Captured- Percy Jackson and Agents of SHIELD crossover

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Bobby POV

      We put each suspect in a separate containment module. I watch with interest as they wake up.

      Levesque looks around, tries the door, but then does nothing.

      Zhang calls out for his friends, bangs on the door, and then paces the room.

      Grace attempts blasting the camera with- is that lightning?- but the camera shield activates and he sits down after blasting the walls a bit.

      Mclean tries talking to the camera, but we've been warned of her persuasive abilities. The transcript reads pleas to let her out and take her to her friends.

      Valdez tries the door, and examines it for ways out. He soon gives up, and reaches for whatever was in his pocket. We took it off him- we disarmed everyone- but it annoys him. It was a little bit of machinery, which he probably used to fidget, because according to the files they all have ADHD.

      Chase does nothing except sit there, once she checks her boot and finds her dagger missing, but she's obviously thinking about the situation, because she'll occasionally get up to examine something.

      Finally... there's Jackson. He stands, pounds on the door, and yells for his friends. Namely, Annabeth. The room is in soundproof mode, though, so he eventually gives up when he realizes she can't hear him.

      "They're awake." I announce. Daisy and May come over.

      "Now what?" Daisy asks.

      "Now we figure out what happened in Europe."

Jason POV

      After I wake up, I realize I'm alone. And disarmed. Great. Who knows what happened to the others.

      Eventually, a woman comes in. It's the brown haired girl from earlier. "My name is Daisy Johnson. I have a few questions for you."

      "Jason Grace. But I bet you already knew that."

      She smiles. "I did. But we can't find a Mr Grace anywhere."

      "My mom is Beryl Grace. My father wasn't around." At least that much is true.

      "Is your father dead?" She asks.

      "I don't know."

      "How about your mom?"

      "Drunk driving accident." I reply.

      "I'm sorry." I shrug. "Well, do you know you're father's name?"

      "No."

     "Why could you shoot lightning at the camera?" She asks.

     Crap.