Perseus Jackson, in short, was not fine. He was far, far, far from it. His fatal flaw, broken to pieces, his friends, abandoning him for newer, more popular people, and his relatives, either getting him to do jobs, go on quests, or try to console and pity him after the big breakup of the Seven. But yeah, it was fine. TOtAlLy fInE.
Nick Fury was having problems. His old paper files, somewhat recovered, and one had caught his eyes. Well, eye. But they could never find him.... well, them.
"Maria? Call the Avengers."