We don't want to be fixed (PJO & Avengers)

II

Tony Stark's P.o.V

"Sir, Director Fury is requesting you assemble the Avengers and hold a video conference meeting with him."

"You mean eye patch wants to skype the team. Call them to the kitchen, Clint won't focus without a coffee, I'll be up in a bit." I waved Jarvis off and taped away at my computer shutting down the blueprint designs. I was designing an openable roof for my, sorry, our tower. It was to hold a quinjet for emergencies since the place was now headquarters of the world's mightiest heroes. One of my calculations were off, but I couldn't work out where I had gone wrong. Begrudgingly, I hit the elevator button and ascended to the kitchen. Accompanied by the ting I stepped out only to be faced with impatient angry faces, 6 of them. Fury was on the screen, his eye casting daggers.

"Your late."

"Since I arranged the meeting, and it is in my tower," I heard Clint mutter about how it was all of ours but I decided to ignore that, "therefore, I don't believe I can be late." I sunk into the couch and took a pop tarn from Thor causing me to receive a horrified look. "Well, Stark, I have the mission, and if you remember correctly I commended you arrange the meeting - and as you said, it's in your house, how could you be late?" Silence filled the room before he continued. "I have a case, I want you to find this individual, detain him. We won't be landing the helicarrier, hold him at the tower until we're close enough for you to fly him up."

"Having financial difficulties?" I asked sarcastically.

"No. Don't underestimate him - he's a terrorist and I don't care how old he is." With that he disappeared from the screen and in unison we all gave a sigh of relief. Just a day in the office, pirates ordering you to capture terrorists.

"By that is Fury implying that he's a kid?" There goes Cap' and his caution for the wellbeing of everyone. "Well, here are the files, we'll soon find out." Natasha handed us each a folder, a large, black 'classified' stamped on the fronts, "I don't like being handed things," she forced it onto my lap with her wolf glare anyway. I opened it up and to be honest I was generally impressed. The photo showed a young teen boy, rave black hair, tan, tall, muscular, the usual surfer type, but his eyes were starking - even on the photo pulled from a bank's CCTV the world, a storm of green and blue, the sea captured in his eye, shaken and stirred with violent white highlights. To the side, accompanying him was a girl. Curly blonde hair and an equally in shape body. The same age she spotted a yankee hat and the same orange shirt as the boy. At the side it said, 'see Annabeth Chase > profile > classified > companies'. I turned the page and read the information.

He was Perseus Achilles Jackson. Father dead mother on her second husband (niethe was his dad). I flicked through his family records, all clean but none on his father's side at all. I glanced over it lazy but did a double take at his age. 17. This had to be a mistake. Everyone had a file, but this one was unusually bulky - thicker than mine even (not that I had snooped...). He wasn't even aloud to drink legally, but his reportable incidents seemed to outrageous to not be alcohol infused. He blew up 5 out of the 7 schools he was expelled from - there was something about cheerleaders but I ignored that; kidnapped his mom, got into a gun showdown with an ex militant (his kidnapper) and one, blew up many tourist attractions, the arch, hoover dam; he was at the site of a mysterious volcano eruption, accounts of nurse, commandeering a bus and attacking old ladies. It also seemed he had the best graduation party ever. Traveling the world with 7 other minors, Alaska, Greece, Rome, America, all in one year. I ignored the fact many of these kids were not meant to exist, meaning SHIELD had no file on them, which was impossible.

After scanning through the file we all looked around curiously to see each other's reactions. This kid sounded like a threat, just how many people had he killed. But of course Cap contradicted me like always. "He's a minor, we need to contact his mother, we don't need legal custody getting involved."

"You'll be surprised at how easy it is to pay them off - besides if Fury won't Fury gets - you think the SHIELD agents will be more gentle?" Barton started filling his quiver.

"Stop, we haven't decided if we're going yet"

"Of course we have, Fury's told us we are, how long until enougher dies, think Banner," Natasha left with Clint to suit up.

"She's right you know," I piped up, "He's a kid-"

"Exactly."

"And, that makes him more dangerous, he has nothing to fear, you've seen teens, music and eyeliner, ugh and baggy trousers." I stood up ready to leave.

"Yes, music and eyeliner, not terrorism. Tony, he must be falsely accused - how dangerous can he be? Police sound more suitable than us."Steve always worked with morals, his empathy obstructing the whole picture. I was about to retort, angry Bruce had joined Cap in going against me, when Javis spoke up. "Sir, the suspect has been recorded as present at Gunnison Beach." Well that's us set, taking the opportunity we all suited up and joined the assassins on the jet, leaving Bruce in the med bay. "Glad you joined the party," Clint started the jet but paused before take off. "Thor, you coming?"

He shook his head, "I have business on Asgard," he swung his hammer before flying through the bifrost. Clint took off and flew towards the beach.

A/N: I hope this is clear enough - this book is ment to help me in wrighting dialogue in the future. Please point out any gramatical mistakes because, like Percy, I am Dyslexic and any help would be very much appriciated. XX