Not From Around {Marvel/DC Fanfic} (Discontinued)

Chapter 24

Nick Fury's POV (Say whaaaa?)

When I got in my office there was a file lying on my desk. I walked over to my desk and sat down in the chair behind it. I picked up the file and flipped through it. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. There was this boy where we only had basic information on, that wasn't even fully completed, and his last picture was from when he was 12. He was supposed to be 19 right now. SHIELD always had more than only basic information and more recent pictures. In the folder it said that his name was Perseus "Percy" Jackson. This was what the folder said:

Full name: Perseus "Percy" Jackson

Date of birth: August 18, 1993

Family: Sally Jackson (Mother), father unknown, Paul Blofis (Stepfather), Gabe Ugliano (Former Stepfather), other family unknown.

Nationality: American

That was all it said. Nothing more nothing less. To say I was pissed off that we only had this little information was an understatement. I immediately called Romanoff and Barton. "You wanted to see us sir?" Romanoff said while she and Barton walked in. "Yes I did. I need you to look for this man. Bring him in, alive. I need to question him. We don't know what he looks like but he looked like this when he was twelve." I said and handed the file and picture to Romanoff who held it in the middle of her and Barton so they could both read. "Do you really think he poses a threat sir?" Barton asked and I sighed. "I don't know. Maybe. He doesn't have any more information than the basics and that isn't even finished. The last picture ever known to the outside world was when he was twelve. That's seven years of disappearing from the Earth's surface." I said and they both gave a single nod. "We'll get him to SHIELD." Romanoff said with confidence.

Natasha's POV

I didn't know why Fury thought that this kid was so dangerous. How much damage could a 19 year old do? Except if he got good training. That's a whole different story. Clint and I had figured out the boy's address and we were now waiting outside the apartment building for him to come out. After a while of Clint trying to do a game on his phone and me scolding him for not paying attention a tall boy with jet black hair dressed in a green hoodie with dark blue jeans stepped outside the building. I nudged Clint in the ribs and when he glared at me for getting him killed in his game. I pointed at the boy. His mouth formed an 'o' shape and I rolled my eyes. We quietly followed the boy to the beach where he took off his pants and hoodie, revealing swimming trunks and a tank top. He looked around and seemed to see no one, then dove into the see. "Is that kid crazy? It's like 5 degrees!" Clint exclaimed. (Just so you know, I do temperatures in Celsius and not Fahrenheit. I will not do Fahrenheit because I don't know the standards of warm and cold in that way since I grew up and live in Europe. Thank you for understanding (I hope).) I slapped him over the head. "Don't talk so loud! There could be other people here!" I scolded Clint and this time he rolled his eyes.

After about 5 minutes the kid hadn't come to the surface yet. I was getting worried that he had drowned. My thoughts were proven wrong when the guy hit the surface and didn't even gasp for air. The oddest thing was that when he walked back to the shore he was completely dry. "How is that even possible?" I whispered and Clint shrugged. "No idea. But we'll find out when we bring him back to SHIELD." Clint said and we both quietly approached the guy. "Come with us and we won't hurt you!" I yelled to the guy, his head whipped up in alarm. He then relaxed and wore a bored expression on his face. "Am I supposed to know and be scared of you two? Because I'm most certainly not." The guy, Perseus I presume, said. "Are you Perseus Jackson?" Clint asked while knocking an arrow in his bow. The boy cringed at the name and corrected Clint, sort of. "Yes, but I would prefer it if you call me Percy, arrow man." 'Percy' said. "Arrow man?" Clint questioned and Percy shrugged. "Since I don't know your name I might as well call you that. Get it? Bow and arrow?" He said and I scowled. "So are you gonna tell me your names or..." He trailed off. "I'm agent Romanoff and this is my partner agent Barton." I said and the guy looked at me with his blue eyes that were mixed with green that seemed to live. "Good to know. Now what were you saying about me coming with you or something?" He asked. "Yes. If you come with us then we won't harm you." I said and he rolled his eyes, looking bored. "I'll have to ask you to leave me alone and then I won't hurt you." Percy said and I rose an eyebrow. "How would you be able to hurt us? We're with two and you're all on your own." Clint said and I mentally face palmed. "You may be with more but that doesn't mean I'm not stronger." Percy said and his eyes flared dangerously. When we didn't make a move to do anything he turned around to grab his jeans. Clint took this opportunity to shoot a tranquilized arrow at Percy. Just before it hit his back he turned around, catched the arrow just millimeters away from his body and snapped it in half. "Did he just...?" Clint trailed off and I nodded. "Time for hand to hand." I said quietly and Clint gave a single nod. We charged at him but he didn't move at all. He just rolled his eyes like he was bored. When I threw a punch him he caught my fist and threw me back. Clint wanted to kick him in his back but he turned around at inhuman speed, grabbed Clint's ankle, twisted it a bit and threw him off. Meanwhile I swung my legs sideways into his and tackled him to the ground. However he got up fast and threw a punch at my jaw and hit me perfectly. I flew back a bit and Clint tried to fling a tranquilized dart into Percy's neck. When he was about to do that Percy turned around and grabbed Clint's wrist. He twisted it so Clint's back turned towards him and he kicked Clint in the back, making him fly away quite some distance too. I decided to go for a bold action and just threw my whole body at him. He didn't see it coming and was tackled on the ground with me on top of him. I grabbed the dart that Clint was holding a few seconds ago that he had dropped and pushed it into his neck. He struggled for a few more seconds but was soon out like a light.