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His breathe was quick and his steps staggered. His body bloody and bruised, black and blue. His once bright sea-green eyes were cracked and tattered, the fear was taking over again.

He was struggling through the streets of the broken part of New York, trying to run from a living nightmare. He was afraid of what the male was going to do to him, the fat pig had promised he was going to kill him.

His clothes had tares in them from multiple beer bottles, the toxic glass cutting through the fabric and his skin. He had sweat plastered to his forehead, his hair was Greasy and already to his shoulders. His once tan skin, pale from weeks being stuck inside. His once strong 20 year old arms weak but still able to fight, only having survived on small portions of food here and there.

He had gotten to what he had used to call home just months before, he had come back from camp and the war to see his old step-father raiding the apartment and his mother dead, Paul gone.

He was to shocked to do anything at that moment, and when he finally came to his senses, he was already in Gabe's rusty car and on the way to broke-town, the broke down New York.

But now, he was running from his life,  trying to find a place to hide, hide from the monster chasing him, but he knew that this monster; was not one he could kill with his sword, this was his own personal demon.

Soon the teenager found himself in the lively streets of Manhattan, people around him gave him disgusted looks and avoided him like the plague. He didn't know where his legs were taking him, he just felt weak.

He looked behind him and saw the pig-headed man was no longer chasing him and he sighed, figuring the nasty male gave up and went back to his drugs and beer.

The ravenette looked around him, noticing he was now in Central park. He drooped, his shoulders slumping, he sat on an empty park bench. He looked around himself again, wrapping his arms around his torso tightly to keep him warm.

Suddenly, his senses heightened and he sat up straighter. He found himself aware of the 3 or 4 people around him, watching him.

He gasped as he felt some object on the back of his neck, his body weak to fight the drug of what had been shot into his neck.

His body went numb and fell to the side, "wha..." He mumbled as he felt himself fall against the bench roughly and his vision go black.

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When the boy next woke up, he had noticed that not only was he tied to a chair, but all of his wounds had been taken care of. Well, wrapped in bandages and cleaned.

He groggily opened his eyes, instantly closing them after wards from the bright luminescent lights.

He let out a low groan, pulling on his bonds, "not only is it rude to kidnap and tie someone to a chair, after tending to the hundred of wounds I must say, but it's even more rude when said person wakes up from a tranq nap to be blinded instantly from the bright ass lights." He said scruffily, opening his eyes slowly and squinting at the ceiling until his eyes became adjusted to the lights.

"Well, seems you are just great when you wake up." A voice rung throughout the room.

The male looked away from the ceiling and glanced around the room, noticing the people. His eyes landing on the man who spoke.

He rose a brow, analyzing him. He noticed the glasses and the purple button up, and the lab coat that was on his shoulders. His eyes went down a little further and he noticed the clip board.

"Why am I here?" The 20 year old asked, pulling on the restraints again, before hissing slightly.

A man in a black trench coat stepped out of the shadows, making the demigod look over at him. He furrowed his brows at the eye-patch, but didn't say anything.

"You're here, because you are dangerous. We've been trying to look for you the past 6 months. Though it seems you had disappeared from the earth completely." The dark man said.

"I was busy." He merely stated, going to look around the room again.

"Doing what exactly Perseus?" The man smirked, watching as Percy stiffened.

"Trying to escape from my nightmares." He snarled, giving the man a hard stare.

The large man rose a brow, "and what are those nightmares? They have seemed to make enough scars for you to run away from them."

"That's for me to know, and for your pirate ass to never find out. And for gods sake man! Let me out of these restraints before I start to hyperventilate." Percy said, struggling some more. "I don't know who you people are, I'm tied down like some animal, and it seems like your about to interrogate me."

The large man turned to the doctor in the room, before glancing at the one-way window where about 5 or 6 more people were. He sighed before walking over to the chair Perseus was tied down in, "if you even think of running away, we will find you and put some where you won't be able to get out."

Percy scoffed, rolling his eyes. The dark-skinned man glared before untying the restraints. As the man backed away, Percy rubbed his wrists.

"So, if you would tell me who you are, that would be great. I've been out of commission the last three years and I'm not up to date with the New York Times yet." He snarled, raising a brow.

"I am Nick Fury, and over there is doctor Bruce banner." Fury stated, pointing to the man in glasses and a lab coat. 

Percy's brows furrowed and his face scrunched up, he looked towards the doctor, his face suddenly turned bright, "I like your books Dr.Banner, they helped me get out of my boredom." he said, giving the man a smile. 

Bruce nodded, giving a small smile and a thank you. 

percy leaned back in his chair as he turned to the director, his hand reaching into his pocket and pulling out riptide. he fiddled with the pen, his ADHD playing part. "so, can i get a shower and something to eat before we start this whole, questionnaire thing? im feeling dirty and a little famished."  

as percy was talking, Bruce was writing down notes. taking in the boys posture, as in he wasn't completely relaxed and was ready to pounce at any moment; how the boy kept looking around the room with his eyes as if something would jump out of the shadows and attack him head on, and how he kept moving, ADHD he noted. 

fury sighed, nodding, he walked over to the wall and pressed the com, "rogers, take Perseus to his room and give him a set of clothes for a shower. while he's doing that, make him a sandwich."

percy spoke up, "I can get clothes from someone else. i have someone who can give me some, no need to use the captains." 

nick furrowed his brows at the teen, "and how do you expect to get those  clothes?" 

percy gave a mischievous smirk, one they have seen on someone else a plenty of times, "I have my ways, but i promise you i wont be leaving the tower. and, my closet will also be possibly full by the time i am done as well, i will also probably look different from now."

"and why is that?" fury asked confused, his brows furrowing deeper.

"if you have seen my file, than you would know that this pale lanky percy was the twelve year old me. so now, i am 20, and this stature is not me." percy stated. "now, if captain sparkles would get in here, i would like to take a nice, hot, soothing shower to get my tan and muscles back." 

Steve sighed from the other side of the wall and went over to the other room, grabbing percy by the arm and pulling him lightly up before the pair left and went on their journey.