Percy groaned as he sat up and rubbed his head, not sure where he was. Then he remembered getting captured by mortals and the interrogation in that blinding white room. Standing up, he was glad that he was unrestrained so at least he could move this time. He studied the cell around him. It was dark, like really dark. He couldn't see anything out of the cell. He frowned and rubbed his eyes thinking it was him, but opening them again didn't change much. Then his sight began to clear, showing walls that looked like glass. He could tell they were much stronger than ordinary glass. He wouldn't be punching his way out of this one. He could also see a gap around his prison to a catwalk. So he was suspended — no, he frowned realizing he was up higher than that. In fact, he was in the sky.
"Glad to see you awake." His head snapped up to see a group of people all in different costumes. He recognized that they were the ones he fought in the park. There were also people in dark blue uniforms that were almost black and all had guns pointed at him in a somewhat lazy fashion. Eyepatch stood with the group, waiting for a response from Percy.
"We're in the air?" Percy almost stated this question, like he already knew the answer. Some of them looked shocked that he figured it out, others didn't show they're surprise on their faces, but they were shocked all the same. Percy reached down to his pants hoping to find Riptide in his pocket as always, but he found nothing there. He looked down and saw he was wearing the same gray pants as earlier and a now matching shirt. Neither had pockets, and he was barefoot. He sighed.
"Yes, you are on the Helicarrier," said the pirate man, getting Percy to focus back on the people around the cell.
"Who are you guys?!" he asked more out of frustration and anxiety hoping Zeus wouldn't blast him out of the sky, since it wasn't Percy's fault that he was in his domain.
"We are the Avengers," proudly stated a man in an expensive suit and a goatee.
"The who?"
"You're kidding right?" the same man asked Percy, looking very confused, "You're telling me that you've never heard of the Avengers? Have you been living under a rock?"
Percy grimaced, "That's a nice way of putting it." Everyone looked confused or shocked.
"So, you haven't heard of Iron Man, Captain America or the Hulk?" the guy with the goatee persisted, confusion and surprise laced in his voice.
"Nope." Percy said, popping the p. "So what, now you come to question me some more, Mr. pirate?" Percy asked, changing the subject. The Director frowned, his eyes narrowing. He turned to the man with the goatee who pushed some buttons on the control panel. A door hissed open and a walkway extended to the opening.
Percy could see everyone tense as if waiting for him to try and escape. He decided to move experimentally. Everyone jumped and the agent's guns snapped back to him.
He chuckled, "Just checking.". He leaned back against the glass crossing his arm around his chest and watched as Fury approached.
Tony was barely holding in his laughter as he watched the agents relax slightly. He could see the smug satisfaction on Percy's face, as well as the badly concealed frustration in Fury's eye. Even Tony had jumped when the teen moved. He'd nearly slammed the doors shut on Fury. Despite what this kid was accused of, Tony couldn't help but feel a bit of fondness for him. But he was also wary of him.
"Very funny Mr. Jackson, I'm glad you can keep yourself amused." Fury said, keeping his voice devoid of emotion, the door closing behind him. "Everyone can leave besides a couple of the agents to stand guard," He ordered. The Avengers hesitated for a second and then left. They quickly made their way to the conference room to watch the interrogation.
"Perseus Jackson—"
"I told you it's Percy," He said, cutting off the director.
"Mr. Jackson, where are you from?" Fury questioned ignoring the kid's remark.
"New York." Percy stated a little too quickly. "But of course, you already knew that." He added.
"Tell me about your father." He demanded. Percy raised an eyebrow.
"Why do you want to know about my dad?" he questioned.
"The DNA tests we do seem to go haywire when we look at your father's part. Who is he?" Fury pressed.
"Why are you looking at my DNA?" Percy said, using a guarded tone.
"Answer the question. Who. is. your father?" Fury demanded, his eye narrowing at the teen who didn't look at all intimidated.
"I don't know, mom said he disappeared at sea before I was born." Percy shrugged. Fury's eye narrowed further.
"Why did he try so hard to dodge the question?" Sam remarked inside the conference room.
"He's hiding something," Nat answered.
"Well duh," Tony rolled his eyes, "Now shh, I want to hear this."
Back inside the room, Fury was still grilling Jackson for answers. "Where do you go every summer and some parts during the year?" Fury asked, deciding to change the subject a little.
"Camp," Percy quickly answered.
"That's not an answer," Fury insisted.
"Sure it is, it just isn't the one you want," Percy shrugged.
"What kind of game are you playing Mr. Jackson?"
"One that you are obviously bad at," Percy smirked. "And you call yourselves spies." The team was smirking at the kid's answers and the obvious frustration Fury was going through. Then Fury touched his hand to his ear and spoke something the team didn't catch.
"Be right there," Nat said as she walked to the door exiting the conference room. A few minutes later Natasha entered the cell. Percy's eyes narrowed as he carefully watched Black Widow as she made her way into the cell. Once again the door closed before she spoke.
"Mr. Jackson, it is in your best interest to cooperate," She started.
"What is this good spy, bad spy?" Percy put in, his eyebrows raised. He did not seem impressed.
"If you talk we can get you out of this cell and get you something to eat—" she probably would have said more but Percy snorted cutting her off.
"I was told never to accept candy from strangers especially when you know they are lying." Both Nat and Fury shared a glance. Natasha stepped forward. Percy's eyes narrowed but he didn't move.
"You and I are a lot alike." She started, her demeanor changing to a softer one, more relaxed.
"Oh really?" Percy questioned.
"Before I worked for SHIELD, I had a specific skill set and I didn't care who I used it for… or on." She paused, "I got on SHIELD's radar in a bad way, much like you."
"And then you're going to tell me you saw the light and the good in the organization and I should do the same," He cut off Black Widow again.
"Damn, this kid is good." Clint muttered, watching the exchange. Percy's facial expression didn't change much. In all the years he had known Natasha, not once had someone brushed off her interrogations like this.