Beneath the Pain - Percy Jackson and the Avengers Crossover

Chapter 6

Percy's POV

Nick Fury, or Pirate Guy as I like to call him, lead me to an interrogation room, which I would like to call it since the only things in the room were a metal chair and table, and the entire room was nothing but white. Cliché interrogation room if you ask me. 

Sitting myself down, my ADHD got the best of me, as I sat here thinking about this interrogation room. Seriously, can someone please make an interrogation room look more interesting? A person like me and all the other demigods don't like having something to distract themselves with.

Then again, Pirate Guy here was trying to interrogate me whilst my thoughts were elsewhere. If someone wanted answers, ask kindly, maybe just a normal talk, but being me, that will never happen. Who am I kidding, one of my biggest distractions since I got here! Should probably start listening.

"Perseus Jackson! Answer my question! Why'd you blow up St. Louis Arch?!" Wow, Director Fury seemed absolutely, well, you know, furious. It does fit his title though. Speaking of his title, how'd his last name end up as Fury? Seriously, if you were a demigod and didn't know him at all, you'd think he was an actual fury! 

I could imagine that right now. Annabeth taking out her dagger that she finally got returned, trying to slash at Fury, scaring him away. That would be one sight to see. My ADHD was really acting up now because I hadn't noticed the blood dripping down from my right arm. 

Looking down, I saw a shallow blade slash from a few centimetres away from my wrist and coming down centimetres before the joint section. Honestly, I had gotten so accustomed to being cut, whipped and burnt that I would feel absolutely nothing from a tiny slash.

Looking up to Fury, I questioned, "Um, was that supposed to hurt? You know, you didn't have to add to all the other marks on me." Fury was shocked but quickly regained his normal scowl. "Let me ask you one last time. Why'd you blow up St. Louis Arch, Mr. Jackson?" That just made me sound old. 

"First of all, it's Percy. Second, I'm just a kid who happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time so please just take "terrorist" off my file and everything should be fine." Fury wore a suspicious look on his face, walking around the room. "Then can you please explain what you were doing in Rome and Greece with other individuals?"

Let's see, what would I say, being the Seaweed Brain that I am? "Meeting some relatives. Haven't really seen them in a while." It's sort of true. And it is convincing, but my head will start to hurt with all these questions he's asking me.

Facing me, Fury queried, "Then explain to me how you keep going off of S.H.I.E.L.D's radar?" Oh gods, how do I explain this? Actually, I'll tell him with the Avengers tomorrow. Besides, they may have some of the same questions as Pirate Guy. I exhaled. Let's hope things go well. 

Sighing, I explained, "Okay, I must admit, some of those things were lies, but if you want a full explanation, just come back here tomorrow morning so you can join the Avengers. I don't want to repeat the story over again." Fury glared down at me but all I did was roll my eyes.

Not many people can top my glare. Thinking about it, I don't know anyone who can. This will be fun to look at. I glared back at him and he flinched, yet understood, making a curt nod. Please, that wasn't even my medium wolf glare. Walking out, he addressed, "You've got some huge explaining to do tomorrow. And make sure to clean that cut."

Shrugging, I stood up and walked out the door, heading to the kitchen downstairs since my bedroom would be further that the kitchen and I just want to heal my arm as quickly as possible. Turning the sink on, the cut healed almost instantly since it was so shallow and left no trace that it was ever there.