Previously:
"The primordials are something more," Thor replied. "They are a generation older than the Titans, the parents of the gods. They are more powerful than you can imagine. Percy's father is Chaos himself."

"Chaos?" Steve asked.

"The one who shaped this universe." Thor clarified. "We are dealing with one of the oldest and most powerful beings any of you have met." Then he realized something. "Other than me, of course."

I entered the elevator with a sigh. Visiting the Olympians was always a chore. I was hardly on any type of good terms with any of them. Hestia, Artemis, Hades, my mother, (who has taken residence in Olympus with Hestia for the time being) and surprisingly Hera were the only ones out of all of them that didn't get on my nerves. Even Hermes and Apollo occasionally wore me down. After all these centuries, I don't think they've matured very much. I now understand how Artemis feels.

Not that I can say very much in defense for myself.

I've been visiting Hermes as a way to catch up on the technology in the world and all the information on the mortal warriors. Surprisingly enough, my domain over demigods transferred easily to all types of heroes. I wasn't complaining. Mortals have always found something to fight so maybe something interesting will happen when I finally let the Avengers make contact with me.

I visited the Captain America Museum on purpose a few months ago to see what the government would do. Hermes and I reactivated a file of me in their system from over 200 years ago. It only took a few days for their agents to catch up to me and figure out some of the things I was doing. Not everything. They have no idea I have any sort of friends.

I plan to keep it that way for a while, just to see what kind of people they are in person. Eventually, perhaps, I'll introduce them to a few members of my Hunt. But that means I am definitely not going to make it easy for them.

The Avengers have been trying to make contact with me for weeks now. At first it was just the red head and the archer, Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. Now it's all of them. They've cornered me in Central Park more times than I care to count, in nearby alleyways, in the Empire State Building on various floors, even at the mall.

I think I've frustrated a few of them more than once.

I've seen Thor every so often. Make that all the time. He's not so good with disguises, he's very easy to spot.

I wonder how long it will take before they realize I'm messing with them.

Oh, there is Thor now. He's wearing a baseball hat but that does nothing to hide his long blonde hair. Not to mention, he's in a very form fitting t-shirt that says, "I heart Asguard." He's also just standing there on the corner across from the entrance to the Empire State Building with his hands in his pockets. They need to take him off the tailing portion of this mission. He stands out like a sore thumb.

Since they've had 24 hour surveillance on me, I have been avoiding going to my hunt just to keep safe. I've told Luke to just come to me if there was an emergency, otherwise, he can handle it. He's not going to like being the only one in charge so soon after being alone last time when I went to Alagaësia but he's going to have to deal with it.

By now, I've made it to my regular path to Central Park. They'll be scattered all along this path in different spots. Some will be harder to notice than others, like Natasha and Clint. But some like Steve and Tony are just too easy. It's like they're not even trying. Steve is a bit better than Tony—I think either Natasha or Clint have been teaching them but Tony's not really taking it to heart.

There's Steve and Tony now, staring at a window display full of mirrors across the street. Really, can you be any more obvious?

The entrance to Central Park was watched by Clint on the balcony of the restaurant across the street. He did a little better but by now I've learned to look in high places for him.

I don't see Natasha yet but it's only a matter of time. Sometimes I would sit at a bench for a few minutes randomly some distance away from them. Then get up right when I see one making their way towards me. This time, I think I'll wait until Natasha is sitting next to me.

There she comes now, red hair pulled back in a high pony tail, runner's gear disguising the spy gear. She saw me right away and started slowing down. She came to a stop at a reasonable distance away from my bench, put her hands on her knees and pretended to be winded.

I waited just long enough for her to 'catch her breath' before standing up and walking briskly deeper into Central Park. I wanted so badly to start laughing when I heard her sit heavily on the bench but I held it in.

"He's left again." I heard faintly. Her tone betrayed no emotion but I could tell that she was angry. I've done this too many times for it to be funny for them anymore.

By now the others have caught up and could be seen every so often as I strolled around the park.

Then I heard a growl in the woods.

It didn't happen often but occasionally, a monster would start stalking me in the park as well. Usually, I would take care of it before they all could see too much of the fight. However, this time, I had a feeling that my charade was going to be over. So I might as well show them what I can do.

I instantly changed directions and dashed into the woods.

"He's changed direction, it's now hunting time." I think that was Clint, but I wasn't sure. I was getting too far away.

"What?" I heard a crash into the bushes some ways ahead. It seems they were coming at me from different directions. Someone said something muffled but I figured out what they said when I heard Cap's: "Language!"

I now laughed quietly since they couldn't hear me but refocused on the trail the monster left. It wasn't a hellhound or empousa this time. It was something bigger. If the giant claw marks were anything to go by, I think it was a hydra.

Well, styx.

I'm not going to try and fight a hydra with four mortals and a god with the wrong weapon on him tailing me. What if the poison it spewed landed on Clint somewhere in the trees where he thought was a safe vantage point?

Doggammit, now I need to confront them. What else could I do? I could just vapor travel out like I've been doing but then they could follow the tracks to the Hydra and then where would I be? Unable to help them, that's what.

Making up my mind, I stopped mid stride, bent down, as if analyzing the tracks and waited.

The obnoxiously loud footfalls stopped suddenly as they realized I was hunched over.

In what they thought was a quiet enough whisper, one said, "What is he doing?"

"Studying the tracks." Someone else said even quieter.

"What kind of monster is it this time?" Natasha's voice carried over to me clearly. She had stepped out of the shadows, walking steadily towards me. It seems she was tired of doing things covertly.

"A hydra. Why don't you all come out?" I answered, looking over my shoulder at the group behind me. Only Clint was really blending in. The others were dismal at best. Some breathing stopped in response to my words. I allowed a small smile. "I wouldn't put Thor on anymore surveillance missions if I were you."

The Avengers took that as their sign to emerge from the shadows. We stared at each other for an undetermined amount of time. I finally sighed. "Would you mind telling me why you have been following me? And why Thor has allied himself with mortals?"

Acting like I don't know who they are will give them a small sense of security. They'll tell me more if I pretend I don't know as much as I do anyways.

"The director of SHIELD would like you to come in." Steve said. "We can answer your questions there."

"What's SHIELD?" I asked, frowning. "And who are you? Why would I trust you?"

"Well, you know Thor, don't you?" Clint threw in.

I stared at him expressionlessly as I tried to figure out a response to that. He's the astute one, isn't he?

"I know him, doesn't mean I trust him." I finally said. "The dude idolizes Zeus for god's sakes."

"My Lord Percy," Thor started, with a smile as big as he could get. "We just—"

"No."

Stunned silence. I wanted to laugh at their faces so badly. This was one of the more amusing interactions I've had with them.

"I'm sorry, but Director Fury wants you questioned by any means necessary." Natasha said, inching closer.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "For what?"

"He has some questions that you need to answer." Natasha replied, still inching closer.

"If I go with you, do you promise not to put those handcuffs on me?" I said, pointing to the cuffs hanging on Clint's belt.

Clint looked down and relaxed a little. "Sure thing."

- - -

I huffed in frustration. I should have been less specific about the handcuffs, I thought as I looked down at the silver rings—that were not the handcuffs that had been specifically hanging on Clint's belt—around my wrists. They were resting on the table in front of me, chained to the top of it. The room I was in came straight from the movies with the one way mirror, dull painting, long table, and everything.

They had no reason to put cuffs on me in the first place. I think they did it just to poke fun at me. Well, they'll regret that sooner or later. I'm thinking...prank war?

The door suddenly opened, interrupting my thoughts to reveal a dude wearing all black. Including the eyepatch over his left eye. Nicholas Joseph Fury. This man was an enigma. I don't think even he himself understood how he worked fully. My sisters, the Fates, told me of the adventure he had with a hero named Carol Danvers when he was first starting to climb the power ladder in this company. I would like to meet her sometime but I don't know how he keeps in touch with her.

"Do you have any idea how difficult you are to get ahold of, Mr Jackson?"

"I can imagine." I replied, leaning back in my chair. I didn't bother hiding the fact that I was completely unconcerned with the turn of events. "It did take you almost a week to find me after I showed up at the museum. And almost two more months to actually talk to me. And that was because I let you."

Fury stared at me, showing me how frustrated I made him. That brought out a smirk from me. I was quite proud of myself.

"What do you mean you let them?" He demanded.

"I wasn't about to go fight a hydra where your team would be in harms way." I scoffed. "That would be irresponsible. So I let them catch up to me this time. Otherwise I would have continued like I have for the past few months. Pretending like they aren't there."

"Are you telling me you knew they were there the entire time?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, that's what I've been saying." I was not impressed with this man's ability to follow me.

Fury was silent as he stared at me. I think he was trying to figure out where to go from here.

"Do you have any idea why you were brought in?" He asked. "And how long were you going to play that game with my team?"

"As long as I felt like it," I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face. This was taking too long. It took five minutes for us to establish that I knew they were watching me from the start. Who knows how long it's going to take for this part. "I would guess that it has something to do with the file that exists on me about my childhood." I said. Hopefully this will get things rolling faster. "The one that highlights my adventures as acts of terrorism."

"Adventures?" Fury said. "You call blowing up a bus in New York and the St Louis Arch an adventure?"

"To be fair, the old ladies wielding a flaming whip and the lady with the chihuahua were trying to kill me and I was just trying to escape." I responded.

"Old ladies?" Fury's tone took on one of disbelief. "A chihuahua?"

I nodded, smiling. "The official news story was that I was kidnapped and brought across country only to escape in a shoot out with my kidnapper."

"The official story?" He said flatly. He was having a hard time following me it appears.

I nodded again. "If you want anything more, you'll have to stop recording," I continued. "I'm afraid, it's classified."

"Classified."

I narrowed my eyes at the one eyed man. "Are you sure you didn't get possessed by a parrot?"

"Look, I just want to know who you work for." Fury said, borderline pleading.

I looked from him to the mirror, where I could sense the five people who had been stalking me with one more. "You're kidding right?" I said. "You have Thor right there, he couldn't tell you anything about me?"

At Fury's answering stare, I sighed again and waved my hand. All recording devices short circuited and died out. Fury jumped when the camera in the corner sparked. I heard some yelps from the other side of the mirror.

Summoning the water particles in the air, I created images of Olympus. "The Greek gods have followed the Spirit of the West as long as it's existed." The images shifted into different modern things with the Greek and Roman influence. Hermes' staff in medical inspirations, pillars from the architecture, and so on. "Their habits on the topic of mortals don't really change either. They exist, monsters exist," the images shifted to various monsters, "and so do their children, the demigods. You obviously already knew about the Norse gods but they aren't the only pantheon."

Fury opened his mouth, as if to say something but then he thought better of it and snapped it shut.

"The demigods go on quests for their parents sometimes. That includes going across countries, killing monsters sometimes in plain sight of mortals," I continued. The images now gone. "It was on one such quest that I 'blew up' a Greyhound bus and the St Louis Arch...over two hundred years ago."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but it is my understanding that demigods still die after a 'mortal' life span." Fury said.

"You're wrong." I said simply. "Demigods rarely make it to be an adult. Or they used to, before circumstances changed. But yes, they do die after a period of time."

"Then pardon me for asking but why aren't you dead?"

"Don't tell me Thor said nothing of this?" I said, looking into his eyes, searching for answers. I saw it, in the back of his mind. "Of course." I smiled. "You want to make sure it's the same story. Do you not trust your own team?"

"I don't trust anybody."

"That has it's pros and cons," I acknowledged with a thoughtful nod. "I once trusted too freely and was disintegrated for it. You can rest easy knowing that Thor was correct in what ever he told you about me. He may idolize Zeus but he has a penchant for being truthful."

"If it is true," Fury said. "Then wouldn't you have the power to escape?"

"Escape?" I said as if surprised. "Are you saying that you actually think this will hold me for any amount of time without my willingly staying? And you are actually keeping me here under some charges of 200 years ago? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I have not done anything illegal since appearing on your radar." He was silent. "But yes," I stretched my wrists to show they were suddenly out of the cuffs. They fell to the table with a loud clang. "I could have left a long time ago."

Fury stood rapidly, hand on his gun.

"Relax, Director Fury," I said, adjusting myself sideways in the chair with one arm over the back of it. "If I wanted to escape, it would have been before I started talking. Why do you think a file dating back so long ago was still active?"

That stopped him short. "How...?"

"Hermes was the inventor of the internet, he helped me get your attention." I smirked. "I wanted to see what the Avengers were worth."

"And?" Fury asked, warily sitting back down.

I shrugged. "I have yet to make a decision. But I have to say that I'm not impressed with their tailing skills."

"Why do you want to see what they are worth?" Fury asked.

I only smiled. That was one thing I will have them figure out on their own; I can't give them all the answers. I could tell this was going to be fun.