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"That's amazing Percy. Here is your plane ticket everything is organized I expect to see you at Stark's Tower. Details are will be in your hotel room. I expect you to have a clear understanding of what is happening and you must work with Agent Skye." Coulson said cutting straight to the point. He was pleased to know Percy was going to help. They needed all of SHIELD's most trusted and best agents on the job. This was a matter of life and death. Percy's brow scrunched processing the words from his mentor. Mixed emotions were swirling inside him like a tsunami. He was happy to see the mentor he thought dead yet upset he wasn't notified, he was after all SHIELD's most high ranking agents. He was mad that he had to a return to a place that brought painful memories and most of all the fact that former family members were practically roaming all over New York, especially McDonalds (his favorite place to eat even though happy meals never really settled in his stomach properly). But most of all he was sad, he couldn't bring himself to be there. Everything there reminded him of them. It killed him everyday knowing that he was alive they were dead, that they will never see the sun again but he will. He cursed the Fates everyday for that.

"As much as I like to travel to New York in a death trap, I would prefer not to. I will arrive by sea if you don't mind." Percy said, rather quickly. He had vowed to the gods he will never step foot in their domain now he was doing the exact opposite. It's one thing to leave a country on a plane to piss off Zeus but it's another thing to arrive in a place you swore that you would have nothing to do with and come by plane. It's suicide. He would prefer to arrive to New York by the sea where he felt safe. Coulson gave him a bewildered look so did Skye.

She stood silently watching the two agents staring at each other like bulls. It was a sight to see. A handsome young man looking disheveled holding a sword like it was second nature, and then the man who was like a father to her asking a man for help.

"Agent Jackson are you out of your mind were in Germany its faster by air." Coulson said.

"I am sorry Coulson but if you want me to arrive to New York alive then I will take a boat. I will be there in less time don't worry. Now I must go I have to pack, especially a lot of weapons. I don't want to be struck by lightning anytime soon. I will see you Coulson and newbie." Percy said with a smirk as he grabbed his stuff, heading out the door. Leaving with a tip of his imaginary hat and a wink. His sea like eyes twinkling with mischief. A look he learnt from the Stoll brothers. He left leaving two agents in the empty gym. One shocked and the other shaking his head in amusement. Agent Jackson was one hell of a guy.

Percy hates New York. Don't get him wrong he used to love this city. It used to be his city. It used to be the place where he had people who loved and cared about him. Now it's a place that holds all the bad memories reminding him he is no hero because he wasn't able to save his loved ones. But the worst part was today was the day, the fourth anniversary of where it all happened, where his life became tumbling down hill.

Percy checked his watch, he had a couple of hours until he had to arrive to Stark's tower for debrief. Coulson had given him a key card and an address for a hotel but Percy couldn't bring himself to check in. So instead he decided to arrive to the apartment. It was still the same with the old rickety brown bricks. The old and breakable fire escapes were still there. Calypso's moon lace still sat there on the fire escape outside his apartment. With a sigh, he walked in. He climbed the stairs hand brushing the hand railing. The cool and rough feeling of the mahogany wood brought a smile to his face. With a heavy heart he grabbed the keys from his pocket, taking it out ready to turn the lock until he heard some noises. It was the sound of clattering someone was inside the sure to be empty apartment. Percy grabbed his SHILED issued gun from his holster, which was hidden from his leather jacket. He then grabbed his ballpoint pen/sword from his pocket just in case. His other sword was in one of duffel bags. He dropped his luggage softly on the floor. He then slowly turned the key in the lock turning the door, gun raised with riptide in his other hand poised to kill.

"Who's there show yourselves, SHIELD" Percy shouted in gruff tone as he entered the familiar apartment. The shelves that were supposed to have cobwebs on them look dusted and cleaned. The floors were mopped and cleaned. The air smelled like fresh lemons and death. It was a strange odor. A figure appeared a few feet from Percy from the shadows. The figure had his black sword poised for a fight. Both figures paused as they gaped at each other. The figure from the shadows lowered his sword.

"Percy" he said quietly astonished.

"Nico" Percy said just as astonished as he stared at the younger boy. The Fates really did hate him.