Percy was surrounded by fog. As he looked around, he could see nothing but the thick gray clouds that were the same color as Annabeth's eyes. His mind turned to her and he smiled as he thought of his beloved Wise Girl.

"Percy..." he heard a familiar voice call him from the fog, and he instantly ran towards it, thinking it might lead to a way out. A few seconds later, he burst out of the fog onto a sunlit beach, confirming his suspicions.

"Dad?" he called out, sea-green eyes searching the beach for the god of the ocean.

"Hello Percy." Percy turned and there was his father Poseidon, standing next to him.

"Hey. What's going on, Dad? Where am I?" he immediately launched into his questions.

"Unfortunately, Percy, you're dreaming. The mortals' government have you." Poseidon's face fell. "I couldn't come to you in person. As soon as I leave you will wake up, and I don't have much time. Listen to me son, you mustn't tell..."

Percy remembered the fight and cursed. "Wait... Is Annabeth alright?" he looked back at his father, fear in his eyes.

Poseidon nodded, a slight smile on his face. "You managed to get her over the camp borders before they got to you, but it sapped your strength to manipulate so much water. Now please Percy, listen to me.  You cannot reveal who and what are to these mortals. We cannot interfere for the same reason. If they discover who and what you are, they will hunt down every demigod to extinction. The Mist is failing, and now..."

Percy's eyes went wide. "The Mist... is failing? How?"

The god's eyes darkened, and so did the sky. "Stupid Norse. They've broadened the mortals' minds, and now they are beginning to accept the presence of the supernatural. It's slowly tearing the Mist apart. Soon the camps and Olympus could be revealed. That's why they were able to see you using your powers..." The god's form suddenly flickered, and thunder rumbled across the sky. The edges of Percy's vision were slowly dissolving. "I only have a few more moments. Remember Percy. Stay strong, keep the secret and watch your back. Something big is coming." He looked at his son with sad eyes. He was now the only thing that Percy could see. "I'm sorry, my son." And then everything went black.

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Percy started to see light filtering through his closed eyelids. He grimaced slightly as he felt a mild headache start pounding in his head. He started focusing on his surroundings. He was laying on a hard surface and when he tried to move, he quickly realized that his arms and legs were restrained. Panic started to rise in him and he had to force himself to remain calm.

When he finally opened his eyes, he was immediately blinded. It was a lot brighter than he had thought. After his eyes adjusted, he could make out a white room that seriously needed an interior decorator.

As the grogginess slowly cleared from his mind, he started noticing the pain. Like, a lot of pain. He gritted his teeth as he felt it reach full force and turned his head to see his entire left shoulder completely encased in bandages, along with other, smaller, bandages across his bare chest. He was also wearing white, sterile pants, but the familiar weight of Riptide was missing from his pocket. When he started examining his left arm he saw an IV and other tubes sticking out, each connected to a machine off to the side. Something told him it wasn't just for medicine.

He closed his eyes and remembered his conversation with his father, ignoring his headache. You cannot reveal who and what are to these mortals, he'd said. Like he'd ever do that anyways. Something big is coming. Percy groaned internally. Just when he thought that he was going to make it to New Rome with Annabeth, the Greek world found another way to just pull him back in.

But what Percy found most concerning was Poseidon's comment about the Mist. How could it be failing? And who the heck were the Norse? Percy did not need angry Viking monsters right now.

Suddenly, the wall seemed to slide open, revealing to men and a woman, two of which Percy realized as the two that Annabeth had engaged when they had fought that night. He glared at them, especially the man, because he had been the archer who hurt Annabeth.

The other man was straight out of a spy movie. He was tall, African-American, wore completely black, complete with a trench coat an awesome eye-patch, almost identical, Percy felt a stab of pain, to the one that Ethan Nakamura, the son of Nemesis, had once worn.

Mr. Spy interrupted his analysis. "So. Perseus Jackson. We have a few questions for you."

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Tony and Steve sat quietly outside the infirmary/makeshift interrogation room, watching via camera as Fury, Clint, and Natasha entered. They had been watching him for the past few minutes, and Fury had insisted they wait a few minutes after Perseus woke up to see his reaction. To his frustration, the boy had barely reacted at all, besides a momentary struggle when he first returned to consciousness and a slight wince of pain. Tony was sitting at a control panel and Steve was standing behind him, arms crossed as the three super spies entered the room.

They had been immediately alerted when Jackson had started returning to consciousness. Avengers Tower's infirmary was equipped with a lot of different toys, and Jackson was currently hooked up to several of them. They had been able to read the boy's spiking brain waves and predict how long it would take him to wake up, so they'd had plenty of time to prepare.

Tony may have gone a little overboard when he hit him and using his water powers seemed to have tired him. That, in addition to the knock-out dart and Nat's hard hit to his pressure point should have been enough to leave the kid unconscious for nearly a week, by Jarvis' estimates. But after only two days, Perseus' brain waves had spiked, and Jarvis had called them all back to his room.

As Tony watched the three S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives entered the room and saw Jackson's eyes narrow as he watched them all closely.

"He's already analyzing." Steve muttered. Tony glanced at him. He'd been acting strange ever since the Long Island fight. Tony suspected that Steve felt bad for the kid, and as he looked at the bandages around Jackson's shoulder, he had to admit that he felt bad about hitting him so hard. But still they had to figure out who this kid worked for, and whether or not he was a threat. Besides, he'd hit Natasha, and Tony could get a tad bit protective of his friends.

"Wonder how long he'll hold out before spilling," Tony snorted, trying to lure Steve into conversation. "From what I've heard, S.H.I.E.L.D. is pretty good about manipulating people. I've always wanted to watch."

Steve sighed. "I've got to be honest Tony, this doesn't feel right. He's still just a kid. We're supposed to be protecting kids like him, not interrogating them. Look at him, he's barely a legal adult! And..." He drifted off. Tony blinked, and his mouth dropped slightly. He hadn't expected Steve to actually open up. He'd expected their usual light banter, but it was obvious that this had been weighing on him for the past two days.

Tony was about to press him before he was distracted by Fury. He quickly turned back to the monitor, not wanting to miss anything. He made a mental note to question the Capsicle later

"So. Perseus Jackson. We have a few questions for you." The kid's eyes revealed nothing as he stared at them impassively, seeming to not have a care in the world, which was impressive, considering the fact that he was strapped to a table, and yet he still seemed to be perfectly in control. A few moments of silence passed.

"Perseus..."

"It's Percy, thanks." The boy interrupted. "And I never did catch your names."

Natasha's eyes widened slightly, shocked by his presumptuous tone, but before she could speak, Fury replied, gesturing for her to stand down

"It's alright. Director Fury, of S.H.I.E.L.D." He then gestured to the two agents next to him. "These are Agents Romanoff and Barton," gesturing to each of them in turn. "Now that we've been introduced, Percy, can we move along?"

"Sure, why not?" Percy replied, tone slightly smug. "First question, what in Hades do you think gives you the right to kidnap me?" He then paused before adding thoughtfully, "And what is S.H.I.E.L.D?"

Tony snorted. The kid, No, Percy, he reminded himself, was doing exactly what he would do in that situation, albeit with a lot more dignity than he would've been able to muster. Turn the situation around, put yourself in control of the situation. But to Fury's credit, he remained unflustered. "The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division..." Percy snorted at the name, but Fury continued, "has authority given to us by the government to secure and detain the bigger threats to the United States, and occasionally the Earth's, safety. And based on what we've seen of you Mr. Jackson, that authority stands."

Percy laughed. "Me, a threat to the United States? Good one, Director." He said the name as if it was unpleasant for him to say. The grin then slid from his face. "So, if I'm a threat, why am I here? I'm pretty sure you guys would leave me alive if I'm such a big threat." The sarcasm was practically dripping from his voice, but his face was deadly serious.

Tony saw Steve flinch, and he could guess why. No teenager should be so blunt about their own possible death, regardless of what they'd been through. This kid talked like stuff like this happened to him on a daily basis. Tony swore mentally. What has this kid been through? He was starting to understand Cap's obvious reluctance to this whole scenario.

"You are here, Mr. Jackson, because we need information. Both about you, and who you work for." Fury's surprisingly calm voice emanated from the speakers, drawing Tony's gaze away from Percy. "Your powers, origins... accomplices." Fury grinned slightly. "Annabeth Chase, wasn't it? Very admirable, the way you sacrificed yourself to save her. It makes me wonder how deep she is in this."

Tony saw Percy's shocking sea-green eyes darken with anger. "If you even touch her, I'll make you wish you were never born," he growled. Fury had obviously hit a sensitive spot. Tony didn't doubt that this kid would do anything to protect that girl from being harmed in any way. "You'll never get anything out of me." With that, turned his head to face the ceiling, and ignored the three like they were nonexistent.

Fury turned and left the room, flanked by Clint and Natasha. As soon as the door closed, he turned to Tony. "Knock him out. We're moving him."

Tony could see the annoyance in his eyes and decided that now wasn't the best time to raise questions. He relayed the instructions to Jarvis, and as soon as Percy's eyes had closed, Fury turned on his comm and called in the guards waiting just outside. "Put him in the Hulk cell. I'm not taking any chances." He then swept out of the room, the two agents still following.

Tony's eyebrows shot up with surprise, but when he thought about it, Fury's logic made sense. They didn't know how the kid could manipulate water, and in that chamber, they could regulate the amount of water vapor he was exposed to.

As the kid was wheeled out, Tony studied his face. It was already contorted in a slight grimace, like he was having a nightmare, and Tony could sense the disapproval radiating from the super soldier next to him. This kid had clearly been through a lot, and Tony wondered what it could have been.

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Percy... Percy... Percy... PERCY!!!

Annabeth eyes shot open, giving Will a heart attack as she woke suddenly and immediately sat straight up, screaming.

"Percy!"

"Annabeth calm down! You're safe!" Will placed his hands gently on Annabeth's shoulders, slowly lowering her back onto her cot.

Annabeth's breathing steadied slightly, and she started to take in her surroundings. She relaxed as she realized that she was in the Big House at Camp Half-Blood. She'd recognize it anywhere, and as she looked around, she saw Chiron in wheelchair form, a worried expression on his face. She calmed down even more.

But then she realized that one person was missing. "Where's Percy?"

Chiron's expression told her everything. Her heart dropped.

"We don't know, Annabeth." Chiron sighed. "We found you on the camp-side of Half-Blood Hill, but Percy was nowhere near you."

"Annabeth, what do you remember?" Will asked slowly, praying to the gods that she remained calm.

Annabeth closed her eyes, focusing on the last thing she could remember. Suddenly, her mind was overloaded as dark images of a fight started flashing through her mind. She could see Percy, fighting a man in red-gold armor and a man in a star-spangled suit with a shield.

She was dodging arrows and darts that were no more than flashes in the night, reflecting of the beams of light the armored-man was firing at Percy, so she let her instincts take over, letting her body react. She listened for the tell-tale whistle of the projectiles as they came her way, while occasionally sneaking a peak at Percy, who was doing fine.

Just as she was about to make a break for Percy, so they could take cover, a searing pain erupted in her arm, causing her to cry out. She looked down to see an arrow sticking out of her arm. Immediately, she started to feel tired and dizzy, before collapsing. The last thing she remembered was Percy yelling her name.

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Chiron bit his lip worriedly. He knew that if he wasn't in wheelchair form, his tail would be swishing about nervously. Annabeth had just finished telling them what she remembered and was now arguing with Will about where Percy could be.

Chiron, however, was panicking. The mortals had interfered in their world, and not in a minor way. No, they had confronted and fought the two of the most famous demigods in the Greek and Roman camps, and possibly taken the most powerful demigod born since... Chiron didn't even know when.

Annabeth had already informed him via Iris-Message about the fight in Central Park, while informing him that they were on the way to camp. That alone had raised his suspicions. Now it was worse. Why the Mist had failed to intervene, Chiron wasn't sure. All he knew was that the mortals now had an important piece of a puzzle that the gods had prevented them solving since the fall of the Roman Empire.

Chiron was pulled out of his thoughts as he saw the daughter of Athena struggling to stand. "We have to find him!" She said determinedly, standing shakily, and started walking towards the door.

"Annabeth, slow down!" Will cried, before rushing over to steady her as she stumbled. "Based on what you told us you were hit with a strong sedative. You've been out for more than two days!"

Annabeth shot him a death glare that he took unfazed. He was used to demigods disregarding their health. "All the more reason to get out there and find him. If you haven't heard from him in the past two days..."

"There's another problem, Annabeth." Chiron said softly. Annabeth turned and looked at him. "Ever since we found you, helicopters, with the same logo as you described earlier as the helicopter from the park, have been flying around the area every few hours. So far, the Mist has protected us, but if it didn't divert the mortals' attention already, I don't think it's a good idea for anyone to leave camp."

Annabeth looked at him with shock in her eyes. "Are you telling me to that we're going to abandon Percy?"

Chiron winced at her sharp words but didn't back down. "So far, Percy is the only one they have seen with powers, but if that changes, the entire Greek world could come to light. We can't allow that, not now while we are still recovering from Gaea's attack."

Annabeth sobered as she remembered all the demigods that had given their lives. "I understand Chiron, but that doesn't mean we can just forget about him!"

"We're not Annabeth. We just need to be patient. I prom..." Suddenly Chiron was interrupted as the infirmary door burst open. Rachel Elizabeth Dare, the Oracle of Delphi, walked in, followed by Connor and Travis Stoll. As the three turned to her, they could see that her eyes were glowing, and green mist was following her. She stopped and slowly turned to Chiron, seemingly expectant.

Annabeth immediately understood. The Spirit of Delphi was waiting for a question, though Annabeth knew that for the Oracle to seek her out, it had to be bad. She'd heard about the incident with the old oracle and the Hunters of Artemis. "What is coming?" Chiron asked.

Rachel's mouth opened, and green mist poured out of her. The voice of the Delphi then said:

The Hero of Olympus, the sea god's son

Alone can unite Earth and our Pantheon.

Together with those who would seek to avenge,

He must defeat the Pit lest it takes its revenge.

Beware, for the Veil has already been torn

And fear may destroy those who are god-borne.

But together Earth's heroes and the great demigod

May yet defeat Tartarus and return to home's sod.

Rachel collapsed into the arms of the Stoll brothers as the prophecy finished and the mist dissipated, while Annabeth, Will, and Chiron stared at her in shock.

"Another Great Prophecy" Chiron said in wonder.

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Miles away, Percy's eyes opened as he once again regained consciousness, and he groaned, knowing what his dream meant.

"Not again," he groaned.

A/N: So now the demigods know that Tartarus is coming, and Percy (who heard it in a dream) knows he has to work with the Avengers to beat him. Should be fun to watch huh?

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