Once again, Nick Fury was sitting at his desk, tired. He ran a hand over his bald head, cursing under his breath. So far, his mission to detain Perseus Jackson has been unsuccessful but. He's spent many sleepless nights, and many coffee filled days, just thinking about him and his file. His questions all started with why and how, and his answers were nonexistent.
The first team he sent after Jackson had taken a couple days. When he'd gotten the alert that they were back, he'd expected Jackson in tow. Yet, when the door opened, their ashamed faces were answer enough. He had been furious, certainly true to his name, and furious he remained the next couple of times. Eventually though, he stopped being furious and instead hopeful. Just hoping, by some miracle, that the next time they would have a certain 17 year old with them.
His door opened to reveal four people, all of them his agents, none of them the target. He stared tiredly at them, stress licking at his brain. He waved dismissively and they exited the room wordlessly. He didn't know what was happening, why they weren't getting them. They never came back injured, not a scratch. They never came back mentally scarred, just confused. All he ever got when he asked was,
"He just disappeared. He turned the corner and when we got there, he wasn't there." Every single time. Fury was starting to think he'd heard that sentence more times than his own name. He drummed his fingers on the desk absentmindedly. It was time, the Director decided, to bring in the Avengers. He pressed a red button on the bottom of his desk, one marked with a single gold A. He rose from his chair, striding out of his room. He headed to the conference room, one reserved especially for the ones he summoned in pressing that button. He sat down in his chair at the head, and waited.
While he waited, he thought about what he was going to say to them. He was asking them to, basically, kidnap a minor. He just hoped that Stark would wait one minute of his precious time, to explain. Fury sighed as he watched the clock, it would take them about eight minutes to get here. He got up abruptly and ventured over to the massive screen on the wall. Typing in his password, he focused on getting everything pulled up for the meeting.
The filing system was complicated, a password needed for near everything. It was a complicated process to even reach their file record, it being very well covered and it's location changing every time it was accessed. That took four minutes of digging. By the time he had entered all of the passwords and searched for the file, he could hear the Avengers in the hallway. Quickly, he took his seat, arranging himself to appear impatient, as if he'd been sitting there waiting the entire time. The door opened and six people walked in, taking a seat in the many chairs at the table.
"You called us, Director?" He nodded the affirmative. He sat straight and leaned forward in his chair.
"Yes. I have a mission for you, one that many of my agents have failed. Two months ago, when I first issued the mission, I didn't think it necessary to involve you. But, it has become increasingly apparent that I was wrong. There weren't many ~"
"Can you just tell us what the mission is already? If it's oh so important, the sooner we know, the sooner we get to it." Fury glared at the arrogant billionaire, almost satisfied by the hesitancy that appeared in his eyes.
"I need you to detain someone. We don't have a lot of details on them, but it is imperative that you get them. I have sent two months worth of agents, yet none of them have succeeded. I don't know what the target is doing, but it's certainly not coming here." He stood, once again, from his seat, walking to the screen. He pulled up the file and once again, typed in the password, it opening.
"Here is all you need to know about him, all there is to know about him." He watched as their eyes scanned the screen, some widening comically. To Fury though, it was anything but funny. He himself also looked, still shocked after two months. He couldn't begin to count how many times he had poured over that file, knowing it so well it was committed to memory. Everyone's face, minus the Black Widow, mirrored the same emotions; shock, disbelief, and confusion.
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The Jackson Enigma
FanficPercy Jackson has been on SHIELD's radar since his first "incident," and it seems the older he gets, the more dangerous he is. Now, at 17 years old, SHIELD finally gets the opportunity to get him. First agents are sent to retrieve him, they come bac...