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

Chapter 12

May's POV
I ran down the street and pulled out the gun Coulson gave me. We past the window of the cafe and Percy was taking a long sip of his slushy. I aimed my gun at Hunter. His hands went to his belt and he yanked out a gun. He started firing shots at me. I didn't have time to duck. It caught me in the shoulder.

I hissed and stumbled, he kept running. I landed behind a car incase he shot some more. I leaned around the hood and fired some of my own bullets at him. Fortunately, it caught him in the back and he sagged to the ground.

Percy finally came out of the cafe. He glanced at me. He smiled and I pushed myself off the ground. I glared at him. He saw Hunter sprawled out on the ground.

"Is that how I looked?" He asked.

I clutch my shoulder and pointed at him, "Ya. Pick him up and carry him to the bus."

He walked over and grabbed his feet and pulled him quite easily to the plane. I started after him and we finally entered the bus and Skye ran up to me. She removed my hand from the wound.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

In fact in burn and itched, I could've screamed if I want to. I thought about sarcastically say no but I had a reputation to keep.

"Where's Coulson?" I asked ignoring her question.

"In his office." She said backing up.

I clutched my shoulder again and dragged myself up the stairs to his office. He was staring off into into space. I knocked and he shook his head and looked up. He frowned at me.

"Had a gun, huh?" He asked.

Again I thought about sarcastically saying no but discarded the idea. He stood up and walked over to me. He removed my hand from the wound.

"He's in the interrogation room." I said.

He nodded and guided me over to his desk. He made me sit on it and he pulled out the tools for taking the bullet out. He grabbed a towel and wet it. He dabbed my wound sending pain through my body. I bit my lip and turned away from Coulson so he didn't see my expression.

"What did Percy do?" He asked.

"He took a long sip from his slushy and dragged him here." I explained.

He nodded, "It's different now that Trip and Simmons are gone."

He pulled out the bullet with a tight tug. I let myself hiss a bit. After he dabbed it with alcohol he wrapped it in the bandage. I looked at him appreciatively. He sat back down in his desk. He had the look of stress that I knew all to well.

"What?" I sighed and stood up.

He shrugged, "Nothing, it's just. . . never mind."

"What?!" I demanded.

"It's just that Skye was injected with the GH3-25 formula and she hasn't drawn anything close to mine." He said sadly.

I nodded. Ever sense Coulson and figured out about the T.A.H.T.I. project that brought him back to life he's been different. He explained to me that that night started sketching a design of some sort. We don't know what it is but it could benefit for the worse.

"We have cameras watching her, I'm watching her."

He nodded making up his mind, "I miss Trip and Simmons." He said frowning.

I nodded, "Ya."

He frowned, "Have you been drilling Skye?"

"Nah, with the whole Simmons and Trip disappearing things have been a little shaky."

He nodded, "Well I'd like you to give her a short lesson today to get her mind off things."

I nodded, "Will do, sir."

He glared at me, "Cut that whole sir thing out."

I nodded, "Okay."

He smiled and stood up, "I suppose our Hunter friend will like some explanations."

I shrugged, "That's up to you, Phil."