Percy Jackson and the Avengers

Chapter 4: Interrogation

Okay so I know that i've been gone for a. . . long while but I have a life outside the internet. And this might be the last update before summer, so it'll be VERY HARD to make updates from June-August! Just saying it might go on full hiatu! But thanks to those who stick with and encourage me! The story. . .

PERCY POV

As i'm rolled down the hallway, all that is entertaining me is the ceiling, due to them strapping my neck down. Seriously? I'm not a freaking dog on a leash. The ADHD acts up, making me squirm until one of the agents grab my hair, lifting my head up, and slamming me back down. "I would advise not making sudden movements until we are there," Fury warned. "It'll dull out your punishment." Punishment? For what? Thoughts run through my head as they unstrap me from the bed, hauling me up. Everything is dizzy for moments.

The agents force my hands behind my back, making me struggle. The give a blow to my cheek as they lead me over to a chair with shackles on it. Surprise, surprise. Without registering, I shove the agents away and make a run for it, but they grab me back by the hair, slamming my torso on the table. And chained my hands so I was stuck in that position. Guess they don't want to use the chair. "Do anything out of line, they aren't afraid to discipline you. I'll be back." And after that Eyepatch left me with two agents with nightsticks. Yay.

STEVE POV

Tony, Clint, Bruce, Natasha and I were all sitting in the meeting room, arguing with each other about the boy. "We can't just let Fury do what he wants to the boy!" Bruce complained, but Tony snorted. "He's a threat, like it said on his files. We just did a favor to probably stop another goddamned war." I narrowed my eyes. "First, language. And second, he's a freaking kid. And i'm afraid they're going to do. . . stuff to get information out of him."

The others seemed to understand what I meant by that, which changed Clint's mind on the kid. "Cap's right. Now I feel bad for fucking shooting him."

"Don't talk like that in front of Steve," Natasha scolded, but amusement was in her eyes. "Romonoff." I warned, a glint of joy in my eyes. It's as if we forgot an innocent boy was in the Hellicarrier until Fury came barging in.

"I need you guys to come for the interrogation, please." He said carefully, and I saw Bruce's vein turn green through his white shirt, but it quickly faded. I swallowed. "Yes. Okay. . ." We all got up, and followed him down a series of hallways. Until it lead to a door. Fury gestured us in. When we entered, there was five seats and behind the glass was the kid. Strapped to a dang table. I gasped, and Bruce growled, along with Clint clenching his fists.

"Really Fury, has it come to this? To children?" Clint snarled, and the director shrugged, going into the room were Perseus was held. And we waited for the interrogation. But we were pissed off about it.

FURY POV

I sat down in a chair opposite of were Perseus was, which the agents were uncuffing him from the table, and putting him in the chair. The boy still resisted, punching one of the agents square in the jaw. I clenched mine in irritation, but they whacked him on the head, dazing him for moments to snap his wrists into the shackles. But Perseus still resisted. "What do you want? Why am I here? Why are you doing-" The agent clamped a hand over his mouth, and I leaned over the table. "I'll be the only one asking questions here, Perseus Jackson."

The boy scowled, but shut up after the agent released him. "What's your full name?"

"Perseus Achilles Jackson."

"Are you a terrorist?"

"Hell no." I grunted, and pressed a button. To electrocute the boy in the metal chair. He arched his back, crying out in pain. "Are you a terrorist?" I asked again once I let go of the button. "NO! I already freaking told-" I gave him the pain once more, and we continued that same cycle for hours until I gave up, deciding to use other ways to get him to talk. "Get the serum." I heard protests from the room and turned to see Steve and Clint shouting from the glass, but I ignored them, taking the serum from the agent who retrieved it, and stuffed it into the syringe. "This is something you brought upon yourself." I stuck it in, ignoring his shouts. He'll have fun. . . in his fears.

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