Mrs. O'Leary POV

I stretched. No matter how long I stayed in this small from seconds-minutes-hours-days-weeks-months-years I would never get used to it. The good thing to come of this was that I could stay closer to my-little-one and her friends red-danger-woman and dog-lover-archer.

I sniffed the air, feeling my-little-one's pain. Oh today was going to be a bad day. I hopped up and got clothes and towels for my-little-one. I nudged her out of bed, staying by her leg to offer support.

To help with healing my-little-one, big-good-SHIELD trained me to be a 'service dog'. I was much smarter, but it looked good and I could go places as a registered service dog. That way I could always protect my-little-one, whether it be from physical dangers or mental ones. I then trained in battle with commands. I was instructed that only a few people could command me.

A heard the shower turn off as my-little-one dressed and came back out. My-little-one grabbed my service dog harness, cementing in my mind today was going to be a trying one. After dressing me in my harness- a blue one that my-little-one told me said "Service Dog. Please Do Not Touch," she also made sure that my registration papers were in a built in pocket. Finally, my-little-one attached my leash, and we were good to go.

We headed out to the pack-room where pack-people were sitting and eating. Dog-lover-archer took one look at my-little-one and tossed a bottle of pills at my-little-one. They were given to her by Apollo when she sent a letter out to the god inquiring for help about her old-pain-flashback attacks. The attacks had gone down as the years went on, but the few that she did have were awful. So she only took the pills when her attacks came. And because of those filthy-traitor-halfbloods, arriving at the party, she relapsed.

My-little-one poured out two golden pills. They were made of Ambrosia and infused with Apollo's-healing-power. Red-danger-woman gave her water in a cup.

"Do you want to do anything Sweetheart? We can lead ourselves in training and I am sure that Nat and Clint can show us how you fight so we can learn your style. That way you can get your mind off whatever is hurting you and we can continue working as a team." Surprisingly, it was Genius-wise-mechanic who talked to my-little-one, crouching down in front of her. He didn't touch her. As if knowing that any touch my-little-one received would cause her lightning-pain.

My-little-one nodded, wanting to be able to do something other than sit around and let the pain fester. She usually went out for a walk, did small chores, or sketched.

"Do you want to go for a grocery run? One of us can go with you to help. Or you can all one of your secret agent friends."

My-little-one croaked out "Coulson" before she fell silent once again. Better-than-Zeus stepped forward and gave my-little-one a list as silver-sassy-runner called father-figure-Coulson.

After that, it was all just about waiting. Luckily, waiting allowed my-little-one's medicine to kick in somewhat. But soon enough father-figure-Coulson arrived, ready to help me take care of my-little-one as we go to the store. As pack-people said their goodbyes and see ya laters, we went into the elevator. Just before the doors closed I barked once, saying farewell.

Once outside, I turned into what my-little-one called 'Agent Mode'. I normally would go up to people, wanting to cheer the sad ones up and make the positive ones happier when I begged for pettings from them. But now, I was alert, my whole being tuned into my-little-one and her needs. I didn't stray away from my-little-one, nor did I let my attention drop. I had a job to do, and I was going to do it well.

We got into father-figure-Coulson's Lola, driving off to the store through New York traffic. Traffic, as was due in New York, was always bad. Cars honked and the streets were tight. But soon enough we arrived at the store and the three of us walked through the store. Immediately a little boy spotted me and got happy, wanting to pet the doggy. But his father, pulled him back, seeing my vest and what it said. I was glad. I would have to have separated from the boy, not wanting to become distracted when my-little-one needed me.

My-little-one grabbed a cart while father-figure-Coulson held the list and directed us where to go. Aisle after aisle. Color after color. Smell after smell.  There was a lot of food that needed to be bought, seeing as we have two super soldiers, one god, fast metabolizing humans (silver-sassy-runner and nice-green-doctor), and my-little-one. Just about halfway through the shopping, a woman with a terrible sneer approached us, tapping my-little-one on the shoulder. She had brown hair that had bleached blond highlights, and awful green eyes.

"Excuse me ma'am, you have to leave. Dogs are not allowed in the store. Plus, she's scaring the other customers."

My-little-one just ignored her. It was obvious that she was just a customer, not an employee. I looked around- no one batted an eye at me. Some smiled down to me, respecting that I was on duty.

Then the lady did the unacceptable. She touched my-little-one. She grabbed her shoulder and turned my-little-one so she was facing her. My-little-one collapsed, lightning-pain worsening from the touch. I growled once, before going over to my-little-one, who was always my first priority, and began nudging her into the right position- knees bent, feet flat on the floor, back leaning against the shelf as she sat on the floor. I gently made sure she placed her hands in my fur. I took slow deep breaths, allowing my-little-one's fingers to comb through my hair and feel me breathe and feel my heart beat.

I sat still, grounding my-little-one. Father-figure-Coulson turned on the woman. He took out his badge and showed it to her. "I am a registered employee of the government, and I have a higher clearance level that what you are. So that means you aren't worth my time. This woman is. Get out of my way NOW."

The lady paled and back pedaled, soon fleeing the store as father-figure-Coulson crouched in front of my-little-one. He didn't touch her, which both my-little-one and I were grateful for. He only started to talk soothingly, yet quietly, no one but Percy able to hear his words.

"You are Percy Jackson. You are twenty-three years old. You joined us almost exactly five years and ten months ago. Clint, Natasha, the Avengers, Fury, Maria, and me are your family. You are a Leo-"

My-little-one interrupted, mind gradually slowing down. "I'm not a Super sized McShizzle."

Father-figure-Coulson burst out laughing. "That is true. Once SHIELD figured out a way to translate English perfectly into Ancient Greek, you started reading religiously. You somehow started to ENJOY doing paper work, happy that you could read and write correctly. You said that it calmed you down, which everyone finds weird. Like who likes doing paper work? You, apparently."

She smiled at this, slowly, shakily getting up. My-little-one gripped the shopping cart and started walking again, me pressed up against her leg, tail hitting the back of her knee as it wagged.

Luckily, we quickly finished and loaded the food bags- enough to feed a small army (which I guess pack-people kinda were)- into Lola. As we drove, my-little-one ran her fingers through my fur, sometimes playing with my spiked black collar. My-little-one found it funny that me, a puppy, had a collar like that, subtly hinting that I was dangerous. Not that anyone who didn't know my-little-one's story knew that I was actually a tank sized hellhound.

Once Lola was carefully parked in the garage, the other pack-people came in and started taking food up. When my-little-one tried to take some, I walked in front of her, and leaned against her legs, causing her to move back. My-little-one glared at me, trying to will me to move. I looked up at her. 'Sorry thats a no from me. You have to go.' Luckily my-little-one seemed to know what I was saying.

"Why do I have the feeling that you were mocking me?"

'Because I am little-one.' My-little-one just sighed and moved to pick me up. I moved forward. 'Nope. Not happening' when she tried to pick me up again, I moved. This then because a game. My-little-one trying to pick me up, and me running forward. Soon enough we were in the pack-room and I pushed my-little-one to the couch.

The pack-people puttered around us, red-danger-woman and dog-lover-archer stopping briefly to kiss my-little-one's head. I hopped off my-little-one's lap, carefully gathering nice-green-doctor, silver-sassy-runner, and red-powerful-girl so they could talk with my-little-one. I walked off, wanting to sniff around and be petted. I passed floating-red-cyborg and frozen-enhanced-soldier to be pet by my-little-one's-soulmate.

"So, what movie should we watch Percy?" Genius-wise-mechanic asked. "Nemo maybe? Or The Little Mermaid?"

My-little-one laughed. "Nah. They are both pretty good movies but they aren't my favorite." The TV then turned on and Pirates Of The Caribbean started to play. Those movies were my-little-one's favorite movies.

While pack-people were watching the movie, and my-little-one mouthing along with some of the lines, I wandered off. I grabbed the pill bottle that had been filled with my-little-one's pain pills in my mouth and shadow traveled to golden-healing-sun, who was, coincidentally with calm-hunter-moon.

The duo turned around when I came through the shadow, along with the dozen of so bows being draw and pointed at me. Calm-hunter-moon quickly called off her eternal-moon-hunters. Golden-healing-sun came over and I deposited the empty bottle into his hand. He sighed, sad that my-little-one had to face all of this pain.

He showed the empty bottle to his sister, as ways of explanation before quickly refilling it and handing it back. They also saw my harness, the blue fabric cementing in their minds that today had been a pain-pain-pain day. I stood up, tail wagging, allowing good-bye pettings from the twins before I ran back into the shadows, arrows still pointing at me.

I then went to my next destination. Elysium. Most spirits already knew me, or at least heard of me. Some of the new souls tended to look scared- my form flickered between my small form and my tank-sized form. But I ignored them today, not stopping to get tummy rubs. No. Today was letter day.

I ran through the underworld, one destination in mind. The Beckendorf's residence. All of the dead whom my-little-one had known, got together at Selena and Beckendorf's home to write my-little-one letters. This happened once a month, the people writing the letters, and me taking them. But I didn't take them back to my-little-one. Well, not immediately anyways.

I took those letters and hid them in strong-flower-Queen's garden. They were not easily found. And no one wanted to mess with the King and Queen of the Underworld's garden. Strong-flower-Queen was, and is terrifying enough on her own- not to mention with death-King-god. Oooooh, you better wish you had been wonderful in life because Strong-flower-Queen's punishments are scary.

When my-little-one was feeling down or sad, or maybe she just need a letter, I would take one of those letters and put them in a place where she would find them. Then my-little-one would finally smile and write a letter back, leaving it out for me to get and give back to those who have passed to Elysium. My-little-one never asked me for more letters, or for me to bring her to her long since gone friends. And that was good. Today would be a three letter day.

I picked up the letters, one from Selena, one from Beckendorf, and one from Yew. Time to give them to my-little-one.

I shadow traveled back home before placing the letters down, barking once, my tail wagging away.

My-little-one smiled, and bent down slowly and grabbed the letters. She straightened out with the same agonizing slowness, pain overloading her senses. I then walked over to floating-red-cyborg and nudged his ankles. He obediently got up and followed.

That was good. That meant that the pack-people could be trained.

I opened the fridge and floating-red-cyborg got the hint. It was time to make dinner. I brought over ingredients and he put them together. I honestly didn't know what floating-red-cyborg was making, only that he fed me a few scraps.

My-little-one, at the call to dinner, got up and made two plates, placing one on the floor by her chair for me. I wagged my tail and licked her fingers in thanks before eating. Soon after, a bowl filled with water was put down by red-powerful-girl. But soon enough, with the movie and dinner finished, everyone trickled back into the living room at my-little-one's insistence.

She sat cris-cross on the couch, and I fit snugly in her lap. "Thanks to Tony's insistence that we go to that gala, I didn't get to the reason why HYDRA had me held captive." My-little-one threaded her fingers through my fur, took a deep breath, and then continued. "Due to me being a demigod of two of the same god and a legacy of another, along having a few very minor blessings, I have power. One day, I was on a solo mission. Clint and Natasha were off in India I believe. It was a small HYDRA base take down, only used for communications. But it wasn't. I was captured, immediately injected with this weird paralysis."

My-little-one took a few deep breaths, her fingers starting to pet me. "I could feel my heart beat slowing, my breath almost coming to a standstill. They put the stuff in an IV and put it in my arm. It made it so I couldn't move, yet the serum gave my body what it needed to survive. I couldn't close my eyes or go to sleep. I could see and hear everything that they were doing to me. They wanted to harness my power and find a way to weaponize it. They wanted to use it to create a new super soldier serum that would create the best weapons. Luckily, they don't know my heritage or my actual powers, only that I have this energy like power that they could painfully pull out of my veins and store.

"Luckily, six months later, still no food or sleep, you guys saved me. And luckily you destroyed the tank that everything was in. If HYDRA had finished that six months with me, they would have gotten enough power to create a new super soldier. An even better one. And Wanda. That was the reason you dropped me when we were doing jumps. That power still was buzzing under my skin, trying to settle. Feeling like I was being attacked again, the energy lashed out and made your power let go. That power is connected to the ocean and felt that I would be safer falling than being in your energy. And its okay. You could probably toss me around and my energy wouldn't make you let go."

Red-powerful-girl, upon hearing this, felt relieved. She now knew that her powers hadn't failed her. The super soldiers, on the other hand, looked guilty. I growled at the duo while my-little-one glared at them. "It isn't your fault. It was and is HYDRA's fault. So don't you dare go guilt tripping yourself. I forbid it." Then my-little-one's attitude changed. "Good night everyone and sleep well."

I got off her lap and waited as she unfolded her long legs slowly, the pain still a sticky residue that clung and pulled her body down. I trotted happily behind her, waiting patiently outside the bathroom as she got dressed into one of dog-lover-archer's old shirts and a pair of red-danger-woman's old shorts.

She then took off my harness and got out two blue plastic hair brushes. My-little-one brushed me down first, loosening and separating my hair, allowing it to fluff out and become more comfortable. She then brushed her hair with the second blue brush before walking to bed.

I jumped up to the bed and gladly curled up in the space between her stomach and thighs as she curled up around me on her side. My-little-one shifted, reaching for a book.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much."