Avenger Tower, New York, 7 months post Second Giant War:

The file sitting on the table was impossibly thin. For such a dangerous person, they didn't have much on him. They didn't even have a current photo, just one from when he was twelve years old. No wonder the file was thin.

Everyone seated around the table was given a copy of the manilla file. It contained a couple newspaper articles. They were about the boy being accused of kidnapping his mother, blowing up a public bus, and one where he said he was the victim of a kidnapping. Attached was a still from a news broadcast where he publicly admitted that his step father's store was giving away free appliances. After that, there wasn't much else on him except predictions about him in the present.

"So what's the issue here?" A man with a brown leather jacket asked. Before anyone could answer him, a tall man with an eye patch, dressed head to toe in black, walked in.

"His name is Percy Jackson. By now he is seventeen years old, lives somewhere in Manhattan, and is extremely dangerous." The man said, standing in front the group.

"What do you want with him, Director?" Another man, one who radiated godly energy, asked skeptically.

"I want him on our team. This kid is a clever one and could benefit us all." The director said.

"I don't think it's such a great idea." The man in the leather jacket said.

"I agree with Capsicle over there."

"Tony Stark and Steve Rogers agreeing on something. This is quite a shock." A woman said with a snicker.

"With all due respect Director, but we don't even know this kid." Someone else said.

"Thor does." Everyone turned to the blond man at the far end of the table, the one with godly energy.

"I met him once while he was in the middle of a small quest for Lord Hermes. I don't exactly know him."

"But you know the stories, dear brother." A cool voice said from the corner of the room. Everyone turned to see a man with shoulder length dark brown hair, green eyes, and dressed in some sort of robe colored gold and green, step out of the shadows. The group glared at him.

"What stories?" The woman asked.

"He means the stories of Perseus Jackson. Tales of the quests he went on, and the wars he led." Thor said in response. His blue eyes remained trained on his adoptive brother.

"This kid led wars? I call bullshit." Stark said.

"Language." Steve shot at him. Tony rolled his eyes at the other man.

"Thor is going to get him for us. Just to talk and offer him the position." The director said.

"What if he refuses?"

"He won't."