PERSEUS MEANS DESTROYER

Hercules

I was meant to be a warrior, please

Send a Hercules

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Hazel raised an eyebrow when Natasha pulled out the notebook. Frank whispered something in her ear, and she frowned, asked him another question and then sat back.

Natasha narrowed her eyes.

"... you're Hazel Levesque, aren't you?"

She smiles wryly. "I'm not the one who promised to answer your questions."

Natasha couldn't help the tilt of her mouth at the retort, and Hazel leaned back with a self-satisfied look on her face at the smirk. "You're not."

She turned back to Perseus. "Who are your friends?"

Perseus grunted. "Frank on my left, Hazel on my right."

"Hazel Levesque," Natasha stressed. "From your file?"

"Yes."

"How is she alive?" Natasha demanded, and Hazel flinched back.

Perseus considered her for a moment, then turned to Hazel. "Haze?"

"Just the basics." She looked away for a second, and Frank's hand came around Perseus's back to rest on one of her shoulders.

Perseus turned back to Natasha, and smiled tightly. "Think of it as some kind of divine intervention."

Hazel raised her eyebrows and elbowed Perseus in the side. "He's half divine, I think that counts."

"Sure."

"What are you?" Natasha asked, pen scratching across the notebook—if Hazel and Frank are linked into the whole divinity thing, odds are the other five mentioned in Perseus' file are, too.

"Demigod," he said.

Her pen paused on the paper. She looked back up at him. "Repeat that for me?"

He leaned forward. "A demigod."

"Explain."

"Well, when a god and a mortal woman fall in love—" Hazel jammed her fingers into the soft space under Perseus' ribcage and he yelped. "Okay! I have a god for a father. Good enough?"

"How does that work?"

"Uh... I don't know." He smiled. "I think I'm all maternal DNA but I'm not exactly a clone or my mom, so... man, Annabeth would be so much better at this."

"Your father is a god."

Perseus leaned back with that smile still on his face. "Exactly! But not the kind of god you're thinking of. He's very much a real-life god. That's why I was able to hurt Loki, by the way—it's impressive what a few months surrounded by people convinced you're just extraterrestrial life will do to a being based on belief." the smile turned vaguely poisonous. "I probably can't change your mind in a few sentences, though.

Actually, I don't know if you've managed to affect the World Tree that much. Certainly whatever aspects you've got following you around, but I'm pretty sure I would've heard something if einherjar started killing gods. Whatever."

Perseus's father was a god. Sure. He attacked Loki because he was under the impression he wouldn't be able to actually hurt him in any meaningful way. Sure.

Suspension of disbelief. "And you didn't think this was relevant information?"

Hazel snorted quietly. Frank flushed and squeezed her shoulder, at the same time as Perseus elbowed her in the side. "I told you I wanted to keep to myself as much as possible. You basically handed me everything you knew about me on a silver platter—why would I say anything?"