Percy Jackson didn't particularly enjoy being interrogated by an angry pirate.

When he was told to follow the director into a separate meeting room he was incredibly reluctant. He expected to be threatened, possibly arrested and definitely yelled at.

And, to Percy's surprise only two of the three occurred. Although the third nearly happened when Percy called him a pirate to his face and asked him which leg was the wooden one.

Yeah, that didn't settle well.

The interrogation went fairly smoothly. Kind of. There were a lot of questions on Fury's behalf and not a lot of answers from Percy. Fury, of course, was not impressed. But how could you blame Percy? He was not about to tell the director of S.H.E.I.L.D the most heavily guarded secret of all time. No way. He did not want that on his conscious.

This process went on for a while. Fury would ask him questions, and Percy would either make up a ridiculous response, laugh or simply keep his mouth shut.

What questions did Fury ask you say? Well, the better question would be what questions did Fury not ask.

"What is your name?"

"Who do you work for?"

"Why did you commit all those acts of terrorism?"

"What powers do you have?"

"How did you get your powers?"

"When did you get your powers?"

"Who trained you?"

"How did you beat the avengers?"

"Why did you fight in the battle against the chitauri?"

"How did you fight the chitauri?"

"Why did you go missing for so long?"

"Where did you go when you were off the grid?"

Etcetera, etcetera. It was all going relatively well. For Percy at least.

That was until Fury threatened his family.

Percy felt his hand clench into fists and his body temperature rising rapidly as Fury described what he would do to his mother if he didn't comply.

When Fury finished his sentence Percy stood up and stalked towards Fury. He raised his hand and as he jabbed his finger into the directors chest he felt a jug of water nearby explode, glass shattering everywhere.

"Don't you dare make even a single step toward my mother." The water that was previously in the jug flew towards Percy's outstretched hand. "Because if you do you will learn first hand exactly what I can do"

Satisfied that Fury was sufficiently scared, he let the water drop to the ground and quickly walked back over to the chair he was previously sitting on.

The director straightened himself up and smirked slightly, "Well Mr Jackson, I do believe we are done here", he said walking over to the door, and gestured for Percy to follow him.

Percy stood up and followed Fury out the door cautiously. What's with this man's mood swings? One second he is threatening Percy's family the next he is asking him to follow him all nice and friendly. Never the less, he followed the director down the weirdly long hallway until they reached a door that lead to a white, pristine meeting room. Fury opened the door and sat down at the head of the table. Before doing so, he patted a chair Indicating that Percy was supposed to sit there.

Great. He got to sit next to the temperamental pirate. How lucky.

He sat there in silence twiddling riptide, in pen form obviously, between his fingers. As he did so, the others started to trickle in. Ginger ninja, captain patriotic, Robin Hood, Tin can man, Bruce and even thunder thighs. The whole gang had arrived.

And well, I guess you all ready know what happens afterwards.

As Percy took his seat on the plane he released something. If he was going to fight with these people he should probably know their names. It may prove useful at some stage, who knows.

"Hey uh, guy" Percy said clearing his throat, "it just occurred to me, but I don't actually know your names."

Tin Can man stood up and walked over to were Percy was seated, "You mean you've never heard of the Avengers?", he asked, taken aback.

"Umm, no. Not really" Percy replied sheepishly. "Should I have?"

Mr Patriotic stood up, shushing Tin Can man before he could make another comment, "Well, my name is Steve Rogers, or Captain America if you want" he extended his hand out to Percy.

Percy shook it. "Nice to meet you. Well, in less violent circumstances at least"

Captain America smiled slightly and continued, "that's Clint Barton or Hawkeye" he pointed towards Robin Hood who gave a two fingered salute as a response.

"That's Natasha Romanoff, or Black widow" he gestured over to the ginger ninja, who smiled slightly and nodded towards Percy.

"Then we have Thor. He is the one you saw fly away before, and I assume you have already meet Bruce Banner, also known as the Incredible Hulk"

Percy nodded slowly, unsure if he was able to remember that much information.

Never the less, he spent the next minute and half repetitiously putting names to faces before a voice called out stating that they had reached their destination.

Percy looked out the window onto the corner of 5th and 83rd were the monsters were wrecking havoc in Central Park. Only a few empousa and hell hounds. Nothing he hadn't handled before. But these ones seemed different in a way.

They didn't look physically different. But Percy had an unsettling feeling that something was up. And that was never a good thing.

The monsters were slowly moving forward but flashes of lightning stood in their way. Thor looked like he was holding his ground.

But Percy found it weird that they were all heading towards the metropolitan museum of art.

Why in Hades would monsters be trying to get into the museum?

Last Percy checked monsters didn't exactly have a great appreciation for the finer arts.

Never the less the plane landed about 30 feet away from where Thor was having his light show. As the door to the plane opened, Percy pulled up his hood and pulled out riptide from his pocket before running out.

As he sprinted towards the battle he uncapped riptide spinning it around once before beheading an empousa.

Well, at least that was what he intended to do.

As Percy made contact with the monsters neck it simply rebounded leaving nothing but a small dent on the empousa's neck.

The empousa turned around and looked at Percy. She cocked her head slightly and smiled.

"Percy dear, that won't work on us" she laughed slightly before turning back around and hobbling towards the museum. Percy stood still for a second in shock. Why didn't that work?

He was brought out of his daze by a small explosion going off a few feet away from him. He watched as Tony flew overhead blasting monsters, and to Percy's surprise they were dying.

Ok, so celestial bronze didn't work, but minor explosions did. That's useful information.

He took off running towards the fountain that was near the staircase of the museum. It occurred to Percy as he ran that he hadn't been to this museum since the day he accidentally threw Nancy Bobofit into the very fountain he was running towards now.

That was nearly six years ago. So much had changed since then. It made him sad, thinking of back then, before he knew of the Gods and all the monsters. Then again, back then he had no friends, besides Grover of course, and he had to put up with Gabe.

Percy arrived at the fountain and didn't hesitate to jump straight into it before shooting his arms towards a small hellhound, lifting it up in a watery hand and tossing it towards Iron Man.

As it flew up Percy could hear its thunderous bark before it was cut short by Tony's hand-gun-explosion-ray whatever you want to call it.

He continued this for a while, standing his ground in the fountain occasionally throwing a monster towards Iron Man or Thor where they would blow them up.

As he repetitiously defended his fountain, he watched as the rest of the avengers, besides Thor and Iron Man, were struggling to kill the monsters. Steve and Natasha had positioned themselves outside the doors of the museum and were pushing any monsters that got too close to the doors away and towards Clint, who was stationed so he could hit them with an exploding arrow. Looks like they got the 'blow-them-up' memo as well.

After a while Percy grew tired of the constant repetition and decided to take another course of action. He threw an invisible punch towards an empousa and a fire ball flew towards her causing her to fly back several feet and skid along the ground. Percy jumped out of the fountain and ran towards her, jumping on her while pinning his knees down onto her arms and pushing riptide into her throat.

"Why are you trying to get into the museum?" He shouted at her.

"Perseus dear, I thought you were informed about our increased durability towards your type of weapons?" She laughed, but chocked slightly when Percy applied even more pressure on her neck.

"I'll ask again. Why are you trying to get into the museum?" He asked, this time slower and more forcefully.

She smiled back at him, "Because our master wishes us too."

Not satisfied with the answer he continued to press harder, "Who is your master? Another Titan, God? Primordial?"

She looked back at him, almost offended. "No, no. Someone much more powerful than them. He did, after all, make me and all the other monsters here."

Confused, Percy continued to interrogate the empousa, "Who is your master and how are they more powerful than a primordial? No one is stronger than a primordial?!" As Percy spoke, realisation struck across his face.

His draw dropped, "It's not Khaos is it?" The empousa laughed in response.

"Of course it isn't. Our new master isn't even a demigod. He is but a mere mortal who has discovered the secret to our world."

"Really, you're following a mortal?" Percy sassed back, continuing to apply pressure on the empousa's neck. "I didn't realise you monsters were so dependent on a master you would a let a mortal lead you."

"He is no normal mortal. He is a genius, he did after all, create us. He gave us enhanced durability and faster reaction times. But that's only the beginning. He can do everything, be anyone and create anything. There is no hope for you to win this time Perseus Jackson." She spat.

"Well, your previous success rate suggests otherwise." Percy stated before heating up his hand until they were red hot and grabbed the empousa. He threw her towards Clint where he shot her with an arrow.

Percy turned back to look at the fountain, only to see it being slowly overwhelmed by monsters trying to enter the museum. He sighed slightly before sprinting back to the fountain and restarting the tedious process of preventing the monsters access into the museum.

Steve Rogers was tired and confused.

He was fighting monsters he knew nothing about and was also unable to kill them, due to his distinct lack of a pyrotechnic weapon. He watched as Percy jogged out of the jet with confidence, and take a swing at the monster standing in front of him with an equal amount of confidence.

Steve was nearly as confused as Percy's face suggested he was. This raised a few questions on Steve's radar;

Why is Percy so confident going into a battle?

Why did he look so comfortable?

Why was he not shocked at the sight of that monster?

Where did that sword come from?

If Percy was as acclimatised to seeing these monsters as his body language suggests he his, why can't he kill them?

Never the less, Steve had things to do. He took the shield of his back and threw it towards a small clump of monsters headed towards the museum. With the amount of force he threw that shield with, they should have at least been knocked over and possibly cut. But the shield simply glanced off them only causing a few of them to stumble slightly.

Well, it looks like he was going to have to think of a back up plan as he went along. He ran towards where his shield had landed, occasionally kicking or punching a weird snake lady or dodging a dog the size of a tractor. As he finally reached the shield he bent over to pick it up before being interrupted by a small explosion to his right and the crackle of the radio in his ear.

"Blow them up, it seems to be the only thing that affects these things" Tony spoke quickly.

Great, I wasn't much help then. I looked around as I saw Natasha and Clint run towards the doors of the museum, closely followed by Percy who looked as if he was heading towards the fountain. He grabbed his Shield and connected it to his back before running after where Natasha and Clint.

As he ran he pressed his finger into his earpiece and spoke, "Clint, go find higher ground. Natasha and I will redirect the monsters to you. "

He heard two 'Copy thats' from both Natasha and Clint before he arrived at the door of the museum where surprisingly, there were no citizens to move, maybe Thor had already evacuated them. He grabbed the shield from his back and got to work.

A long time seemed to have passed before the monotonous action of throwing monsters towards Clint was interrupted by a young boy, no older than 21 walked through the crowd of monsters. Steve was about to yell at the boy to get out of the area, but to Steve's surprise this wasn't necessary.

As the boy walked through the hoard of monsters Steve watched as they parted like the red sea. Some bowing or nodding their heads as he walked past. As much as he wanted to leave his current post and confront the boy, he simply couldn't. The sheer amount of monsters coming at him had seemed to increase since they had arrived.

Steve watched helplessly as the boy walked towards the museum and slipped past Natasha and his defenses.

Then, as if controlled by a switch all the monsters stood up deadly straight. Not moving a single muscle and staring forwards without blinking.

Although taken aback, Steve and the rest if the Avengers took this to their advantage and destroyed the monsters as quickly as possible.

The monsters put up no fight and soon they were all blown up. As soon as the last monster had been obliterated, Steve sprinted straight into the museum, closely followed by the rest of the gang.

Once through the front door, they saw no sign of the boy. Percy spotted a directory sign, which stated 'you are here' in bright red letters. He pointed to a room in the too left of the map.

"There, he will be in there" Percy exclaimed before running of to a corridor on the other side of the entrance hall.

Steve quickly rushed over to the sign to see where Percy had pointed and was thoroughly confused when he saw that Percy had pointed to an exhibition called 'A history of the Greek empire'.

Trusting that Percy must've had some method to his madness, Steve quickly ran to the exhibit, tracing the steps that Percy ran moments ago.

He arrived just in time to see the boy pick up an ancient and delicate looking vase, a smirk plastered across his face.

Percy ran up to the boy and was about to crash tackle him when the boy quickly waved at us before disappearing in front of us.

Percy landed on the floor and skidded for a bit, all the while swearing in both English and another language that Steve didn't recognize. He stood up, brushed himself off and walked over to the podium where the vase had previously just been.

As Percy skimmed the plaque that was placed on the podium, the rest of the avengers sprinted in, expecting a fight.

They lowered their weapons and slowed to a stop, confusion written all over their faces.

Steve could faintly hear Percy muttering under his breath. Something that sounded suspiciously like, 'schist' multiple times.

Steve cleared his throat and walked towards percy, "Learn anything important?"

Percy looked up and shook his head slightly.

"It just says something about this mathematician called Diophantus. That name rings a bell, but I don't understand why someone would bother to steal a vase with some Greek mathematician's work on it." He looked down at his feet, shuffling them slightly.

Next, Thor spoke up, "Young Perseus, do you know what those monsters were back there?"

Percy looked up, slightly confused, "What do you mean? What did they look like to you?"

"What kind if a question is that? They looked like huge fucking dogs and weird as donkey robot ladies" Clint snorted back at Percy.

This seemed to shock percy even more. "You shouldn't be able to see them" he muttered to himself. It almost sounded like Percy was trying to convince himself.

His eyes widened suddenly and he fumbled to grab a pen from his pocket. He quickly uncapped it and it sprung into a sword.

At least that answered Steve's previous question.

Percy held the sword out to everyone, "What can you see?"

Everyone looked back at him in shock, "I can see a sword Percy, are you alright?" Natasha asked, her eyebrows were raised slightly, suggesting that she was definitely unsure of Percy's sanity. To be truthful, so was Steve.

Percy placed the lid on the sword and stuffed it back in his pocket, before gasping and pulling it out again. He quickly walked over to Steve.

"Give me your hand." He asked urgently. Steve reluctantly did so and was shocked to see Percy placing the blade of the sword on his palm.

"Woah, woah, woah. What are you doing?!" Tony walked towards Percy quickly attempting to move him away from Steve.

"Just shut up and trust me" he waved Tony away and he reluctantly took a small step back. Still staying in a close enough distance to attack Percy if need be.

Steve watched as Percy quickly jerked the sword back and Steve braced for the pain, but it never came. He instead watched in surprise that the sword simply passed through his hand.

Percy let go and walked back towards the plaque muttering 'no, no, no, no' quickly as he went.

"Ok, I'm going to ask." Clint spoke up, looking at Percy cautiously, Percy what is going on?"

"I think the mist has been broken" Percy spoke, half in a daze. Steve looked at him with a confused face before Tony, looking flabbergasted, plonked down onto the exhibit bench closest to him.

"Woah, woah, wait. The wha-what is broken?"

AN-

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I am a horrible person cause I took so damn long!

This chapter is smaller than usual but I thought that you guys have waited long enough.

I hope you enjoyed! Also, don't forget to check out my other story! It's a Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover called 'Of Wizards and Water'

*gives you all virtual hugs*

Bye my little blue pancakes