Percy Jackson and the Avengers

Chapter 3: Bringing him

Steve POV

After Tony told me to knock the kid out, I hesitated for a moment. I couldn't just hurt a defenseless kid. It made it worse when the kid was looking around frantically with the bag on his head. How much I wanted to take it off and reassure him. I snapped out of it and banged the kid square on the side of his head with my shield. No way I would use my hands. Wouldn't be able to bear it. We stood in silence for a few moments while the boy crumpled down to the ground out of Tony's grip. Natasha touched her earpiece and murmured something. All I could take out was "retrieve subject" and we all groaned. She shrugged, getting out her syringe and lifting the boy's arm. "Woah woah woah! I think he's fine, Captain knocked him out cold!" Bruce insisted, pushing her hand away. "Are you questioning us? You are the doc after all Banner." Clint pushed him away, letting Natasha inject the serum into him.

Bruce POV

I could barely watch. They treated him like a monster, doing all that. It was too much for a teen. He'd probably be screaming and crying if he were awake, afraid for his life. Steve shared the same look as he locked eyes with me, and Thor squealed as he suddenly appeared, shaking the boy's shoulders. "He's here! It's actually him!" Thor ranted, and Tony kicked his side. "Knock it off neat swing. We still have to bring him." Like his words were magic, dozens of agents spiraled down from a coarse rope down to the ground, jogging over. Their guns were aimed at the helpless teenager, and Steve made a low growl. I felt like hulking out. They seriously think he's a threat?! "You have done well," One of the agents said, gesturing to the agent with a cot. They gently laid him in, carrying him back to the Hellicarrier that was now on the ground. We followed carefully behind him.

Percy POV

I woke up with a throbbing pain in my head and foot. I went to hold my head in my hand but was restricted by something hard. I jerked my hands once more, making my skin slice a bit. I yelped, looking down to see metal shackled around my wrists, arms, thighs, legs, ankles, down and upper torso, and my... neck? Gosh, what the heck do they think I am? I can barely see the roller on the bottom to register that the bed was mobile. Then a guy in a black tunic that was dark-skinned with an (eyepatch?) sheathed knife in his hand that sent chills down my spine. Two agents followed in after him. "We have some questions for you."

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