Hey guys, sorry for the wait
Hope you enjoy this chapter xD
Percy had followed the shore until it branched off into a river. The banks were surrounded by trees, which would provide good cover and make any confrontations difficult for his opponents.
Now that his anger had cooled down, he wasn't entirely sure what he felt about the 'Avengers'. He hated S.H.I.E.L.D., that was certain, but the Avengers were just following orders,and some of them were clearly unhappy about the thought of attacking him.
It was starting to get dark, and Percy made himself a little tent out of some branches. He was used to camping out, he'd done heaps of this kind of thing at camp. Usually he wasn't being hunted by secret government agencies, but whatever.
He wasn't sure how they'd found him the first time, he just hoped that they couldn't use the same method again. He was still wearing the shirt that they'd bugged when they first met him, was it possible that there was a tracker on that tiny camera?
Percy had just settled in his little tent when he heard a deep, guttural growl. He rolled his eyes at the inconvenience and took Riptide out of his pocket. The sword may have been useless on S.H.I.E.L.D. but it certainly caused a lot of damage to monsters.
He stepped out of the hut and came face to face with the hideous hellhound that had tracked him down. He should have known that something would find him out here.
Percy uncapped Riptide, the bronze blade growing to its full length. The hellhound snarled at the sight of the dreaded sword as Percy twirled it in his fingers.
After a brief stand-off, the dog lunged for Percy. He deflected its claws with the flat of his blade, falling flat on his back and kicking the beast away with a tremendous effort. The hellhound flew a few feet before it simply melted into the shadows and came out back in front of him.
Percy ducked under the heavy paw swiping at his head, stabbing Riptide into the monster's chest. He watched it crumble to dust, reminding himself that it was not Mrs O'Leary.
He was capping Riptide when a flash of bright light caused him to whirl around. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Athena and Hephaestus standing before him.
Tony scratched his head in confusion.
There was absolutely no way to explain Jackson's missing DNA, and they had failed completely in trying to track him.
Bruce had tried to find his scent like they did last time, but they only got to a tiny, trashed hut and then the trail disappeared. It was like Percy had vanished from the face of the earth.
"Where could he have possibly have gone?" Tony muttered.
He was just lucky that Fury hadn't checked in yet.
Tony walked from his lab to the gym where his teammates were training. Predictably, Natasha and Steve were doing hand-to-hand combat, while Clint was on the shooting range.
"Where's Banner?" Tony asked as the doors closed behind him.
No one answered him.
"Dr Banner has left the tower, sir," JARVIS's robotic voice echoed over the PA system.
Tony shrugged, sitting down on one of the many benches. "Guys, I still can't find Jackson. We need to contact Thor."
Natasha and Steve stopped their spar and turned towards him. "Then contact him." Natasha answered.
Tony huffed. You guys are so helpful. He slumped against the wall behind him.
He was exhausted. Sure, he'd spent days on end working on his Iron Man suits, and even longer without a decent sleep after New York, but the search for this kid was just draining.
He couldn't think of anything that didn't have DNA. Even Asgardians had DNA, and they were gods. What on earth was Percy Jackson? Was he even from earth?
When we catch this kid, we'll find out, he told himself, and they would catch him.
They were the Avengers, a sixteen-year old boy shouldn't have been much of a challenge for them, even if he was some supernatural being that they'd probably never heard of.
The two gods took Percy to Hephaestus' workshop in Mt St Helens, and Percy tried to remember his last visit to the volcano.
He had rid the place of telekhines, but the feeling of them throwing lava at him held a bitter memory. And then he's caused the volcano to erupt and had been stranded on Ogygia for two weeks.
The forge was empty except for the three of them, and Athena turned to him.
"Percy, Hephaestus and I had an idea that would help you to protect your identity. Now, we know that Riptide is useless against these 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' agents, so here," She said as the other god retrieved something from his pile of creations.
The god of the forge presented Percy with a sword in a sheath. The sheath had patterns like swirling waves carved into the outside, made of durable material that strapped perfectly to his belt. The sword itself was absolutely amazing.
It was the same length and balance as Riptide, it didn't even feel like he was holding a different sword. It was made of half mortal steel and half celestial bronze, just like Luke's old sword Backbiter. The hilt was wrapped in soft leather, molding comfortably into his hands.
It was easy to tell that the sword had been forged by Hephaestus himself.
"Woah," Percy breathed in awe, trailing a finger distractedly over the flat of the blade.
Hephaestus looked quite pleased at the reaction, and nodded. "What do you want to call it?"
Percy thought of something that related to the sea, like Riptide. Something that wasn't to be messed with. Eye of the Storm?
Before the words had even left his mouth, the sword blazed and the words appeared engraved in Ancient Greek on the steel part of the blade. "Cool," He whispered with a smirk.
"I have something for you as well," Athena said, drawing Percy out of his awestruck stare. She presented him with a folded pile of cloth. "Now, you know that the mortals cannot discover our existence, and if you happen to be within sight of humans, I want you to wear this."
Percy unfolded the black cloth and held the cloak in front of him. It was a classic design, with a hood and knee-length hem. The fastening clip was engraved with his father's symbol, a trident.
"It will help to conceal your face from the humans, its enchanted so that their weapons won't destroy the fabric." Hephaestus explained. "Woven by Athena herself."
Percy looked up at his girlfriend's mother. "Thanks," He beamed.
"Percy, it is imperative that no one discovers what you are. You must convince these agents that you are one of a kind. They may know of the Asgardians, but with Olympus so close to civilization we cannot alert them to our existence, whether they can get in or not."
Percy nodded. "So this is in the event of my possible capture. What if they knock me unconscious and try to do some tests?"
"They're aware of your invincibility," Hephaestus replied. "We'll just have to hope that they don't find your Achilles Heel. And of course, DNA tests shouldn't tell them anything they don't already know. If they discover anything, we can send someone in to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D., they can erase any evidence."
"Be careful, Percy," Athena said. "For Annabeth's sake."
She met his eyes briefly, before Percy was teleported back to his campsite.
Percy looked down at the new equipment in his hands, before his strapped the sword to his belt. He kept Riptide in his pocket, as much for the familiar feeling as for backup.
He started towards the tent, when he froze. They'd been here.
He saw the scorch marks from Iron Man's landing, the giant green thing's massive footprints, bike tracks. It was a good thing Hephaestus and Athena had come to get him when they did.
"How in Hades are they tracking me?" He wondered aloud.
Percy considered moving on, but then he would create a new trail for them to follow, and they probably already thought that this was a dead-end. He was uneasy about going back to sleep without someone to keep watch, but the teleporting and the use of his powers from earlier had left him feeling utterly exhausted.
Quickly searching the area for any monitors the Avengers may have left, he curled up in the tent and fell into a light sleep.
"Friends!" Thor bellowed as he arrived at Stark Towers.
Tony and Bruce had managed to contact him, and the god of thunder had come as soon as could.
The Avengers greeted their team-mate, and gathered around the table with some food.
"What is the problem?"
Natasha stirred her coffee. "Fury asked us to investigate this kid, a possible hostile. We confronted him, and he pretty much kicked our ass. We have absolutely no idea what he is."
Thor raised an eyebrow. "A child beat you?"
"A teenager, but yeah." Tony interrupted.
"Do you know his name?"
"His name is Percy Jackson."
Thor's eyes widened and he put down his pop-tart. "Perseus Jackson?"
Steve nodded, confused.
The god suddenly stood up, causing his chair to make an awful screech as it skidded across the floor. "Where is Director Fury? I need to have a word with him."
The other Avengers exchanged a look. "Why, is Percy known to you?" Bruce inquired.
"He is known to my people. Percy Jackson is not a threat, he is a hero."
Hey guys, I'm SO sorry about the wait
I know this chapter is a bit short, but I was running low on ideas for this chapter, so thanks to Stetsonbennett for helping me out xD