Hi guys! Thanks for opening the first chapter! This is the third part of the 'Eden Chronicles'. You don't need to have read those to understand this as it mainly takes part during the (absolutely AMAZING) film Avengers Assemble. But if you did choose to read those - specifically Norse Gods: Revealed - it would give you an insight to the Loki/OC relationship that features heavily in this story.

Thanks again! R&R!

Fronk x

Disclaimer: Anything you recognise unfortunately isn't mine; except Eden, the OC, who totally is.

Nick Fury POV

"Director Fury," Agent Coulson said. "What do we do?"

That had been yesterday, when Loki had come with his 'glorious purpose', destroying an entire S.H.I.E.L.D facility and stealing the Tesseract. Now Director Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D was in Long Island, New York, doing what had to be done. Whilst Coulson got to go to New York City and retrieve Mr Stark and Agent Romanoff was in India with Dr Banner, he was stuck recruiting teenagers to fight for our planet. He knew they were no ordinary teenagers, but still. It was sort of demeaning.

When he reached the top of the hill, he stopped. He'd been warned that he couldn't enter unless someone from the inside gave him permission. Apparently, a border patrol would be around at regular intervals and if he told them who he was, they'd let him in. Not that he thought he'd be all that hard to spot. How many tall black men with an eye patch and trench coat were there here at this Camp Half-Blood?

As promised, a patrol was coming into his line of sight at that very moment. There were five kids dressed in leather chest plates and brandishing bronze weapons, mainly swords. When they saw him they stopped and stared. He supposed he was dressed a bit strangely, even by their standards.

"Director Fury?" one of them asked when they were close enough. He looked about seventeen, with jet black hair, tanned skin and sea green eyes. He would make a suitable recruit, but Nick had the feeling he wasn't going to be that lucky.

"I am," he said, his voice stern and to the point.

"Then I, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, give you permission to enter Camp."

There was a slight shimmer in the air in front of Nick and he knew he could now go over the hill.

"If you'd follow me, Director, I'll take you to Chiron," Percy said, turning and walking down the hill. The rest of the patrol carried on without him.

A few minutes later they arrived at a large house, outside which an older man in a wheel chair, some washed up hobo in a tracksuit and a very nervous looking shirtless man with horns and a goatee sat playing what looked like pinochle. Percy went up and whispered something in the ear of the man in the wheelchair, who I assumed was Chiron, who then turned to face me.

"Ah, Director Fury," he said, smiling. "I am Chiron. These here are my partners, Mr D and Grover Underwood." I nodded at each in turn. "If you'd follow me inside?"

"Does that mean the game's over, then?" Grover asked, his eyes darting around.

Chiron smiled warmly at him. "Yes, Mr Underwood, it does. Maybe you'd like to accompany Mr Jackson to get our recruit?"

"Yes sir!" he exclaimed leaping up and over the table to join Percy. Only then did Nick notice that he had goat's legs. 'So, this is a satyr,' Nick thought, not nearly as surprised as he thought he'd be.

Fury followed Chiron inside. The house was homey, if a little over furnished. There was such an odd array of furniture in the room that Nick didn't quite know where to put himself. He decided on the sofa chair across the coffee table from Chiron.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood," Chiron said. "I hope the demigod we've selected for your… Avengers Initiative will suffice?"

"Any demigod is a great help to our efforts," Nick said. "Thank you again for agreeing to help."

"We are happy to," Chiron said. "After all, we too inhabit this planet, and so strive to keep it safe for all walks of life to enjoy. What exactly is this threat you're recruiting against, again?" he asked.

"I'd rather wait with the briefing for when the recruit gets here," Nick said. "I don't like repeating myself."

"Of course," Chiron said, smiling faintly.

We sat in silence for a few moments. Just as he was about to ask about the leopard on the fireplace that seemed to be looking right at him, there was a knock on the door. Chiron told the person to come in. A tall, well-built girl of about eighteen peaked in. Her skin was slightly tanned, as if she'd only just started being exposed to the sun. She had blonde hair and green eyes. Even from where he was sat he could see the flecks of gold within them.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked, her accent British.

Chiron nodded. "This is Director Nick Fury," he said. "The man from S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Oh," she said, coming in. She held her hand out to him. "Eden Lee Llewellyn. Nice to meet you, sir."