154A/N Hey guys! Welcome to chapter one of Percy Jackson: Mission Marvel. I've never done a Marvel fanfic before, so bear with me. Anyway, enjoy! Please review!
S.H.I.E.L.D. EYES ONLY
CLEARENCE LEVEL ALPHA
The following was taken from eyewitness accounts who wished to remain unnamed. If you read this without permission from Nicholas J. Fury and/or Natasha Romanoff, you are sentenced to S.H.I.E.L.D secure facilities and/or mind wiped.
Proceed at your own risk.
Agent Phillip Coulson
Somewhere over the Hudson Bay
Agent Phil Coulson was flying over the Hudson Bay in a S.H.I.E.L.D. issued helicopter to get back to base when he saw something unusual.
Of course, that wasn't exactly a surprise. Ever since Loki attacked back in May, unusual things were happening all the time. 99.9% percent of the time, they were ordinary people pretending to have gifts, hoping to be able to join the Avengers. S.H.I.E.L.D. had gotten so many false alarms that a lot of agents were just ignoring their superiors commands to check something out, because it was so freaking obvious that it was just a groupie doing a magic trick in front of Avengers Tower.
But there was always that point one percent.
Anyway, something was different about this kid. And it was, in fact, a kid. Coulson glanced out the bulletproof windows of the helicopter and could tell that for sure. At least, he couldn't be older than a teenager.
He was swimming in the Hudson Bay.
That, alone, should have raised some alarms. There were so many toxins in that thing; it was Coulson's duty just to pull the poor kid out. Either he was really stupid, or really depressed, or both. The strange thing was though, the silt seemed to be parting around the kid, like he was purposefully moving it.
Another thing was he didn't seem to need to put his head above water to breath, and Coulson didn't see a snorkel. Also he was swimming weirdly fast. There was something fishy going on (no pun intended).
"Dawson!" He yelled to the pilot. "Hover over that kid down there."
Dawson glanced back, doubtful. He couldn't see the kid from the helicopter, but he'd just have to trust Coulson, since he knew better than to disobey a direct order from a level ten supervisor.
He hovered over the bay, making small waves from the force of the helicopter's blades.
The kid looked up, probably hearing the helicopter, and Coulson got a good look at the kid for the first time.
He had windswept black hair, like he'd just come back from a day at the beach. He had sea green eyes, and couldn't have been older than eighteen.
His eyes widened when he saw the helicopter and the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on it. He muttered something and, nearest Coulson could lip-read, was "—is going to kill me."
A wave of silt and garbage roared up, and when the waters calmed, the mysterious teenager was gone. Coulson looked back at Dawson.
"Did you get—"
"A picture? Yeah. Putting it into our databases now."
A moment later, results came up.
"All right, I got three matches." Dawson informed him.
"And?"
"One: some British kid in the UK, currently living Surrey."
"Unlikely. Next?"
"Um, a kid in Nebraska."
"Probably not. Next?"
"Kid living in Manhattan, named Perseus Jackson."
Coulson paused. That name sent chills up his back, and his intuition was never wrong. "Elaborate on that last one."
"That would take all day, sir, and you're late for your meeting with Director Fury. I'll send the file to your phone."
Coulson hesitated, then gave in. "Fine. But you're not to speak about this to anyone, alright? This is classified."
"Yes sir."
He spent the rest of the fly back to base wondering what was so special about this kid.
When they arrived, sure enough, he got mail. He clicked on the file.
Perseus Jackson
Age: Eighteen
Nationality: American Citizen
Medical Disabilities: Diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia
Family:
Mother: Sally Jackson Blofis
Profession: Author (see file for more details)
Father: Unknown, presumed dead (see page two)
Stepfather: Gabriel Ugliano, missing, presumed dead (see page two)
Stepfather: Paul Blofis
Profession: Teacher
Siblings: None, though mother is pregnant
Appearance:
Height: 6'2
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Black
School: Currently enrolled in Goode High School
Notes: Was discovered with a dead snake in his hands at preschool age, was expelled from seven schools in seven years. In fourth grade plunged his class into an enclosure in the aquarium. In fifth grade launched a cannon at his class. Disappeared for nine months two years ago, but was seen in various spots in Europe, despite not having a passport.
WARNING: POSSIBLE INHUMAN AND/OR TERRORIST
Coulson frowned. This file was much too short for a possible terrorist, and it had too many holes. He'd definitely have to show this to the director. Normally he wouldn't bother Fury with a little thing like this, but some part of Coulson knew that this was the start of something. Something big.
"Huh." Director Fury scowled after he read the file. Not that this was necessarily new. The director scowled a lot. "And what brought your attention to this… unusual young man?"
"He was swimming in the Hudson Bay, sir. Without a snorkel and goggles, and did not seem to need to breathe."
"I see." Fury re-read the file. "Reminds me of Stark's new intern."
"Um, okay. Does he usually swim in highly polluted rivers?"
Fury gave him a dry smile. "Her name's Annabeth Chase, Coulson. She has ADHD and dyslexia, and was kicked out of multiple schools. She also ran away when she was seven and disappeared for three months. Not quite as much as Perseus, but still."
"Your point, sir?"
"My point is that there's something unusual about this kid. Something… off."
"What tipped you off? The snakes or the water cannons?"
Fury rolled his eyes and continued. "I want twenty-four/seven eyes on this kid. But this is level nine information, got it?"
"Yes, sir. Should I get Romanoff on this?"
Fury considered. "Why not? She's got nothing better to do. But you can't tell her yourself."
"Why not?" Then Coulson remembered. Technically, he was dead. "Oh, yeah. Sir, why did you schedule this meeting in the first place?"
Fury shrugged. "I want you to get back on the field."
"Sir?"
"Specifically, I want you to assemble a team."
"A team? You know, the last time we assembled a team, I died." Fury gave him a death glare and tossed a couple of files at him. Coulson picked them up.
"You've got a wild imagination, sir."
"Thank you, I get told that a lot." Coulson grinned and left. Fury waited until he was gone, then picked up his phone.
"Hill? Call the Avengers."
Percy Jackson
Thirty minutes later
Camp Half-Blood, Long Island
Percy groaned as he emerged from Long Island Sound at Camp Half-Blood.
One swim. One swim. Was that too much to ask? Just one swim where nothing horrible happened. But no, especially not since the Giant War, aka The-Day-When-Percy's-Nose-Bleed-Made-the-World-End.
At least they'd had peace since the War, but Percy had a feeling that peace was about to end.
He shook that thought off. Weird things happened to him all the time. This couldn't change anything, could it? He decided to consult Annabeth. She always knew what to do.
He knocked on the Athena cabin door, and it instantly flew open. Annabeth stood there, blond hair flying. "Percy!" She shrieked. "Did you hear?"
Percy swallowed. "Yeah… but, you know, just in case I didn't, maybe you should tell me again."
Annabeth rolled her eyes. "I got an internship at Stark Industries, Seaweed Brain!"
Percy was still confused. "Um, what is that again?"
"It's this really cool technology firm, and they do architecture stuff as well. They put an ad out because they needed a new intern. I applied along with like, everyone in New York and I got the job!"
"Great. Yeah." Sure, Percy was happy for her, but he wanted her at Camp Half-Blood all the time. Annabeth grinned.
"Thanks! I'm so excited to be working with them, they have so many resources, and I have tons of ideas. Have you even seen Stark Tower? It literally runs itself! The curves alone…"
Percy felt himself zoning out and could tell a major architecture lecture was coming on. He decided he'd better intercede before she got on a roll.
"Annabeth."
"—and the structure—"
"Annabeth."
"—won't even get damaged if an earthquake—"
"Annabeth!"
She finally stopped. "What?" Percy sighed. Finally. "Listen, Annabeth, something happened today and—"
Annabeth's phone rang. "Sorry, Percy, but that's probably my dad calling. He'll be wondering if I got the job. I told him not to call me while I was at camp." She hurried off, leaving Percy feeling dejected.
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