The Broken Hero (always an angel never a god)

Chapter 2

Percy P.O.V.

The others had seemed pretty surprised by his words and had quickly left the room. He'd been in there, staring at the four blank, dull walls for what could have been either five minutes or five hours when a guy with an eyepatch came in and decided it was time to play 'let's interrogate the demigod.'

"Ok, Perseus Jackson. I have a few questions for you, and you're going to answer them. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, that's up to you,"  Pirate man said, Percy was getting annoyed by him already so he started off with a weak wolf glare and the man flinched.

"hard way." Percy said with zero emotion in his voice. 

"You're choice will be noted," The man said, sounding at least a little exasperated already. "Shall we get started? I am director Fury."

"Which one? Alecto? Tisiphone? Megaera?" he asked snarkily. 

"What?" eyepatch asked, sounding genuinely perplexed. " Nevermind. As I was saying I have a few questions. Let's start off on an easy one, why did you blow a hole in the St. Louis arch?"

"That wasn't my fault," he said and the pirate man, Fury seemed thoroughly annoyed. He continued to question him. he proceeded to annoy him by not giving him the answers he wanted. This dragged on Fury, asking questions pertaining to his demigod life and Percy occasionally telling truthful answers that the man didn't believe in the slightest bit. This got Fury fed up enough that he eventually just up and left the room. It was yet another waiting game for Percy, this one thankfully not as long. The door to the room opened once again and walking American flag showed up instead of Fury. Percy remembered him as one of the guys who tried to capture him a while back and one of the people watching him when he woke up.  He knew he was most likely in a bad situation knowing that these people did capture him, but he also knew he could probably escape it, so he decided to let it play out and sent his brain into autopilot. he didn't think anyone was patriotic enough that they walked around wearing the flag but... ok, he was just going to have to roll with it. 

The flag smiled in a way the was supposed to be reassuring.

"Hello Percy, I'm Steve Rodgers, but most people know me as Capitan America. We've cleared up some of the story, you're not in trouble, but we want to get some grasp of what you can do, so a couple of us are going to come in here, get to know you, and do some tests. I'm going to test your strength." 

"So essentially I'm a lab rat now?" He asked flag man who laughed and shook his head. 
"Of course not! I just want to gauge your strength, so we'll do something simple, like....let's say we arm wrestle!"

Percy went along with it and arm wrestled the American flag for a bit, winning every time. Take that America. Steve determined that he got what he needed and left, so it was back to waiting, his *not* favorite thing in the world. 

He was still tapping his fingers on the table impatiently when the door opened again and another one of his captors, a walking tin can, walked in.

"Hey kid, I also don't think you're a terrorist now, woo hoo. I'm Tony Stark or probably better known as Iron Man. I'm sure you've heard about the tests, I'm going to test your agility, your going to try to dodge these light beams as I fire them at you ok. Don't worry, it's only set to stun so it won't hurt you if you get hit," the tin can, Tony, or he would technically be 'Iron Man' right now, said. He dodged every single one of the light beams with ease drawing on the water particles in the air to know where the beams were going to hit. None of them even came close to him. 

Next Clint came in with what appeared to be a gaming consul "Hey, Percy. You probably remember who I am but incase you somehow forgot, it's Clint. Since not everyone's comfortable with letting you out of this room right now we had to improvise for this test. I'm going to test your battle skills, we're going to play Call of Duty," Clint said, confirming that the box was in fact a video-game consol.