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Annabeth was getting to the point that she wished she had gotten shot with the glowing blue poison.

"What's your mother's name?" Mack asked for the third time in a row. It was the mark of the nearly half an hour anniversary of their lovely interrogation session, with no cake or gifts in sight.

Bummer.

"Kid, come on-" he sighed when she refused to answer.

"Don't call me kid," Annabeth interjected, resisting the urge to spit in the man's face. She was struggling to keep calm, and it didn't help that she was forced to look at Percy's unconscious form the entire time. Unwanted memories kept trying to invade her mind, and it took nearly all of her energy  to prevent a flashback.

"Just answer the question. One more and I'll leave you alone."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. "You'll let us go?"

"Look, I'm the nice guy around here. If I were you, I'd avoid interrogations from May or Agent Morse. Make it easier for yourself and answer me, now." Mack stood up from where he was kneeling on the floor of the cargo van, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his tone. Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"What if I told you my mom was a Greek goddess?" she said, testing the waters in an attempt to prove her theory of government officials, especially after Mack referred to Percy's shooter as Agent. She was really hoping for something along the lines of "Duh, it's Athena." That'd mean that she would have a chance at fighting them off. Instead, her heart sank as her interrogator sighed disappointedly and sat near the doors.

Out of all the crazy things that had happened to her and Percy, she never would have guessed that one day they'd be suspected terrorists of the government. What fun, eventful lives they had (note the sarcasm).

"I'm impressed, mate." Annabeth whipped her head to a nodding Hunter, who, indeed, looked impressed. "It's hard to get Mack riled up, but congrats, you did. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but hey," he ended with a shrug.

Annabeth didn't have a chance to reply. The van quickly lurched to a stop after hitting what must have been a speed bump. The momentum sent her flying sideways off the seat. She bit her lip in an effort to keep from crying out in pain; the cuffs around her wrist tugged and rubbed her skin painfully. She might have imagined it, but they seemed to emit some kind of sharp heat whenever she tried to wiggle out of them. She was sure her wrists would be a beautiful shade of red if she ever got them off.

She wasn't the only one annoyed with the quick stop. "Jeez, Bobbi," Hunter whined as he peeled himself off of the floor. "A little warning next time? Bloody hell..." Annabeth rolled her eyes as he began to mutter incoherently to himself.

Mack stood up from where Percy was to stand in front of Annabeth. "If I take the handcuffs off, will you try to kill me?"

"No."

"Be honest."

"I wouldn't tell a lie."

"You just did."

"Maybe."

"This conversation is pointless," he sighed before proceeding to release her hands from the warm metal. She involuntarily released a breath as her shoulders were relieved from the pressure before pulling them out to inspect them. Indeed, they were red. Blistered in some places, even. She hadn't imagined the heat after all, she guessed.

The back doors of the van swung open. Mack led her out by the arm, and her jaw threatened to hit the floor. They had driven into the cargo hold of some sort of military grade plane. In front of her was a dark garage, and a car hid under a tarp to her right. A silver bumper peaked out from under the tarp, along with a little firetruck red.

"That's Lola," a voice said from the shadows. Annabeth hadn't even realized she'd been staring at the car until a man who looked around forty walked out from the garage she'd been looking at earlier. Annabeth narrowed her eyes as the average, seemingly hard worn man approached her. He surveyed her from head to toe before nodding at Mack behind her. Cautiosuly, he released the grip he was holding on her arm and walked back to the van.

"Do you know who I am?" the man finally spoke. Annabeth clenched her jaw and shook her head. How the heck would she know him? They really thought they were terrorists, didn't they?

"I'm Director Coulson, of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division. "

Well okay then.

Annabeth stared at him blankly. "Is that supposed to mean something to me?" From behind, she heard someone break up into laughter. A hand clapped her shoulder. "You're bloody hilarious! Is your buddy like this too?" Hunter gasped for air.

A wave of guilt washed over Annabeth. She had almost forgotten; the smirk faded off her face. "You can't take him on an airplane."

The Director looked taken aback. "Excuse me?" he asked with a raised brow, as if he couldn't believe that she'd contradicted him.

Annabeth struggled for a decent reason. "He's terrified of flying."

"Well, I'm terrified of May and I'm still living, so I'm sure he'll be fine. " He paused and focused at something behind her. "Mack, get him to the pod?"

Annabeth scowled as she watched the agent carry her boyfriend out of the room, still lifeless. Anxiety coursed through her veins as Mack, along with a defenseless Percy, slowly disappeared into the darkness.

"What'd you shoot him with? Who are you? Where are we?" she demanded suddenly, her fury returning at once. She had somehow maintained a steady voice as she spoke.

Coulson scanned the girl once more, doubt creeping into his mind. He had proof that this girl had accompanied the boy along with his endeavors... but how could they be this involved with these terroristic plots without any knowledge of the government, or, at least, knowledge of I.C.E.R.S. and similar technology? Sure, it was classified SH.I.E.L.D. intelligence, but Hydra and CyberTech had already begun processing their own models.

Of course, there was always the chance she was lying. He'd have to put them under the detector eventually.

"We're S.H.I.E.L.D. We protect those who can't protect themselves." He stated with little enthusiasm as a guilty itch began at the base of his neck.

Of course, the itch could have been his tie too. He had no reason to feel guilty. Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase had been seen at multiple accounts of bombings of major landmarks, plus a few elaborate news stories. And the sword/pole/weapon May and Daisy had informed them about during their first meeting with the subject? That didn't sound suspicious at all

Note the sarcasm.

Coulson took care to stay expressionless. He watched as the blonde swallowed hard, obviously holding back a bitter comment. "Mr. Jackson was shot with den- din...- Fitz, what-"

"Dendrotoxin," he mumbled before he had a chance to fully word his question. Coulson gave him a once over; his arms were crossed over his chest, and he seemed very morally conflicted about the situation. Coulson sighed before returning to the girl in front of him. Her face showed that she was no longer interested in conversing with them.

Seeing that everyone had dispersed but Daisy and Bobbi, Coulson ushered the girl to get moving. "We're not terrorists," the girl suddenly snapped. Her tone wasn't angry or frustrated: it was pleading.

"We'll talk about it soon enough, but for now, follow me," Coulson instructed. He began heading towards the garage before he realized that Chase refused to move. He shot Agent Morse a look, and soon enough he was being followed. Chase wasn't happy about it, but she was smart enough not to challenge the 5' 11" highly trained agent behind her.

Agent Morse could be very encouraging.

Annabeth silently surveyed the obviously high tech bus as Bobbi pushed her along in a game of follow the leader. They passed through the garage she had seen earlier, which was filled with tools and knick knacks, some of which looked unfamiliar. A long hallway lead this past a room of monitors and finally to an enclosed box that sat unnaturally in the middle of the space. Her eyes burned. Everything in the room was white: the walls, the floor, the bed, the couch, the sink... these people really wanted to get their dystopian government theme across. She was halfway expecting a woman wearing a white dress and a short, sleek bob to walk stiffly out with a clipboard, conniving smile and all.

It was a prison, basically. And she had just been locked in.

The Daisy girl followed her in, along with her ever so kind escort. A heavy hydraulic doors lid shut, leaving them to slowly suffocate in the brightness of the cage. Daisy led herself over to the - suprise! - white table and swung into the - suprise! white - chair. She had removed the beanie and glasses, and the flannel was now tied around her waist.

"Sit," she insisted with a wave of her hand. Annabeth considered standing her ground before she realized she needed as much information out of them that they wanted from her.

She sat.

Daisy glanced back at Agent Morse before beginning. She slowly looked up into the girl's unnerving grey eyes, which swirled thoughtfully. She wondered what she was thinking about. Her next mission? The consequences of being compromised? A plan to escape? Her boyfriend, who she was convinced was dying from some sort of poison despite their numerous attempts to prove it otherwise? Whatever the case, this young woman certainly knew how to stare down the enemy.

Enemy being, them.

"Agent MacKenzie already confirmed the following, correct me if I'm wrong You're Annabeth Chase, 17 years old. You reside in Manhattan, New York and attend Payton High School as a senior-"

"When school starts in the fall, yes."

Daisy narrowed her eyes. She shut the file as another question jumped into her mind. "So where do you go now?"

Annabeth looked confused. "...I don't go to school in the summer...?"

"Then why do you disappear every summer, all year in some cases?"

Annabeth sighed heavily l. Which excuse would work best for this situation? Better yet,  what excuse would Percy make when they inevitably interrogated him? It wasn't like she could tell them how there was a difference between literally disappearing and going off grid. They probably wouldn't fare too well with the existence of her Yankees cap, not to mention a camp full of the kids of Greek gods.

Although, the woman in front of her wasn't mortal... was she a demigod, or goddess in disguise?

Annabeth decided to be safe. "I don't disappear. I work for the Delphi Strawberries place on Long Island. My uncle owns it, so I lived with him before high school started."

"Do you have proof of that?"

"You can call him." Annabeth shrugged, desperately hoping she would take the bait. If they called Chiron asking about her, he'd definitely know something was up. That'd surely speed up her plan, at least.

Her bubble of faith exploded when she heard the tall red head chuckle behind her. "That's funny. It's smart though, I'll give you credit for that. But, uh..." she leaned foward, "you realize we're government agents?"

Annabrth shrugged, hiding her fury that her plan didn't work. She didn't appreciate others thinking they were better than her, or better than her plans at least.

"Do you have any proof?" Daisy asked again.

"You could ask Percy, he'll back it up." Annabeth resisted the urge to wince as she said the words. She knew Percy was smart, but the chance that he would match her story exactly was slim. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Daisy narrowed her eyes before opening her mouth to speak again. "Speaking of Percy...  I have a few questions for you about him. Why-" A voice in her ear cut her off.

"What?" She excalimed, throwing her hand up to push the com into her ear. It took her just a second to realize what was being said. She dropped her hand back to the desk before pushing away. Annabeth shot Daisy a puzzled look as she stood; Annabeth turned to watch her walk towards the door, which Bobbi was holding open. She shook her head slightly.

"Speak of the devil," she smirked before closing the door behind her, leaving Annabeth alone in the stark white room.

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P.s. Which pair would cause the most trouble:

Tony Stark and Leo
Annabeth and Natasha
Tony and Percy
☆ Clint and Percy
Leo and Johnny Storm

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