Third person POV, Avenger Tower, New York: 

"I can't believe we have a kid on our team. I freaking kid." Stark muttered to himself. The kid, Percy Jackson, was late upon arriving for a team 'bonding' session. Apparently it was required because they gained a new member.

"He's not so bad." Loki snickered. The whole team wasn't sure what he was doing with them anyways, but they were told he was there to make the kid feel more comfortable, as well as supervised incase he decided to try something. Something other than being annoying.

They all assumed that Percy Jackson was going to be something along the lines of Starks prodigy Peter Parker. A geeky kid who's a klutz. This was their opinion despite Thor and Loki taking turns telling the team all the stories about him. No seventeen year old could be dangerous like that. It wasn't humanly possible. It seemed they all forgot that Percy Jackson was half god.

The door opened, and a teenager walked in. He had short black hair that was a complete mess, ear piercings, and eyes the color of the sea. He was tall, with a lean build, and had a still fading tan. While all those things were striking and unusual, it wasn't what took the cake. The kid had scars everywhere. They were long, short, clean, jagged, or circular with the width the same size as a cigarette.

His expression was hard, like soldier after a couple tours. Despite that, he was glowing. Part of it was like he had ran a marathon not long ago. He must have had a good workout. The other part was that he had a halo of sea green around him. It wasn't quite as dark as the color of his eyes. He wore nine bracelets and a watch on his left wrist, a beaded necklace around his neck, and they could make out a tattoo on his left forearm. No, not a tattoo, a branded image. 

"Hi." Percy greeted with a half hearted wave. No one greeted him back.

"For the love of all the pantheons, this kid is a legend. Show him some damn respect." Loki spat out. The team exchanged glances.

"Ahem. Hello there. I'm Steve Rogers." Steve said, getting up and offering Percy a hand. Percy shook it as a grin spread across his face. It made him look less intimidating.

The others followed suit. Once he had shaken everyone's hands, Percy sat awkwardly in a chair near the door. He drummed his fingers on the arm rest, and his right leg shook.

"You don't have anything to be anxious about." The woman, Natasha, commented. Percy flashed her a smile.

"ADHD." Natasha made a silent 'oh'. 

It fell back into strained silence again. None of them knew when this whole 'bonding' session was going to end, and they were already bored, as well as lost on here to begin.