For The World He Once So Loved || The Avengers/Percy Jackson Fan Fiction

[1] Land Beyond Gods

This is it, the first chapter of this story! I hope you like it ;)

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He turn around warily, his hand hovered above his gun that was belted in his waist. He was in a mission yet again, but missions never make him tired. He eyed the glacier around him, and he couldn't hold the grin that was slowly made it's way to his face. Yeah, he could never tired of a mission, especially one that required him to a land without gods, such as.. such as where he's standing.

Alaska.

He take a few step forward, careful to not making any sound as he analyze the empty glacier. He had wanted to turn, when he suddenly feel the air behind him had changed. He careful not to let the man know he was prepare for his supposedly unexpected attack. He let his shoulder loose in defensive stance like he'd did before, concentrating at the change in air and the sound. He knew this man would attack soon.

He did not disappoint. The man shoot him with a gun that's so loud it echo in his ears— or maybe it was just him —and he react with full instinct. He duck and quickly roll to the side, and without letting himself waste any second, he run to the man he'd sent to kill.

The man, Liam Vermant, give him a brief shocked look before quickly readying his gun as his eyes never left his movements. He shoot the man with his gun, quickly dodge to left as a bullet flew to where his chest was before— careful to move lightly because of the ice beneath his feet.

For days he'd spent chasing this mass murderer down, he'd gotten to know how Vermant think. This guy will most likely keep shooting at him while backing slowly until he found a chance to run. But he would not let it to happen. He has had enough chasing game here. He wanted to go for a rest in his familiar room for days, and this person prevented him from doing it.

Vermant do as the professional agent'd predicate. He keep dodging bullets as he shot dozens himself. Finally, Vermant step hurriedly back, and the vulnerable ice beneath him crack. It spread wildly in seconds and starting to drown and separate.

The assassin watch calmly from where he stand as the ice he was stepping on was normal and completely unaffected. The gods may have stripped his power, but he was still a son of the god of seas. He still could feel where water was or what happening to the water, although controlling it was a complete different matter.

The target back off, trying to be quick while not cracking another ice. And, at that moment, the man had totally forgotten of his existence. The agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. just shook his head quietly, amused and exasperated at how stupid the man he chased for days was.

In his defense, it was only because he'd gotten sidetracked when he made few of supermarket's rack fell, which leave him dealed with very angry director. One thing led to another, and that made him had to tracked the man that'd already hid in Alaska.

When he was sure Vermant had gotten away from almost been drowned, he whistled loudly to get his attention. It did, as the other turn to him, and he waste no time as he shot the man dead at his chest. The sound of his gun was loud. He watch in calm and unreadable face, his black hair getting messier because of the wind, and his sea green eyes never left the scene.

The tall man collapse, and the assassin sigh in relieve as the ice show no signs of cracking or shattering. If the man's body was drowned, it will only give him more paperwork and longer time of giving Fury the report.

And he sure as hell did not want that.

He carefully reach down to the stilled body, his hand gripped the handle of his gun tightly. He'd shot him in the chest, right where his heart was, it was unlikely that he could be still alive, but just in case. He check his pulse and breathing, and smiles in satisfaction.

None. Liam Vermant is positive dead.

The agent put his left fingers at his left ear, the tip touching the cold familiar metal that was rested in his right ear. He press the unseen button at the skin coloured comm., then press number 0.

"Agent Jackson." Nick Fury stated, his voice as cool and collected as always.

He straightened up unconsciously. "The mission is success, sir."

He imagine Fury nod in appreciation in the other side. "As expected as always from you, Agent Jackson." He pause, and Agent Jackson could almost saw him raised an eyebrow, "What held you so long?"

He never was wasting time in every mission he'd ever had, except it was a high leveled threat or a very professional person like he'd gotten a few times before. But if it was only for a minor threat (but still a threat) like Vermant, he always finished at least 2 days, not 3 days like this time.

He clear his throat, "I will fill you with the details when I arrive at the base, sir." He then told his boss where his position was, and knew his helicopter was on the way. After a couple of exchanged words, Fury picked off and he was soon met with silence.

Percy Jackson sit in the ice, the temperature didn't affected him, and spent the time of waiting his ride with watching the horizon, trying to spent as much of time he could before he was forced to go back to the land of gods.