The Son of the Hulk

Chapter 8

Steve's POV:

As the room fills with random flashes of light and the smell of the ocean I hear the rest of the team, aka Tony, mumbling about 'stupid Fury not telling him what's going on'. I mean the rest of us weren't told anything either, the man doesn't have to constantly complain about it. I am drawn out of my thoughts when I hear someone say 'well hello again.' Looking up I see a vaguely familiar looking boy sitting next to a man cloaked in shadows. When I say that I don't mean that he is just wearing all black, which he is, but the shadows also seem to be reaching towards him. Catching my attention, the kid begins to speak.

"So how is everybody, are you having a g-"

"Perseus..."

"Yes, Your Royal Gloominess?"

"Shut up."

"Well that's not very ni-" At that a piece of tape appears over the boy, Perseus's mouth. Trying to peel it off it seems to be stuck, so he seems to start doing rapid-fire sign language, causing Clint to begin snickering. Sighing the man makes ropes appear tying Perseus's hands down. It doesn't seem to be a deterrent as now he is tapping out Morse code, which I remember from the army, though too fast for me to translate it. It doesn't seem to be giving Clint or Natasha any trouble though, being that they are both snickering at this point.

"I swear Perseus, if you don't stop." The man starts before receiving a glare from the still tapping boy.

"You asked for it." Snapping his fingers, there is a flash. When the light fades we all look to see the boy wrapped in ropes and hanging from the ceiling from his ankles. Unable to hold it in we all burst out laughing as the man mumbles to himself about something in another language.

"If we could please get started," Fury begins after we've all calmed down slightly, "it would be highly appreciated. I am a very busy man after all, and I'm sure our guest here is also. If you would like to introduce yourself."

"Thank you, director. My name is Hades and I believe that my council has a solution for your little problem. You see we used to be divided between two factions, like how you are now. One of the members of the council decided to take one person from each side and replace them with a person from the other. From these two-people's great leadership we were able to reunite the opposing sides and continue on peacefully. Now we can't do this exactly with you all because you have far fewer people but we have decided to lend you the one surviving member of the duo I told you about in order to see if they can help mend the rift. And as much as I hate to say it I do have confidence that they will succeed."

"Thank you for your assistance it would be graciously accepted. Might I take this to presume that our peaceful relations will continue for another ten years?" Fury asks with the most decorum I have ever heard from him.

"You might say that. And take this help as a thank you for your assistance in covering up what we couldn't for the last few years." What events could they be talking about?

"What, might I ask, was the cause of those events? Things have calmed down some recently but for a while there was..." What events?!

"Yes, when you all had your war against the Chitauri we had just finished our second. The first war had finished not a year earlier and was much more spread out in the terms of its battles. We appreciate your efforts in preventing the battles from becoming common knowledge."

As the two continue with their diplomatic discussion the team begins to bicker, having been left to our own devices together. After a while, my attention can't help but to be swayed from the argument to the boy hanging from the ceiling. It seems like he is trying, and succeeding at escaping. By the end of the first hour he is out of his bonds and silently lowering himself to the floor, finally able to remove the tape from his mouth. Standing in the shadows she quietly observes before hearing something he obviously doesn't like, his eyes going wide.

"Wait this is the army I'm supposed to unite?" He shouts.

"Schist when did you get loose."

"Oh, no you don't Hades. You all said that I was uniting an army divided, not a group of fully grown children who can't get along."

"Hey!" Tony cuts in.

"See what I mean! They can't even be in the same room during a diplomatic meeting together without starting fights! There are nine year olds back at camp who behave better than them! I am not doing this. This is a joke, not a mission. Let them learn to act like adults and maybe I'll consider it. I can't believe these are the 'great Avengers' who supposedly saved New York. You all put a mockery to the name of heroes." At this the boy goes to storm off, before being flashed back to his place hanging from the ceiling. Though this time he is much less peaceful about his situation, glaring at the world. As we all sit in stunned silence, reflecting on the boy's words, the door flies open, a flustered Bruce Banner rushing in.

"Sorry I'm late, I tried to get here as soon as I could. What did I mi- Perseus Jackson what in Hera's name did you do?! Oh, hello lord Hades, how have you been? I haven't seen you in ages."

"I've been doing quite well, Bruce. It's nice to see you again. You need to come visit us in the underworld more often, Persephone misses having tea with you."

"I'll have to try and visit soon then. Might I ask why Percy is hanging from the ceiling?"

"Oh that, you see he was being a nuisance and trying to storm out after being told that he has to reunite your team. He said something along the lines of not wanting to deal with 'fully grown children' and knowing better behaved nine year olds." At this Bruce sighed as though he expected nothing else, before walking over and pulling at a single string, unravelling a knot and causing the boy to fall onto the ground and land on his head. Chuckling he mumbles "sorry Perce" before turning around and taking a seat at the table.

"Wait Bruce you know these people!" Tony screeches.

"Yes Tony, Hades is Percy's uncle."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Tony asks, still yelling. After a second of thought I gasp, having figured it out.

"This is that Percy?"

"Yes Steve, I'm honestly surprised neither you nor Natasha recognized him, though I have a feeling Fury might have."

"I still don't understand what's going on."

"Tony, Percy ismy adoptive son."    

(AN: 1147 words)

AN: Hello beautiful peoples!

I was wondering if any of you wanted me to start outting songs at the beginnings of the chapters?

Lova ya bunches!

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