. I guess they want the room to never be rearranged! There is a tiny window in the cinderblock on the wall opposite the door, but it is very thick glass that distorts the view beyond. Over the window is a maze of cross-crossed bars. My guess is they want me to stay here. The glass appears to be un-tinted, allowing in some natural light. Unfortunately, this also lessens my chance of catching a shadow and getting out of here! I am not shackled to the bed, but they clearly want me here. I sit on the side of the bed, feet stretching to the floor. I am dressed in something that looks like "scrubs", like a doctor would wear. Where are my clothes? My things? I hope for their sake that I will get my things back….it would not be wise for them to deny me my things! Overhead are three tightly secured LED lights. A yellowed plastic covers the tightly secured lights to the dull water-stained ceiling tiles. In the corner of the boring ceiling is a security camera in a reinforced box. Wait-make those two boxes next to the door, on the ceiling and one opposite to that in the other corner.

There were intercom speakers on the walls, and… suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by very loud static through the speakers in my room. "I see you're awake, Nico. Will you now speak with us or do we have to force answers out of you?" The voice through the speakers was a bored male monotone voice. What the Hades? They said they had questions and all, but seriously? They want to force the answers out? I had to think about this. What do they want from me? I stayed silent, hoping they would not notice me trying to sink into the imaginary shadows. "Don't even try… I guarantee you won't be able to hide in the shadows here," the monotone voice replied. Seriously! How is this even remotely fair? Does this person even know my abilities? I then remember running into Hawkeye and Black Widow in the woods. Hawkeye with his arrows emblazoned with the symbol of Apollo. Of course! The monotone voice must be Hawkeye and he either knows who I am or figured out my shadow travel ability. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to talk to them, whoever they are. I look up into the camera and nod my head. "Good, Nico. Someone will be in briefly to escort you to a different room where we can talk…please don't try anything…Natasha is just itching to fire another stun dart today." Then I let a small smile cross my face. Just the way the voice said that statement sounds as if she's bored and looking for something to do.

There is a tap at the door and I see the top of someone's head peering into the window. The person must be short as it appears that they are standing on tip-toe to look into the window. The door then opens and the person is actually not just short, but standing on a stool to see inside my room! The tiny man is probably only about four feet tall, but he has a formidable presence, and there's no way I feel like crossing him. He swings down from the stool, landing as gracefully as a gymnast, but stands with his hands on his hips, studying me. After a few seconds go by he nods and says "Nico…I am Frank. Guess I'm your escort for the afternoon. I am taking you to the dining area so that you can eat. Hawkeye and Nick will be joining you shortly. I suspect you are here because you have some sort of magical powers or ability that S.H.I.E.L.D has interest learning about. As for me, I am short, but will kick your ass if you mess with me, so let's not test my patience, got it?" I smile at Frank and simply say "you're the boss!" and he seems relieved but curious. We walk down the hall, take an elevator up a few floors and when the doors open, it's a surprisingly fancy sight. The dining area is like a restaurant, complete with wait-staff and what looks like real food. Frank leads me to a table near the corner, surrounded by windows framed in red curtains. It's nothing like I would have imagined, but puts me at ease. I sit facing the restaurant with my back toward a window. After a few minutes the elevator across the room opens and I recognize Hawkeye and a man with an eye patch. They exit the elevator and walk toward me, then take a seat across the table from me. Hawkeye speaks first, and says "Hello Nico…you were a very difficult person to find. Where is my arrow?" The man with the eye patch laughs and says "it's ok, Clint…we'll get to that soon. I am more interested in finding out about this young man. Nico- I am Nick Fury. Hawkeye tells me that we need to find out more about you, based on some abilities he noticed when you met. I don't consider you a threat, and would like to keep our relationship positive. Is this going to be a problem?" I shake my head "no". Nick smiles and says "that's good to know. You made the right choice. I'd like to find out a little more about you, but I'm sure you have questions, too. I'd like to welcome you to S.H.I.E.L.D. I want to talk to you about who we are and what we do here. Have you ever heard of the Avengers?" Who has never heard of the avenger's? "Yeah I have, aren't they Earth's mightiest hero's?" I said, looking the pirate man in the face. "Well Nico, I would like it if we could know a little more about you, but there's time for that later. We would like you to join the avenger's team. Are you interested?" He said that the same boring ass tone. Seriously… is this guy a robot or something? "I guess." I replied. Why not as long as they don't get any information about me from Clint, cause then I'm as good as dead! "Ok, well, can you answer some of our questions then?" He sat back and tried to look a little more relaxed. I studied him for a moment, "Ok then, what kind of questions do you have, director?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. His smile faded a little before saying "To start, what is your full name?" Wow. Right out of the gate! He had to go there…I think for a moment, but you know what? I'm not going to lie. "My name is Nico DiAngelo." I said looking at the table. "No way! You're him?" Clint's voice was barely audible. I clasped my hands under the table…Oh god's! He must have heard that Hades had kids! I was interrupted from my thoughts when I saw Fury turn and face Clint, then looks past him to a man who was sitting at a nearby table. "Agent Coulson, please go look up Nico DiAngelo. Tell me what you find." The agent looked up, nodded and rose from the table before walking away briskly without speaking a word. Fury glanced at me slightly then looked back to Clint. "What is it, Clint? What do you know about him?" Fury said with just a hint of curiosity. "Well, without getting into specifics, he's very powerful and dangerous. When we discovered him in the woods, I told Natasha to leave him alone… but could she just listen for once? Of course not!" He was going to probably say more but just trailed off looking at the table. "Clint, what are you talking about? Speak up!" Fury was getting agitated but Clint just looked at me, studying me. We sat in silence. I began feeling like I was like a lab rat, my spectators waiting for me to do a trick. A voice broke me from my reverie- "Sir, Nico does not exist!" Agent Coulson appeared behind Fury. "That's impossible, exactly what did you find?" Fury growled, the vein on the back of his neck popping out. Coulson picked up the paper and read, "Nico DiAngelo, birthplace: Italy, mother: Maria DiAngelo, father: unknown. Born : January 28, 1924. The only information found was that Nico lived with his mother and a sibling named Bianca. Maria DiAngelo died when Nico was around 10 years old, but the only information about the children is that they both disappeared sometime in 1934. Bianca and Nico were never heard from again." Fury reclined back again and crossed his arms over his chest and I could feel his eyes on me. Clint started playing with a water glass on the table, but he was not as tense as Fury, almost as if he knew what information would come back about my past.

The silence continued for a few minutes when Fury spoke again, "As I said earlier, I want to consider you to not be a threat, Nico, but this information changes things a bit. You claim the identity of someone who should be 95 years old. You don't look a day over 15, if that and I don't know how to process this information. Please help me understand what is going on before we have a problem…"

This little trek into the shadows after getting hit with an arrow has really taken an interesting turn. I never would have guessed I would be hunted down and brought here….but even though I am interested in this organization, Will revealing my past be a terrible mistake? Just the mention of Bianca's name makes me uneasy. I never would have suspected that going into the Lotus Hotel would change our lives the way it did. Oh gods…I miss her every single day and can't let this frazzle me. I don't want to look weak, but they can't think of me as a threat. I took a deep breath and nodded slightly. I reached for my water glass and took a sip of water, cleared my throat and placed the glass back on the table. "I'd like to tell you about a ten year old boy and his sister who moved through time while standing still, unaware of what was happening…"

Author's note: So how much do you think nico should tell fury about his past? How much does Clint know about nico's past? If nico tells him what he knows, will he put his life at risk? Ok so also I would like some review about how much and what nico tells them and if they should still think of him as a threat? Remember next chapter does not come out until I get some ideas. Hopefully before Friday night. Goodbyes don't forget to review!