"What is that infernal noise?" Came the furious demand of Nicholas Fury.

A computer in the bay of the hellicarrier was sending out a loud notification throughout the aircraft. It drowned out all other noise besides the director's shouts.

"It's the facial recognition on wanted terrorists, sir," Agent Hill answered as loudly as she could. "It's recognized someone in the US that's a code red."

Director Fury strode over to his station and pushed a few buttons. "Who?"

The picture that popped up was simultaneous with the 'infernal noise' stopping. It was of a boy no older than 17. His hair was a dark black with a grey streak in the front. His eyes stood out in the picture as a striking sea-green, and his smirk let everyone know that he did not follow many rules. Other than that he looked completely normal; he had on a faded orange t-shirt and blue hoodie with ripped jeans.

"How long ago did this BOLO get put out?" The director asked. His one eye was no longer looking at the picture. It found something else of interest to be focusing on.

There was silence from Agent Hill as she found what Fury was looking at and took a moment to calculate it out. "It appears that it was put out over 200 years ago, sir." Her tone held confusion and was borderline terrified.

"That's what I thought," Fury said quietly. "Where did facial recognition find him?"

"At the Captain America Museum about 10 minutes ago." Agent Hill answered. She sent over the picture the security cameras had captured for Fury to see on his screen.

The boy in the picture was almost a spitting image of the 17 year old boy in the picture they had on file. The only difference here was that he wore a belt with a rather large knife at his waist and was wearing a black leather jacket with a strange insignia on the right shoulder.

"Agent Hill, get some agents out there, confirm that it is the same boy," Director Fury started. "I want to know for sure before we jump to any conclusions."

"Yes, sir."

- - -

"Sir, the agents sent out for that facial recognition from last week are back."

"Let them in."

The two agents walked confidently into the director's office. They sat in the chairs on the other side of the desk and waited. One was short with blonde hair and wore dark sunglasses over his eyes. The other agent had vibrant red hair and a completely neutral expression on. She sat straight backed, unlike her partner, who was lounging almost sideways in his chair.

"Tell me about your mission."

"Sir, the boy was difficult to find at first, we spent the first four days trying to find him." The first agent said. He took off his sunglasses, showing off a steel, but humorous gaze. "We finally found him in Central Park and followed him from there to the Empire State Building."

"That's where things got a little...weird." The other agent said.

"Weird?" Fury questioned.

"He asked for the key to the 600th floor and after the person at the desk gave him a key, he went to the elevator."

"600th?" Fury rose an eyebrow. "You do realize that the Empire State Building only has 102 floors?"

"I'm only telling you what I heard." The first agent put his hands up in surrender. Fury gestured with his hand for them to continue.

"He didn't come down until the morning of the next day. And we hacked the security cameras in the building and after he hit the 102nd floor, it hazed out and we couldn't see him anywhere in the building again." The first agent started. "We kept watching until the next morning until his showed up on the 102nd floor. From there we followed him to the park again. Following him in the woods was a challenge, let me tell you—"

"He made no noise whatsoever." The redhead finished. "It's like he wasn't even there. Then we saw him change."

"Change?" Fury said. This one sounded even stranger than the 600th floor business.

"His demeanor," the redhead answered. "It's like he went into hunting mode. For a second we almost thought..."

"What?"

"That he figured out we were following him." the first agent finished for her.

Fury had no reply to that.

"But it turns out he was hunting monsters." The redhead continued. "It's the only explanation for what we saw."

Things were just getting weirder and weirder. Monsters? Fury wasn't sure that he believed it any more than anything else they'd told him.

"They were these...black, misty...beasts." The blonde agent said. "They had red eyes and were almost as tall as the trees. He took out a sword—I still don't know where he got that, he stuck his hand in his pocket and suddenly—whoosh! A gold sword appeared out of nowhere."

"He then proceeded to take down the monster in less than five minutes." The redhead continued. "The monster burst into golden dust as he finished it up. It was here that we lost him."

"Lost him?" Fury demanded. "How did you loose him?"

"He...disappeared," the blonde said. "This is why we think that he figured out we were following him, but cause he turned around after that, smirked in our general direction, and faded away into mist."

"We couldn't find him anywhere after that. It was like he disappeared from off the face of the earth."

Fury was silent a long time after they finished. He stared at them, weighing what he just learned from them in his mind. "Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff, if the both of you weren't two of my best agents, I would be questioning every word you just said."

The two agents before him nodded in understanding.

"I'm not sure I believe everything I just told you," Agent Barton replied.

"As it is..." Fury paused, as if hesitating to make a certain decision. "I'm going to have to ask you to make contact and ascertain whether or not he is a threat. Report back to me in three days."

Three days later:

"Report, Romanoff, Barton." Fury said through the phone call. He had to make the phone call and he was not happy about it. Everyone knows they need to make the first call.

There was a general silence on the other side of the phone and Fury could feel the anxiousness from his side of the phone.

"Director Fury, sir, he's evaded all attempts of contact." Agent Romanoff's voice came through flatly.

"He'd let us get close then he would just disappear." Agent Barton added. "One time, he even laughed."

"He laughed." It was not a question.

"Yes, sir." Agent Romanoff said.

"Keep trying." Fury sighed. He had a feeling this would be a bigger headache than he thought it would be. "Report back next week."

A week later:

"Sir, still no contact."

"Agent Barton, if you have not made contact by next week, I am going to have to put the Avengers on this." Fury said in frustration. "Do not make me go through that paperwork."

"Yes, sir."

A week later:

"No, sir."

The sigh on the director's end was a mixture of disappointment, frustration, and dread.

"Go debrief your team, I'll start the paperwork."

"Yes, sir."

Later that day:

"Now that we are finally here," Natasha Romanoff eyed an impeccably dressed man at the other end of the table in the conference room. His response was only to smile innocently. "This is the target."

She pushed a button on the table and a holographic screen popped up for everyone in the room to see. It was the picture on file of the 17 year old boy and all pictures they were able to gather. Both from 200 years ago and from the last few weeks as Natasha and Clint attempted to make contact.

"Contact only," Natasha continued. "Clint and I have been trying for the last three weeks to make contact with this boy only to just miss him at least a hundred times. There has been no suspicious activity from him in that time other than the frequent visit to the Empire State Building for which we still don't know the reason, and the occasional fight with a monster."

"Am I reading this file right?" A blonde man dressed in a patriotic tactical suit spoke up. "It says that the last known sighting of him was over 200 years ago. It doesn't look like he's aged a day."

"And, I'm sorry, did you say fighting monsters?" The man that Natasha was eyeing at the start of the meeting was leaning his chair far back.

"What kind of fantasy did we just walk into?" Asked a slept in looking man in a white lab coat and square glasses.

"Look at the pictures and videos we included."

There was about ten minutes of silence as the rest of the team reviewed the file. Then there was another five minutes where they processed what they saw.

"Well okay then." The well dressed man said, leaning back in his seat. "What's the play?"

"Rogers, we're trying to do this as covertly as possible, so civi's only," Barton started. "I figured this would be a mission where we won't need Hulk so you can sit this out, Banner."

"Stark, keep the armor nearby but start out in casual clothing," Natasha added. "I don't want to make this guy feel surrounded or trapped so we just need to approach calmly and separately. Barton and I will be observing from a long distance at the start because he's made us quite a few times. We're acquainted."

"Thor, Rogers, you can be our muscle on this one," Clint turned to the armor clad god. "As you can see in the file, he's much stronger than any normal human. You can never be too careful if he shows that he's hostile."

"Agreed." Steve said.

"You've been awfully quiet there, Point Break, you got something to say?" Tony spoke up.

"Why is SHIELD trying to contact Percy Jackson?"

"Percy? Do you mean Perseus?" Natasha said. "Do you know him?"

"No, you have been observing Percy," Thor said. "Trust me, you would know if you were looking at Perseus."

"Do you know him?" Rogers asked now.

"Yes," Thor said seriously. "He is a legend in the mythical world. All gods know not to enter into battle with him needlessly. If it comes down to a fight with this man, I will not be participating."

"What can you tell us about him? We need to know what we are getting into." Steve said.

"He will not kill you," Thor reassured him. "He is a hero in every sense of the word."

"That's comforting," Tony said sarcastically.

"Wait, did you mean to say that Percy Jackson and Perseus Jackson are different people?" Bruce asked. "And are you saying that he is immortal?"

"Yes, that is how this file is over 200 years old," Thor answered. "Percy Jackson is the Greek primordial god of the Hunt, Demigods, Battle, Loyalty, and heir to the primordial throne. Perseus Jackson is his Roman aspect."

"What do you mean by primordial?" Clint asked. "What's wrong with just plain Greek god?"

"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."

The long awaited fourth book in my Apollo's Hunt series is now here! This probably isn't going to be very much different from the other stories in this bandwagon except for the fact that it will be a collection of one shots after Percy and the Avengers get to know each other. There will be no big bad guy for them to knock down at the end of the story because there might not be an end. I will be continuously adding to this until I grow tired of it so give me ideas if you have a scene you really want to see.