Percy Jackson And The Agents of S.h.i.e.l.d.

Chapter 2

Skye's POV
"Percy Jackson, male, age 17. His mother name is Sally Jackson, no real father. One of his fathers disappeared and the other one is with them right now, name, Paul bowlfish, I think." Coulson dropped his file on the desktop, "He caught our attention when he blew up a school bus. He also pulled a lever and drop his class in a shark tank."

"Shark tank?" I said trying to confirm I heard him right.

He nodded, "Then he fired a cannon in a museum and blew up a school."

I nodded, "And you think he's a terrorist?"

He nodded, "Find him. We have reasons to believe he has something to do with the traces of a long alien staff in a park in Manhattan. We have to find it before anyone else does."

I leaned against the blood red wall, "I'll do what I can?"

He nodded, "Let me know when you got him." He turned to leave.

"Um, Coulson?" I asked him.

He turned back, "Uh?"

"Who's going to be my S.O.? It turns out my other one is HYDRA." I said.

"I'll see if May's interested." He tapped my lab top, "You better get to work."

I nodded, "Okay."

The thought of May being my S.O. sent shivers down my back. She seemed to serious for me. Deep down I knew I would get used to it. Coulson left the room and I sprawled out on my bunk with my computer in front of me.

With a quick click I was on google I searched his name nothing came up. I went on Instagram and searched him. Nothing came up. I searched his mom's name, Sally Jackson, she had a small Instagram. I traced it back to her apartment. According to this she lives in Manhattan.

I printed this info and ran to Coulson's office. He looked up in surprise. He hand were folded neatly. His hair was ruffled up a bit.

"You find anything?"

I nodded, "The kid, Percy, he doesn't own a phone but his mother, Sally, does. I traced it to her home and I found this." I handed him the paper, "An apartment in Manhattan."

He nodded, "Good work Skye."

I put my hands behind my back, "Thank you sir."

He waved the thanks way. I'll tell May. You rally everyone onto the bus."

He stood up to leave, "Coulson?"

"Uh?"

"He's only a kid." I warned.

"That's why we are going to talk to him."

He nodded and left the room. I followed shortly behind him. Trip was sitting on the x-box. By the looks of it he was playing Call of Duty.

"Hey Coulson wants us on the bus in 15." I said.

His character died and he turned off the tv, "Okay."

"Where's Fit-Simmons?"

"The lab." He answered.

I nodded and walked down the hallway and turned into the lab. I opened the door and peeked in.

"Fits I'm only trying to help." Simmons was saying.

"Well stop trying. You're only making things worse." He said.

"Hey guy get on the bus in 15." I said, interrupting their argument.

Simmons nodded, "Thank you Skye."

I nodded, "Yep."

I exited the room and let out a sigh. Things are different now with Fit-Simmons. They're always arguing. The tension between them has grown thicker.

I closed my eyes and shook my head trying to get that out of my mind. I turned towards my bunk to go get packed.