Agent Spartan (Percy Jackson meets the Avengers)

Alecto is a Pirate?

Percy POV

I was sitting there with the avengers discussing the two battles they had recently thought in, one against a god named Loki and another with a robot of Tony and Bruce's creation named Ultron. I was about to ask why Steve and Tony seemed to continuously glare at each other every time someone mentioned Sokovia but before I could get a chance the elevator dinged. Everyone looked at the door and my hand was wrapped around Riptide in its pen form ready in case of an attack. I know it may seem like paranoia but ever since Tar- down there, I haven't been able to use or look at an elevator in the same way.

I watched as the door opened to reveal a man in a black trench coat with two pistols holstered on either side and an... was that an eye patch? These guys knew a pirate?! That's pretty cool, I mean I had met Blackbeard and found out he was a son of Ares and then I stole his ship when I was 13 but hey it's not every day you see a pirate so still pretty cool. He seemed to notice me and freeze, his right hand resting on the inside of his coat where I guessed his gun was. He looked me up and down and then glanced around the room to look for anything peculiar.

"Does anybody wanna tell me why a 17 year old boy is currently residing in the living room of the most powerful team in the world completely unregistered? Who the hell do you think you are?" He demanded, ignoring the slight flinch when he mentioned the word hell. Before I had the time to answer he shot me with a tranquilliser dart and I succumbed to the darkness. I briefly thought I heard Thor shouting but I couldn't tell.

When I woke up I was handcuffed to a metal table staring at some one way glass. The room was blindingly white as though it had been bleached, there was a chair empty across from me. I saw a camera in the top corner and I could hear footsteps coming towards me. The door was opened revealing Tony Stark. He sat down casually in the chair and his sunglasses resided at the tip of his nose. "Sup kid, so I'm supposed to test your intelligence or something but I have a really bad hangover so if you have a way to help I'll score you an A+."

I laughed as if it was funny when in truth my mind was reeling, this wasn't the first time I had been chained up and I was trying desperately to fight back the flashback brewing in my mind. I told him how Dionysus always fights his hangovers and he smiled and said that I was above high intelligence. He walked out of the room and in came Steve. He sat in front of me with a firm posture and his eyes had swept through the room almost immediately.  He was a soldier.

"Hey son, I'm here to test you physical strength, now this may be an unfair challenge but Fury decided that I'm the most suitable for the job." At the mention of that name I froze. "Wh- who's Fury?" I asked, wishing that I could take these handcuffs off so I could get a hold of Riptide. "Fury is the director, the guy with the eyepatch who is basically our government liaison. Now then, I'm gonna take these handcuffs off okay, so don't freak out, I just wanna do the arm wrestle on an equal basis." He said as he pulled out a key and removed the restraints. I rubbed my wrist slightly before getting into position. We both began the wrestle and neither one of us had managed to budge the other, causing a look of surprise to cross the Captain's face.

After about three minutes of constant battle Steve had called it quits and declared that the match was a tie. He walked out and I could distinctly hear confused talking through the wall before it all got quiet and the guy with the bow had came in holding a black box and two controller looking devices. "Sup kid, I'm gonna test you on battle strategies, now this is a game called Command and Conquer. You ready?" I nodded, mildly worried that a monster might attack because of my use of the electronic device. The game lasted a little over 30 minutes where I had managed to win.

He walked out of the room sputtering about how no one ever beat him. Next up came Bruce who wanted to perform a mental exam based off of cognitive word response therapy.

"Red"
"Blood"
"Love"
"Difficult"
"...Death?"
"Inevitable"
"Brother"
"Innocent"
"Mother"
"Caring"
"Father"
"Distant"
"Abuse"
"Gabe"
"Fighting"
"Wars"

He frowned at that one and was gonna say something when the red haired girl, Natasha came in. "Bruce, time for the physical, director says that any tests you wanna run have to wait. Come on kid, we're testing battle reflexes."