New York's Heroes (A Percy Jackson/Avengers Crossover)

When in Rome...

Hazel

Everything was going smoothly. Well, as smoothly as you can get with demigods and legacies recovering from a war that ended about a year ago.

Frank fit rather well into his role of praetor, and I had good thoughts about waking up every morning as a Fifth Cohort centurion.

But this morning I was woken up by Liam, a son of Ceres, who was doing the night-shift guard duty outside the tunnel.

"Hazel! Hazel!" He managed to puff out between heaves of air. "There's some...thing you've got....to see."

I climbed out of my bunk, attempting not to wake the legionnaire below me, with no luck. Grabbing my spatha, I followed Liam to the entrance to camp.

Outside the entrance was a dark van, almost blending in with the tunnel's shadow in the first light of dawn. Two men were poking around the tunnel, way too close to the entrance to Camp Jupiter. One was wearing a black trench coat, and had a slightly darker skin tone than myself. The other one was in an armored suit, with a shield glinting in his back.

I used my senses to test the unfamiliar metal of the shield.

The guy wearing the shield on his back was dragged over to the place where I was hiding.

Oops.

Trench coat guy say me, and immediately my instincts were telling me to run.

It seemed like Liam's instincts actually got through to his legs. He lunged for the door to camp, and disappeared, leaving me alone with curious and frustrated men.

"Schist."

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Rodgers

"The kid hasn't said a word, sir. She's as stubborn as a donkey." The agent's voice rang through Fury's watch.

"Well, then make her talk! Use whatever is possible to get her to talk! Torture her if you have to!" Fury replied sternly.

"How are Black Widow and Hawkeye doing?" I asked, nursing the lump on my forehead I had gotten from the girl's foot with an ice pack.

"According to Tony, they haven't answered back in the last couple hours, or made any calls for the big guy. Something's possibly happened to them."

"We may need Thor on this mission." I muttered. As if on cue, thunder roared outside, through the bright blue sky.

"Thank the gods of Asgard." Fury said, watching a certain blonde Norse god land on the Helecarrier.

The god mentioned barged into the control center where Fury and I were conversing about the Avengers' recent mission.

"Why do I feel a faint godly presence aboard this ship?" Thor demanded.

Fury's brows wrinkled. "We have no god aboard the Helecarrier."

Thor decided to check it out on his own. I had to follow him, Fury's orders.

"You Midgardians have her here? Locked up in a cell?" He blurted when he saw the 14 year old girl sitting with her eyes closed on the floor. She started when she heard Thor's voice.

"Oh, schist." She blurted, scrambling away from the god to the safety of the back wall of her cell.

"Thor, who is she?" I asked, suddenly curious.

"A friend of a powerful friend. Or foe to you, if word reaches him that she is locked up."

The girl's golden eyes widened. "You guys are going to be dead if he finds out."

"I'm surprised. You actually speak." I commented. She had a slight southern accent to her voice, and something else, something I couldn't quite place.

"I wish not to be on Pers--your friend's bad side. Are you willing to let us in your cell to talk with you?" Thor said, and he pressed a button on a nearby control panel, allowing him and me to walk into the girl's cell through a hidden door.

"Who are you, and what were you doing when we caught you?" I asked, getting down to business.

"My name is a color, and it is none of your business."

Thor squinted at her, scanning her for something I probably can't see. He then blurted out in some old language that I didn't understand.

The girl answered back in the same language.

I frowned. "Are your parents aware that you disappear every summer?"

She looked at me confusedly. "You aren't from this time, are you?"

I sputtered. "How'd you-what--who--?"

"What my friend Steve is wanting to know is how did you know that he is not from the 21st century?" Thor translated for me.

She scanned me with those intense gold eyes. They were starting to creep me out. "I just do." She replied with a shrug.

"What time am I from?" I asked, recovering myself.

"The 1940s, around World War II." The girl answered, her gaze still on me.

"And what is my name?"

She squinted. "I can't see your face well enough."

I stepped into the faint light of her cell, and she gasped. "Captain America?"

I nodded. "Steve Rodgers, at your service."

"And, young one, I am Thor." The Norse god introduced himself.

She arched an eyebrow. "A god, then. Why are you here?"

"I help protect the people of Earth by being an Avenger." He answered.

"Huh." The girl looked like she wanted to say more, but stopped herself.

"If you don't give us any information about the strange disappearances of kids throughout the country willingly, the Director is going to have to use force to get you to talk." I warned the girl, stepping out of her cell.

She smiled mysteriously at me. "That's only if I am still here by the time the Director interrogates me."

I frowned, and went to report to Fury my thoughts and suspicions.