The Demon in Me

Turning

Steve stood in battle position, his legs bent and his shield out infront of him. No, Clint thought to himself. Its not Steve. Clint notched and arrow into his bow and pulled back the string. "Who are you?"

"My name is Steve Rogers, son of Hestia and the late eidolon Pnevdi."

"I know you are not Steve. I served with him alongside the Avengers. And eversince you came out, I am starting to doudt what is sane in this world."

"The Steve you know would sometimes let me out. To reduce the thoughts and ideas I whisper into his head. I yearned to come out, so one day I highered my volume to a scream. That was yesterday night, when his will finally wavered.

"You broke him! He was so week, and thats what you had done to him! He wasn't even like the soldier I knew. Your not even better, Your woest than Ultron!"

"Well well well," he mocked. "It seems like your puny friend is getting a little green." Bruces skin was indeed green from far below. "And I believe the gods can't interfere as well.

"Oh, we very well can. This matter is also related to the gods," Artimis said, also notching and raising her bow.

"Well, too late." Steve turned around and in a flash had jumped into the hearth that was burnng in the middle of the room. The flames turned nto the exact model of him before erriptong and dying back down.

"Artemis, my lady. But I believe another hunt must begin." Nico and Lercy glared at eachother. The chances of saying the exact sentence at the same time was quite low.

"Yes, but I fear I don't know where my nephew has gone. Maybe Hestia may know."

"I believe I can't keep track of the flames. But Hades may be able to tracthe shadows."

"I can do that, sister. I shall go." Hades stepped of his throne and sweeped his cloak and dissapeared.

"Clint, my boy. Your blessing has been granted and I must send you and your friends to Camp Half-Blood. But I believe only demigods and reoresentatives of the gods can go there. At least one of my fellow gods must choose one hero as their representative."

"Which hero?" Said Percy after the few demigods that were there were in silence.

"The mortal ones."

"Oh."

"I, Heohaestus, choose Anthony-"

"Tony."

"Tony Stark as my representative."

"I, Athena, choose Bruce Banner as my representative.

"Ares, that is me, chooses Natasha Romanoff as my representative.

"I, Zeus, give Thor Odinson permission to enter camp.

"And I, Hermes give-"

"Wait a second," interrupted Percy. There are no other Avengers here. He the  glanced at Clint. "Or are there?" Clint embarrassingly grinned and pulled something invisible lff his shoudler and threw it onto the ground. Zeus leaned forward.

"What is supposed to be there?" And then a figure grew to become taller than Zeus, leaning over his head.

"Oh, uhh, sorry Zeus! Let me introduce myself. Scott Lang, also known as Ant Man, former theif, and bearer of the Pim Particles extrodinair.

"Ah, he bears my son Pyms invention." Said Athena.

"I have to have a talk with him." Said Scott. He oresses a button in his belt and shrink dow  to human size. He the  strolled over to stand next to Clint.

"My son, Clint, will lead the rescue party to capture Steve Rogers." And with that word, they were in their way.