The Avengers Read Percy Jackson ***I don't own the Avengers or Percy Jackson***

Fury POV.

As Fury sat back in his chair thinking about the recent war, Maria Hill walked in with a package.

"Sir this arrived for you we don't know what it is, but it is not deadly."

"Hand it over."

Fury grabbed the box and expertly took a knife and opened the box to find books. They were each a different color but all started with the same Percy Jackson and The Olympians. There was also a letter, stating that the books could lead to important allies. Also that he was to read them with the Avengers. Through the intercom unit he called the avenger for a meeting at the tower.

Ten minutes later...

Fury walked in with the books in hand, which raised some curious eyebrows.

"We have been asked to read these books."

"Why?" Tony interrupted.

"Because they are to see if we have a new ally or a threat. Who wants to start? Alright Tony your up."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

Tony's POV.

I gotta read some stupid books, yippee. I started

"Percy Jackson an-" Thor gasped excitedly.

"We're reading about Percy Jackson, like the Percy Jackson, the great hero?"

"I guess." Thor squealed. I wondered what had gotten to the big guy.

"The Lightning Thief, I wonder if that is a literal-"

"Read!"

"Chapter 1: I Accidentally Vaporize my Pre-Algebra Teacher."

"Way to go kid"

"Don't encourage that, Tony." Bruce muttered.

"What was that Brucey?"

"Nothing, just read."

Look I didn't want to be a half-blood.

"A what?"

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

"Why would someone do that to kids?"

If you're reading this because you think its fiction, great I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these pages-if you feel something stirring inside-stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, don't say I didn't warn you.

I opened my mouth to comment when Fury stopped me with, "Don't start Tony"

My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old.

"He went on his first quest when he was 12?" Thor thought aloud.

"Why is that important?" I simply asked. Thor said nothing.

Until a few months ago, I was a boarding school student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. Am I a troubled kid?

"I'm gonna go with yes."

"Tony!"

"What?"

"Read"

Yeah. You could say that.

"He admits it, so ha."

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it

"That's depressing."

But things started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan- twenty-eight mental-case kids

"Did he just call himself mental?"

"No he didn't, Tony."

And two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff

"Ugh. The museum, torture." I stated aloud. I received a few glares and smirks.

I know-it sounds like torture.

"Yeah, I think like him!"

"Tony, his friends call him Seaweed Brain." I was horrified. Barton stated sniggering.

But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading the trip so I had hopes. Mr. Brunner was this middle-age guy in a motorized wheelchair. He has thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always Smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and joke and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

"They allow students to sleep in class?" The captain asked.

"No, not really. But the students do anyways they don't always get into trouble though, some have even perfected it enough that they don't get caught nor look like there sleeping."

Bruce replied to a very shocked and confused Capsicle. I hoped this trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

"He jinxed it."

"Just read, tony."

Boy was I wrong. See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.

"That is gold" I said through the tears of mirth.

And the time before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes- tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim.

"Ohmagawd! I have to meet this guy."

"NOOOOOO"

"Why not?"

"Frankly I like New York still standing, thanks." Natasha spoke up suddenly.

A flash of light suddenly depositing... three teenagers.

A.N.

Who should they be?

Percy, Grover, Annabeth, Hazel, Frank, Thalia, Nico, Jason, Piper, Leo, the Stolls.