Captured- Percy Jackson and Agents of SHIELD crossover

7

Coulson POV

Finally! He'd been with this kid for nearly an hour, and he was on the last question. It hadn't worked with any of the others, but Zhang? Zhang was too nervous. He wouldn't deflect with "depends what you believe" or "My mom was a bit psycho so I mean she said I am but she's insane" or repeated requests for a lawyer.

"One last question, Mr Zhang. Your friends have already told us, but we'd like to confirm. You are part god, correct?"

The boy's face immediately paled. "N-no, sir." His vitals changed.

"Mr Zhang? You are not part god?"

"How would I be part god?" he asked.

"Answer the question."

"No I'm not part god. That- that's crazy." But once again, his vitals varied from the truth samples.

"Frank, I know you're lying. Our scientists figured it out. Are you part god?"

"Yes. Yes, I am." he said finally. A small flicker of pride emerged.

"Who is your father?"

"Mars, the roman version of Ares." Truth,

"Is Percy part god?"

"Yes, Son of Posidon." Truth. Frank looked down, probably embarrassed. I felt bad for him, but we needed the answers. He told us Annabeth was Athena's daughter, Jason was Jupiter's, Piper was Aphrodite's, Leo was Hephaestus's, and Hazel was Pluto's.

"Thank you. One last thing. Are there more of you?"

Frank glances at the lie detector, likely weighing his chances. "Yes."

Truth.

Frank POV

Oh gods. Oh gods.

I practically admitted the Camps exist.

I think I'm going to puke.

Based on the small smile on Coulson's face, the others didn't tell.

How could I have been so stupid?

An agent escorts me back to the white room. On the way, I pass six identical ones- obviously my friends. I catch a glimpse of Jason before moving on. He seems unharmed.

I step back into my own cell without protest. Will the men in dark suits come for Camp Jupiter or Camp Half-blood? The nausea returns as I think of the entire city of demigods.

Maybe SHIELD will leave them alone. After all, they haven't been threatened by either camp.

Yet.

Fudge! The camps will notice our absence tomorrow! Satyrs are everywhere, there's no doubt one saw what happened. I have to get a message to them somehow. Tell them we're ok and to not come. But there's no water for an Iris message, and even if there was, I don't have a drachma.

I want to scream at how pathetically sad this is. Unfortunately, I can do nothing but count the ceiling tiles.

I decide then and there that if they want any more information, they'll have to torture it out of me.

But then the screaming started.

(A/N oooh cliffhanger! I'll be back next week, I promise. I have the chapter written and it hasn't been deleted, I wrote this story like I was running out of time. And yes, the Hamilton references will continue to be non stop.

Have a nice week!

-Ottergirl)