One Problem: Percy Jackson/Marvel Crossover

4: Caught in the Act

Nico's POV

I woke up in a white room. I was sitting in front of a table that I was handcuffed to. I glared out the window, even though I could only see my reflection in it, I knew there was people behind it. The only shadow was the one cast by the table, and I couldn't get close to it enough to shadow travel before the door opened.

"Yeah, the kid's got no file, no nothing," the man who just entered was saying, "We don't even know his name."

His accomplice nodded and frowned. "Really? Nothing at all? Come to think of it, he seems familiar..."

One of the men was kind of scruffy. I recognized him from TV - Tony Stark. The other, who had blonde hair and blue eyes and seemed pretty fit, I didn't know.

I blew hair out of my eyes. "Who are you?"

Stark cracked a smile. "We were wondering the same thing."

"I asked first," I said, keeping a serious face. The men frowned.

"I'm Steve Rogers, you likely know me as Captain America," the blonde guy said. "And this is -"

"Tony Stark, the genius behind this tower," Stark interrupted. Tower? We must be in the Stark Tower.  "And you?" 

"Nico di Angelo," I said. "Where are my friends?"

"Elsewhere," Rogers waved the question away. "We've got some questions for you."

"Get it over with, then." I said coldly. The men seemed uneasy now. Good.

"Okay. First question: who are your parents?" Rogers asked. I shrugged.

"Their both dead, you wouldn't have heard of them." that was the usual lie. It's half true, anyway. My mom is dead, and my dad oversees the dead, so it fits. 

"How come we don't have any record on you?"

"I don't know. I travel around a lot, maybe that's why." I played dumb. It's probably best.

"Where did you first meet Percy Jackson?"

I bit my lip. "I go to summer camp with him."

"You had a sword. What's with that?" Stark asked.

I shifted in my seat. How did they know it was a sword? The mist should've made it look like a lacrosse stick or something... a lacrosse stick. An idea started forming in my head - why I was here, why the people had shown up at the Ice Cream place.  But for now, I just had to get out of here. "I don't know what you're talking about." I said finally. "What sword?"

The men looked at each other. Their expressions read: there's obviously something with this kid. 

"Last question," Rogers said. "Do you know where Percy Jackson went when he disappeared for eight months?"

"Um, well, he kinda took a... unexpected trip to San Fransisco before I was able to find him, but he had to go off on a que - trip to see... family in Alaska before he got back to Manhattan," I said. I waved my hands a lot while saying this, but I'm Italian, so it's natural for me. 

"Then he showed up in Rome before disappearing and popping up in Greece. What's that all about?" Rogers pressed. I thought that was the last question.

"He and a couple of friends went on a cruise around the Mare - Mediterranean. I don't know what you by disappear," I said. I shuffled my chair closer to the table's shadow and prepared myself for the jump. 

The two men turned to each other and said a few hushed words. I set to quietly picking the locks (with a bobby pin I keep in the pocket of my jeans. I don't trust my father) on my handcuffs, which was actually easy, for a high-security super hero tower. After two picks, my right hand was free. The men were still distracted, talking, so I set to my left hand. When I got it free, the lock made a fairly loud click, and the men turned. I froze.