Find Me (A Percy Jackson Crossover)

Chapter 7: Percy starts a fight (unintentionally, of course)

Special Dedication to @BooksandMusic4life! The correct answer was five tables! Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytheren, Ravenclaw, and the teachers table!

Percy POV.

Percy sat in a chair uncomfortably. The room was silent and it took everything he had not to start tapping his foot, or patting his leg, or anything else to satisfy his ADHD. He knew any sudden moves and all of them were likely to try and kill him. Suddenly he wished he still had the curse of Achilles. Stupid Roman River...

"Who do you work for?" The eyepatch guy named Fury said.

Percy furrowed his brow. "What?" He had half a mind to say the Gods of Olympus just to see the reactions.

"Who do you work for?" Fury demanded again. "AIM? HYDRA? Ten Rings?"

"Let's go with D." Percy said not knowing what the Hades he was talking about. "None of the above."

Fury didn't look like he liked that answer. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Percy refrained from smirking. "No sir." He said as obnoxiously as he could.

"How old are you?" The guy that was still dressed like a flag, Steve, or better yet, Captain America. Honestly Percy just thought he looked ridiculous, that coming from the guy who dressed up as a wizard with glasses and a lightning scar, on a dare from Piper. (A/N: oh the irony...)

"Seventeen." Percy answered his hand flicking at a piece of peeling paint on the table. It of the corner of his eye he saw the Black Widow tense. He let a small smile creep onto his face.

"Isn't that a little young to be a terrorist?" The guy that owned the robotic armor, Tony Stark aka Iron Man. Percy was sure Riptide could cut his flimsy armor in half.

"Terrorist?" Percy said. He wasn't exactly surprised, but it did strike him funny. "That's new...."

"Perseus Jackson-!" Fury barked

"How many times do I have to say it's Percy before you people catch on?" Percy interrupted.

Fury glared at him.

"That's adorable." Percy said. "Your glares remind me of cute little kittens." Percy thought of Bob and Small Bob and his stomach tightened a little.

"Kittens?"

"Kittens." Percy affirmed. "Look I've got no clue what you want but whatever it is you are doing a terrible job of getting it."

"Look kid," The guy who had the arrows, Hawkeye, had his feet up on the table and was playing with one of his arrows, while generally looking like he'd rather be somewhere else. "Percy, right? Why don't you just answer the questions so we can move this along.I'm sure we all have better things to do than listen to you insult everybody."

"Clint!" The Black Widow hit him, but Hawkeye shrugged it off.

"You've only asked me like three questions." Percy pointed out. "And I did answer them truthfully."

Fury looked ready to burst. If Percy had managed to do what he'd been aiming to do, which was get underneath Fury's skin enough that he'd send him back to his cell, then he could break out as they took him back and-bam-no worries.

Unfortunately things didn't go as planned.

"Who are you?" Fury demanded.

"Percy Jackson, son of...Sally Jackson. ADHD and Dyslexic-"

"What are you doing?" Fury said slamming his fist on the table. All the Avengers jumped, but Percy just smirked.

"Right this second? Seeing how much I can annoy you until you realize I'm not going to tell you anything." As soon as he said it Percy wished he hadn't. That made him sound guilty.