Nick Fury had calmly knocked on the wooden polished door. If he was right Perseus was here.

For someone that had been annoyingly hard to keep tabs on for the past eight years, he had a rather normal routine, one that he hardly deviated from. A creature of habit that had a nasty habit of disappearing whenever he felt like it.

Normally, he wouldn't conduct a mission like this by himself and simply send a lowly agent to get a profile on the subject. However, he didn't fancy getting a second-hand account for a potential threat. He would do his own observations and come to his own conclusions based on them.

"On my way!" The voice was that of Sally Blofis, the mother of Perseus Jackson. A rather warm woman in the occupation of an author whose book immediately became a best-seller. Nothing of real noteworthy, other than being related to Perseus Jackson.

Throughout Fury's investigation into Perseus Jackson, she had been under constant surveillance but other than two years prior before the subject had quite literally disappeared off the face of the world, he concluded that he didn't keep in contact at all during that time.

There was even a small memorial that was erected on the fire escape that contained a portrait of a younger Percy and decorated with several stalks of a glowing flower. Fury would've collected samples of said flower but even he had morals and would not disturb such a site if something had happened to the kid.

Still there was an underlying sense of danger that suddenly gripped Fury, one he hadn't felt since becoming SHIELD director. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up but he brushed it off. He couldn't just leave as that would tip Perseus off.

"Hello?" The wooden door was slightly opened with Sally poking her head through the small crack that had appeared. She appeared intimidated by the sight of Fury.

"Hello," Fury began producing a badge for SHIELD from his trench coat. "I'm here to speak to a Perseus Jackson?"

She scrunched her eyes at him as if studying him before opening the door to allow him in. "Please come in."

"Thank you ma'am." He nodded his thanks to her and entered the apartment. It was a rather humble abode, something that was expected of an author who also had a family. Portraits of the family hung on the walls, as well as other pictures depicting kids in orange camp all doing various poses, a younger Percy in a lot of them.

He couldn't make out the words on the shirts, they appeared as a blurry or jumbled mess. He mentally shook his head from that as he continued his fast observation of the apartment.

There were eight exits, including the windows and fire escape. Though they all ended in a five story drop, something no one could survive without being injured or crippled afterwards. That really only left the door he entered and the fire escape.

Nick Fury liked to believe he was fast enough on his draw if Perseus attempted to make an escape.

They entered the living room where the person in question was sitting casually on the floor while the daughter, Estelle, if he remembered correctly, was waddling around him showing him all his toys. A lot of them of water animals, like stuffed sea horses or dolphins.

His small smile while humoring her disappeared upon seeing him. His face turned stony and Fury's danger senses went into overdrive.

A certain primordial fear gripped him, one that brought back ancient and primal instincts of flight when Humanity was just the gnat of the world and feared the darkness, the shadows and the monsters hidden within.

Perseus Jackson was not to be taken lightly.

"I'm going to put Estelle down for a nap." Sally said picking up Estelle who babbled incoherently and wailed at dropping one of her toys. Fury could imagine the pointed look she gave her son. "Would you like anything?" She asked while turning around and meeting Fury's blank gaze with a feigned smile.

Fury shook his head in the negative.

Sally nodded and walked away while Estelle gripped the air at Perseus. Fury waited until the woman left the room before he began.

"Perseus Jac-" Fury spoke while again showing his badge.

"Would you like to sit down?" The twenty year old interrupted while gesturing to the sofa beside him. Not many in the world would even think of interrupting the Director of SHIELD but then again Perseus didn't know who he was nor the amount of influence and power Fury wielded.

Fury nodded before sitting down, his eyes never leaving the subject as he maneuvered himself between Fury and the hallway Sally and Estelle exited. He crossed his legs as he sat on the carpeted floor and leaned back with his arms as support.

Something about the calm demeanor set Fury on edge. The relaxed posture and position was abnormal to say the least. Not a sign of tenseness nor anxiety, only a slight weariness.

"Perseus Jackson." Fury began. The named individual inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement. "I must say you have built quite the interesting rapport over the years."

"What can I say?" Perseus shrugged his shoulders in indifference that carried nicely with the ambivalent tone he spoke with. "I tend to be an interesting person."

Fury reached into his trench coat and that was when he saw it. A very, very small difference that had he not been looking for it, he was sure he would've missed it.

A slight narrowing of the eyes that took on an even greener hue, a minute tenseness in the posture like a snake coiled and ready to strike at any opportunity.

Fury produced a manila folder that held most pertinent information regarding Perseus Jackson and handed it to him.

The tenseness never left even as he sat straighter and began to examine the contents, scrunching his eyes in concentration as he read.

"You lead a more interesting life then most." Fury began as Perseus continued to read. "So many expulsions, incidents at such a young age it's a wonder you didn't end up in juvenile detention."

"Guess I'm just lucky." Perseus didn't look up from the folder.

"Let's just say you are," Fury propped his foot up onto his knee and clasped his hands together as he continued. "Blowing up monuments? Being the target of a national manhunt? Kidnapping teenagers? Being seen at Mt. Saint Helens before its eruption?" A frown had formed on Perseus face.

"Could be coincidence." Perseus supplied while he flipped through a couple pages.

"Yet despite all this, you have yet to be put on any sort of watchlist. Even better, you might as well have not existed." Fury countered. "In my line of work, coincidences don't happen."

Perseus nodded his head at that and then handed the manila folder back. "So why are you here?"

Fury did not beat around the bush. "I want to know if you are a threat, Perseus. So far all the evidence points towards it."

"I am a threat." Perseus simply said and Fury almost stuttered his response at the bluntness. Perseus shrugged after that. "Just not to you."

Fury did narrow his eyes at that. "I am not following."

"I can see you're not a stupid man." Perseus explained. "You've seen things. Things that are hard to explain. Hard to understand even. I don't know what you've dealt with in the pass nor do I particularly care but you said it yourself, coincidences don't happen."

There was a pause.

Fury could tell he wasn't willing to offer up anymore. "And if I decide to take you in?"

The sea green eyed man in front of him shrugged in response. "You could. Wouldn't end well for you."

"How can you be so sure of that?"

"I'm not but I reckon the odds are in my favor."

They sat there in silence for what felt like days even months but in reality was only a couple of moments. Fury came to a decision, his own experience influencing it. "I am not sure I trust you."

"I don't trust you if that makes you feel better." Percy's easygoing tone was misplaced on his stony façade.

Fury returned it equally as he stood. "But I'll give you a chance." Fury stood. "Don't do anything stupid and I'll stay out of your hair."

"For some reason I doubt that." Percy replied easily, his face still set in that serious expression.

Fury grinned. Even the Director of SHIELD didn't know if it was real or not. He hadn't smiled in a long time. Percy stood and escorted the man out of the apartment.

It wouldn't be too long before they encountered one another again.

Percy hopped in the cab and told him the destination. After confirmation, Percy simply closed his eyes and attempted to relax.

It wasn't a surprise he couldn't.

Percy couldn't keep his mind off the fact that there was more to that Director Fury than met the eye.

Still, his instincts took over even as his thoughts continued mulling over the conversation he had with the director. "Lady Artemis." He simply stated. His eyes were forward and noticed the glazed eyes of the driver in the rear-view mirror. They seemed to have veered off the road as well.

He could only guess what this looked like to those outside.

"Perseus." She returned. He was beyond bowing before them.

Besides, how was he going to bow while sitting in a cramped cab?

"I take it this is not a social call." The son of Poseidon simply asked though it was more of a statement. "What do the Olympians want with their attack dog now?" His gaze casually looked towards Artemis who grimaced at the title. He looked away.

"That's not what you are." She said in sincerity as she hesitantly reached out to his face but decided against it and relinquished her hand.

"Zeus has requested," She stressed that particular word. "that you take this mission."

"What are the details?" Percy hated that about himself. His own very essence. He couldn't deny those that have brought devastation to his life. Loyal to a fault.

"A power signature not unlike a godly presence entered the earth." She explained as she too looked out towards the Central Park woods that were on her side. Percy was staring absently ahead. "He wants you to bring whoever this is to us to stand trial for trespassing on Olympian territory. Zeus prefers this being to be taken alive but if that is unable to be done…" She trailed off and she could see Percy's reflection simply nod.

"Do I have any leads?" Perseus' gaze shifted towards the outside world that seemed to be moving in slow motion.

In response, Artemis simply conjured an itinerary and set it beside him. He didn't move to get it, nor did he make any sort of acknowledgement that he had even seen it.

"Olympus is watching." With those departing words, Artemis flashed in a pillar of silver moonlight.

Percy's gaze turned towards the airplane ticket and he quickly read it.

Stuttgart, Germany. First Class, leaving that night. His choice of hotel.

"Driver." Percy said. In his peripheral vision, he could see the driver's eyes return to their normal mousy brown. "Change of plans, take me to the airport."

Loyal to a fault.

Loyal to the death.

Nick Fury grimaced at the sight of the sinkhole, one of his best agent's compromised. A top scientist taken control of like as if he never had a mind in the first place.

His declaration of war sent chills down everyone's spines.

He needed the Avengers but the Security Council would never okay it. He instead would, put together a team that would just happen to comprise of only the candidates of the Avenger Initiative to find and contain the Tesseract. If they just happened to be doing what the Avengers Initiative was for then who was he to stop them?

Still he had his doubts on whether they would be enough. Teams were just that…teams. There wasn't a place for singular heroes.

Well except for Veers. Err. Danvers. Whatever.

All these people for the Avengers were just that. People. And a lot of them didn't play nice with others. Especially Tony.

He needed to find the Tesseract.

And he needed to do it now.

For comparison's sake, this chapter has a little less than 2200 words, the updated chapter has around 5500 words.