PROLOGUE

A lone figure stood in a dark alleyway, he had a can of what appeared to be pepsi which he took regular sips from in his right hand.

He was wearing black jeans that had a chain in the back pocket, he had black Nike's on with a laong sleeved hoodie which's hood was pulled up, obscuring the entirety of his face from view.

He pulled the sleeve of his hoodie up to look at his watch and on seeing the time he grumbled, "This guys are wasting my damn time" he said in a smooth voice.

He gulped down what was left of his Pepsi and crushed the can in his palm before throwing it away. He made to leave the creepy looking alley before the head lights of a vehicle shone from the entrance.

"About damn time" he grunted, the vehicle pulled up revealing it to be a hummer, 'haven't seen one of those in a while' the figure mused as he looked at the vehicle.

A figure dressed in an expensive Italian tux stepped out of the back seat, "I apologize for the inconvenience Mr. Jackson, but I had to be as inconspicuous as possible" the new arrival said curtly.

The now christened Mr. Jackson looked at him weirdly for some moments before turning to the Hummer, "Could've fooled me" he remarked dryly while gesturing the vehicle.

"There is no time for all this chatter, I have a job for you" the man said in a tone that showed his impatience. Jackson gave him a blank stare (or at least it seemed like he was giving him a blank stare, his face was obscured after all), "Why else would I be here if not for the fact that there is a job for me?" he asked the man in the tux.

Mr. Tuxedo opened his mouth to reply but was promptly cut off, "That was a rhetorical question Mr. Kowalski" Jackson said causing him to shut up.

"Frivolities aside, your mission is a simple one, all you have to do is retrieve a briefcase from our contact in Queens after which you must transport it to another of our contacts in JFK airport." Mr. Kowalski said.

Jackson rolled his shoulders, "What's the risk to this job?" he asked dully, "Well there are other people who want the contents of the briefcase, so I suggest you stay alive" Kowalski said evenly.

Jackson raised his head up to look at him for some minutes before sighing, "Sometimes I wonder how the hell people like you make such enemies" he said.

"That's none of your business Mr. Jackson" and with that note Kowalski spun on his heel and walked back to the Hummer which he boarded and left.

"Fucking retard, one of these days I'm gonna shove bayonet up his ass" Jackson growled in obvious distaste for the man that just left.

Sighing in resignation he pulled his hood down revealing his a pair of sea green eyes and a well chiseled face that had a dull white scar running from just above his right eyebrow to his cheek.

"Well time to get paid" and with that Percy Jackson vanished in a sea mist.

AN: I know, I know I have two stories up and running and all that jazz, but I REALLY need to write this down, I am going to try a new idea on this genre of fanfiction.

PS: In regards for pairings, I am torn between Natasha Romanoff, Agent Maria Hill and Wanda Maximoff, so I am putting a poll for that, hurry up and vote on my profile, if you don't vote, well I'll just pick one myself *wink* Natasha *wink*

ALTAIR25 OUT!