Percy Jackson and The Avengers Crossover

Chapter 12

Bruce POV:
I stepped into Fury's office, and was faced with the man staring at a screen on the wall, barely acknowledging my presence.
"Director Fury," I started, "Tony and I are slightly worried about our new assignment. What makes Perseus Jackson so powerful?"
He turned and stared, as if assessing me.
He waited a moment, then spoke, "Doctor Banner, S.H.I.E.L.D. has no idea-"
"I wasn't asking about what S.H.I.E.L.D. knows," I was being a little hostile, but if Fury was withholding information that could be the difference between being dead or alive, I would be pissed.
Fury smirked, and gestured for me to sit on a rather uncomfortable looking armchair, while taking a seat across from me.
"The answer to what you are asking could be highly confidential information, or my own thoughts, but Perseus Jackson could be something... more than human. Were Thor around I would've asked him about it a long time ago,"
"Are you saying we could be hunting an Asgardian?" I said, astonished, my hostility and skepticism vanishing.
"You could be, or an alien, or an enhanced, I don't know,"
I sat there for a moment. The half-smirk on Fury's face led me to believe he wants me to figure something out, or that he's just amused that he can give away possibly confidential information, without really giving it away. Both were possible, which means the last few words were throwaway and he was an Asgardian, or that Fury and the government really don't know.
I thanked him quickly and left the room, the conversation lingering in my mind. I strolled down the hallway at a slower than normal pace, completely lost in thought.
Aliens we've fought before, and even though he could be a different race, the possibilities of an alien race living on earth without S.H.I.E.L.D. knowing were slim. He could be an enhanced, but what has he done to prove that besides be thoroughly trained? Only one option was left, and it was the one I dreaded most. Agardians are a powerful race. He could be a possible god.
I decided right there and then that should I ever speak to Perseus, I wouldn't get on his bad side. Something seemed odd about him anyway, and if he ever got me to betray the team, perhaps I could learn a little more and quench my curiosity.

Percy POV:
I had tried multiple times to Iris message anyone I could from Camp Half-Blood or Jupiter. No result. Consumed with worry, I'd gone back to the apartment and curled up into a ball for a moment. I remember the last time everyone was fighting, it haunts my dreams. If anyone got hurt or killed because they were protecting me, I'd break down again.
The next few hours were made up of me panicking, then eventually calming myself down. I grabbed everything of significance, emotional or otherwise, and threw them into a neighbours car. I felt kinda bad stealing their car, but the last time I took the bus to somewhere regarding anything Greek, I had been attacked by my old algebra teacher and her friends.
So now I was cruising along the highway, stopping every now and again to beat up some monster that was trying to follow me.
My thoughts kept straying off into various directions, sometimes I was worrying about Paul, others Camp Half-blood and Jupiter, but at the moment I was considering which god, assuming it's a god that the Olympians sent, would be at the cabin to help me. Secretly, I was hoping it was Hermes or Apollo, since all the other gods aside from Hestia and my father don't really like me, however Hermes and Apollo seemed to be my friends.
I blinked and entered reality again, I was still driving. A slightly painful wave of hunger passed through me, and I realized I hadn't eaten for, I don't even know how long.
Thankfully I was passing through a small town, and I could get some food at the quaint little diner I saw at the end of the street.
I pulled into the driveway and locked the car, triple checking everything was locked and bent the mist as Hazel had taught me to do so the license plate wasn't the same as the recently stolen car. At the thought of Hazel, the sweet and fierce girl who took me in at Camp Jupiter, a small tear leaked from my eye, and my brain halted.
Now I was a robot, programmed to simply get a table and get to it before my emotions got the best of me, and that's what I did.

AN: Sorry I haven't updated for a couple days, but just a warning I may not be able to update for a few more after this as it is my birthday today and I'll be busy. Sorry again.