I May Be Blind, But I Can Still See Your Bullshit

Percy Jackson Gets a Visitor

Director Nicholas Joseph Fury and Captain Steven Grant Rogers were dressed in civilian clothing when they arrived at a nice looking apartment in New York City. When they rung the doorbell a sweet looking woman opened the door. She looked young and old at the same time. Her hair was gray in some areas yet she barely had any wrinkles. Expect for the faint lines around her eyes and mouth that indicated that she smiled a lot. She looked at the two men with a smile but it came across as wary. 

"Hello ma'am. We are here to speak with a Percy Jackson." The woman once again looked at Nick Fury as he spoke before she turned inside the apartment and shouted for someone.

"Percy, a man is here to see you." From inside a faint voice answered back.

"Did they call me Percy or Perseus?"

"Percy." The woman replied. After a few second, a young man appeared in the doorway moving in front of the woman. He was tall and has a bush of messy dark hair on his head. All dark expect for a long strand of gray that almost matched the gray that the woman had. His skin was sun-kissed and had tiny scars scattering his arms that could be seen because of his t-shirt. 

"If you're a god or a monster, I'm retired. If you're the police, I didn't do it. If you're from camp, you better be bleeding or dying." His voice was rough as if he spent a few hours screaming just before talking. "If you're non of the above, how can I help you?" He gave a smile that looked as if it can get him out of trouble. 

"My name is Nick Fury and with me is Steve Rogers. We would like to speak with you. May be come inside?" Before the woman could let them enter, Percy snapped his fingers getting the attention of everyone present. 

"You're the dude with the eye patch!" Fury forced a smile and nodded.

"Yes."

"Cool." Percy said and his fake smile dropped. "I'm retired." He went to close the door when Steve stopped it. 

"Wait, you didn't even hear what we wanted to say." But because Percy was raised by a respectable mother, he opened the door wider and gestures for the men to come inside. 

"My name is Sally." The woman, Percy's mother, said. "Would you like something to drink?" Fury moved right past her following her son.

"No thank you."

"No ma'am." Steve added with kindness and respect in his voice. While Percy guided them to the couch in the living room, Steve noticed the bottoms and corners of the furniture were covered with some sort of padding. As both Fury and Steve sat side by side on one couch, Percy sat across from them in another couch, looking straight forward but not at either of them. Sally went into a side room, the kitchen, where she was previously before she was interrupted. 

"Now," Percy began, "Let's get down to business. My answer is no. Like I said, Mr. Fury, I'm retired." Steve noticed the lack of correction Fury gave his title. 

"How did you know we were going to ask you something?" Steve asked.

"Nick Fury tired to recruit me for the Avengers when I was like 10. After I blew up another school." Percy replied casually. As if being asked to join Earth's mightiest heroes at such a young age was normal. Seemingly as normal as blowing up a school. Sally could be heard fumbling in the kitchen before she appeared in the doorway looking frazzled.

"What?" She said, "recruit you for what?" She slowly made her way into the living room, as if a gust of wind would knock her over.

"The Avengers." Percy once again added with causality. 

"Why did you never tell me this? And what are the Avengers?" Fury gave a confused sigh.

"You live in New York City and have never heard of the Avengers?" But it seems like Percy and Sally didn't hear because Percy turned to his mother with a warmth he hasn't shown his guests.