Percy Jackson: The Demigod Avenger

Chapter 3

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Tony came to with a pounding headache.

With an agonized groan, he sat up and pulled off the dented helmet, finding himself on a beach.

When he saw the rest of his team unconscious, the events of their fight with Percy Jackson came rushing back to him.

Tony frowned. How had that guy managed to take them all down so easily? They'd clearly underestimated the kid.

He struggled to pull himself to his feet, stumbling over to Cap, who was lying closet to him. "Hey, wake up buddy."

After giving him a shake on the shoulder, Steve's closed eyes started to flicker open. "Ow."

"That kid whipped us."

Tony helped the super soldier into a sitting position. Steve blinked, looking around him. "He's gone?"

"Long gone," Tony confirmed.

Steve stood shakily. "Next time, we should come up with a plan."

Tony nodded. "Good idea."

They walked further up the beach to help Clint and Natasha, but Bruce was god knows where after his encounter with Percy's water cannon.

Natasha and Clint were starting to get up, Clint rubbing his temple. "I can't believe he knocked me out with my own arrow."

"I can't believe he threatened Nick Fury," Natasha grumbled in response, pushing herself off the sand.

Tony's eyes widened. "What?"

"He said to leave him alone, or we'll see the full extent of his abilities."

"He was holding back?" Clint said incredulously.

They started to walk back up to where their vehicles were still waiting. Jamming the dented helmet back into its place so he could power up the suit, Tony rocketed into the air and flew in the direction that the Hulk had gone.

After fighting with the five adults, Percy sighed and walked into the sea.

He was fuming. Who did this Fury guy think he was, ordering Percy to surrender, treating him like he was this great big threat to the world. Surely, guys like him would have better things to do than pick on teenage boys.

Percy had saved the world, and they thought he was some sort of terrorist?

The water around him started to swirl, and he took a deep breath to steady his anger.

"Hey Dad," Percy said. "I need to talk to you."

His voice carried on the ocean currents, and moments later Poseidon materialized in the water.

"Percy, we heard from Chiron what happened. Are you and your mother alright?"

Percy nodded. "Yes, we're fine. What do I do? They can't find out about the gods, what if they find the camp?"

Poseidon frowned. "You're right, I know all about the Norse god on their little team, if you two were to clash, Athena thinks it could be disastrous."

"Norse god?"

"Thor," Poseidon clarified. "You two would be just like me and Zeus, according to Owl Face."

Percy let out a huff. There were more gods? "Great, so what do I do? I can't go to camp, the god would be able to get in, and we don't want them to find it anyway?"

Poseidon stroked his chin. "I'm not sure if Amphitrite would appreciate you staying at the palace, but you could probably stay with me for a little while."

Percy cringed. His father's wife wasn't particularly fond of Percy, him being the result of Poseidon's affair and all.

Without another word, the god of the sea put his hand on his son's shoulder. Percy felt the familiar tug in his gut, and the next thing he knew he was standing on the threshold of Poseidon's underwater palace.

When the Avengers, Bruce included, returned to Stark Towers, Tony immediately took his destroyed helmet and went to repair it.

Clint took an Aspirin to ease his headache, and Natasha, Steve and Bruce slumped down on the couches.

"To be honest, I'm kind of embarrassed." Natasha said, brushing her fiery red hair out of her face.

Steve had a concentrated expression on his face. "Is he a god, like Thor?"

"I don't think so," Bruce shook his head. "He has a birth certificate and everything, including his criminal history."

"Maybe he's a mutant," Clint suggested as he came in and sat down with Natasha. "I mean, it would explain the ocean powers."

"Yes, but it doesn't explain why no one could see that photo properly." Steve pointed out.

Natasha waved a hand, "Whatever, when we catch him, he can tell us what he is. For now, we need to track him down and come up with a plan of attack."

"Should we call S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"They're weapons will be useless." Bruce said.

"I could just shoot him with a sedative." Clint took an arrow out his quiver. "He'd be out in seconds."

Steve shook his head. "That won't work either, the kid has iron skin or something. All of Natasha's bullets just bounced off him."

"He might've been wearing armour, Steve." Natasha raised an eyebrow.

"He wasn't, trust me."

Bruce tapped his chin. This kid was a real predicament, but everyone has a weakness. They just had to find out what Percy's was.

"Whatever he do, we can't hurt him."

"Why not?" Tony interrupted suddenly, coming back from fixing his helmet. "I mean, he hurt us...and my suit."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Stark, he's just a kid."

Bruce frowned, noticing something on Cap's suit. He approached the super soldier, and plucked the raven black hair of Steve's shoulder.

"Oh my god," Tony breathed, taking the evidence and rushing to his lab. Bruce quickly followed, and the two prepared a DNA analysis.

If the kid was a mutant, like Clint had said, it would show up on the test.

Percy IMed Annabeth as soon as he could.

Entering the palace with Poseidon hadn't pleased Amphitrite, but she had been considerably less hard on them when she learned of her step-son's problem. She obviously didn't want the mortals to find out about the gods either.

Once he was alone, he found a suitable place and flicked a drachma into the water, muttering the words to Iris.

"Show me Annabeth Chase, at Camp Half Blood." He said, and the watery image of Annabeth appeared in front of him.

"Seaweed Brain," His girlfriend smiled. "Are you ok?"

Percy let himself grin in response. "I'm fine Wise Girl. Is everything alright at camp?"

The daughter of Athena pursed her lip. "Well, some of the younger campers were a bit freaked out, they seem to forget that mortals can't pass through, but I heard about that Norse god."

"Yeah, he could be a problem." Percy agreed. "Dad said he can't find out about the camp."

Annabeth looked hesitant about something, and Percy glanced suspiciously at her. "Annabeth, what is it?"

"Nothing," She replied quickly, biting her lip. "Look Perce, they don't have any way to track you do they?"

Percy shrugged. "Well, I don't see how they could track me to the bottom of the ocean."

He mumbled an apology at the unimpressed look on his girlfriend's face. This was serious, and he was still being a Seaweed Brain.

"Ok, just try not to get caught."

"Trust me, I won't," He flashed a smile, and Annabeth smirked at him before swiping her hand through the image and breaking the connection.

When Stark's test result came back, to say he was shocked was an understatement.

"What?" He sputtered. "I...I don't understand."

Bruce frowned and pushed Tony aside so he could see. "How is that possible?"

Percy Jackson was somehow missing half his genes. In a normal human, you got genes from your mother and your father, but Percy only had the single set, and the rest was just blank. A/N: I know that this is probably impossible, but if anyone remembers from the books, the gods don't have DNA, so yeah, whatever.

"Well, what DNA he does have is from Sally," Bruce clarified. "But I've never seen anything like this before."

Tony growled in frustration. "Uh! This didn't even tell us anything! He need a blood sample or something."

"Which is going to be hard to get when this boy has supposedly iron-skin." Bruce pointed out.

Tony was really started to get annoyed with this kid, how hard did he want to make it for them?

Tony grumbled about unnatural teenagers and DNA as he made his way back to the lounge to tell the rest of the team what had happened. As expected, they were disbelieving, probably thinking that Tony was making an extremely lame joke.

"What now then?" Natasha asked. "We don't know what he is, or how to beat him."

Bruce had followed Tony into the room. "Thor would be a great help, but he's still on Asgard."

"Percy's sure to have a weak-spot," Steve said. "Every suit of armor has a kink."

"Yeah, we just have to find where it is." Tony scoffed.

Clint leaned back into his chair. "First, we need to find him again, then come up with an attack plan."

Natasha and Bruce nodded in agreement. They could find where Percy was first, then get Thor to come back and help them.

Tony wondered if even Thor would be able to make a difference. He would at least expect that Percy would be intimidated by the team, but the teenager hadn't seemed fazed at all.

At that moment, JARVIS spoke over the PA system, scaring the life out of Tony. "Sir, director Fury is here to speak with you."

Tony heart sank, and he shared a glance with his team-mates. Fury wasn't going to be happy with them. "Um...let him in JARVIS."

"I thought you guys could handle him," Fury said as he entered the room, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We were unprepared sir," Natasha explained. "He was stronger than we thought."

Fury scowled. "Next time, I want you to take a squad. Where is he now?"

"We don't know yet, sir."

"Well, find him."

Percy had been staying at his father's palace for almost a week before Amphitrite got sick of him.

He had talked with Athena and Zeus via Iris Message, and they both agreed with Poseidon; the mortals must not find out about the gods. That the three gods would ever agree on something proved how much they valued their privacy from the mortal world.

When Percy made his way back to dry land after his step-mom kicked him out, he made sure to stay near the water. Riptide wouldn't harm the mortals, so the water was really his only defense against them beside the curse of Achilles.

Though he tried not to get cocky about his victory over the team S.H.I.E.L.D. had sent to bring him in, he couldn't believe they had been taken down so easily. If they were S.H.I.E.L.D.'s big guns, most demigods would be able to escape if they were discovered and hunted down like he was.

But they didn't have iron skin like he did. Without the Mark, Percy would've been shot by the red-haired agent.

Percy walked up the beach, wondering how they had found him the first time. They couldn't use technology to track him, their attempt with the camera had proven that. Did they have some kind of demigod-seeking weapon?

Shaking his head at his own stupidity, Percy lay down on the sand. He wasn't letting his guard down, even if he was, they still wouldn't be able to get the jump on him, he was just resting for a second.

What if they never give up? He thought. Or even worse, what if they do catch me?

If Percy was caught, he had no doubt that S.H.I.E.L.D. would want to 'question' him. He just hoped they weren't prepared to torture a teenager.

And that Norse god, Thor, he could be trouble. He himself got a sort of feeling when immortal beings were around, what if Thor got the same thing. It would be no problem for the god to find him.

Percy wasn't afraid of fighting the god, he'd bested the god of war when he was only twelve, but he didn't need the added opponent, especially not one of a level playing field, one who knew what kind of thing he was dealing with.

They had been going easy on him, underestimating his ability to fight back, and they wouldn't be so quickly defeated next time.

Whenever that was.

Hey, sorry for the wait and the crappy ending, I needed 300 extra words

So, just to clarify, Percy can't hide in camp because they can't let the mortals find the camp, and Thor can still get in, yeah.

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Oh, and I know Fury is way too paranoid about Percy, but we wouldn't have a story if Fury didn't really care.

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