Avenger's God: A Percy Jackson Story

Chapter 13: Daughter of Zeus V.S. Son of Odin

3rd Person P.O.V

Steve had never been on the receiving end of a full SHIELD attack. And he was surprised by how intimidating and massive it was.

The Helicarrier hovered over the camp like a giant storm cloud, the buzzing of engines and small fighter planes flying through the air. On the ground, from the Caldecott Tunnel, was a small force of SHIELD agents in black and armed with guns and blasters. These kids were all going to die!

The thought of kids dying brought Steve back to World War II, back to when he was fighting. All the kids who lied about their age to fight for their country, who had died in blood and fear and gore. It had been horrifying to witness, and Steve felt that after so many years, decades, children would have stopped fighting in wars.

It seemed that wasn't the case.

He turned his back on the Helicarrier and gazed around the room, spotting something in the same, formless pattern of the entire room.

There, one of the curtain edges was out of line. No one would have done that unless there was something behind the curtain. He moved forward and pushed the curtain back. There was a wooden door, with a gold plated handle and a lock.

"Natasha, can you get this. Bets are this has our weapons." Steve called over his shoulders, to the other Avengers still watching the tense minutes before battle.

Natasha turned away and came over, kneeling down in front of the lock to examine it.

"You can just kick it open." She stated, stepping back to give him room.

Steve shrugged and with a powerful thrust of his foot, the lock broke and the door swung inwards. His shield, Natasha's weapons, Stark's armor and Clint's arrows and bow were all lying in a heap on the floor, as if they were toys or something that wasn't dangerous in the slightest. He grabbed his shield and fitted it back on his arm, the comforting weight bringing some familiarity to the strange situation. But of course, he had been in stranger.

Tony grabbed his helmet and said "Alright, it will take me a minute to suit up, then we'll get out of here before things go from bad to ugly."

Steve felt guilt eating at his insides. It didn't seem right, to leave these kids to die after they had been doing the best they could in a situation that was just as strange to them as it was to the Avengers.

He put an arm on Stark's shoulder and said "We can't just leave them."

Tony gave him a funny look and asked incredulously "You want to save the people who just locked us up for two and a half hours?"

"You were overdue for a time out Stark." Natasha tossed over her shoulder.

Tony grumbled something about stuck up red heads.

"They're just kids. We can't just leave kids to die, that's not right."

Clint pulled his quiver over his shoulder and said "Rogers, they are the enemy. SHIELD will deal with them. As it is, Fury's going to have your asses on a silver platter for getting into this mess in the first place."
Steve steeled his nerves. He wouldn't leave kids, even these kids, to face a powerful, military force with only two hundred strong.

"You guys can go running to Fury, but I'm staying and helping out. Grace is out there, and he is a teammate, however much you guys may not like that. I'm doing the right thing."

He turned and was running towards the door, when Natasha's hand was on his shoulder.

She looked over at Stark and Clint, and Tony immediately started shaking his head.