How does one begin to describe the alleged Perseus Jackson? The first notion to come to mind is 'infamous'. Next would be 'dangerous'. He first came to the grid a decade ago. A nation-wide manhunt for a twelve year-old kid, along with a blonde and a crippled pre-teen. They managed to evade the authorities, which seemed impossible. But it was done.

Percy Jackson's name was cleared once police caught up with him. The preteen claimed that he and his friends were kidnapped. His battle with the muscular abductor was caught on tape—using firearms as clubs. What made SHIELD skeptical was the boy's skill, how he managed to take down a fully capable man with more muscle then a body builder.

Then again, the police could have intimidated the man. But it was no doubt that the kidnapper fled the scene wounded. He never appeared on the grid again. SHEILD suspicion was minimized until Percy Jackson blew up a school gym. This time, his accomplice was a large, possibly autistic boy with legal records that label him 'homeless'. SHEILD suspected a falsified past and took in further research on the adolescent, where they turned out to be wrong. This 'Tyson' had grown up homeless, and only recently acquainted Jackson.

The two vanished from the grid somewhere around Manhattan—that is when SHEILD sent in their first operatives to confront the matter. They reported in, notifying SHIELD that what they saw was no more than a mere strawberry farm run by a man restrained in a wheelchair. They chose not to bother the peaceful soul.

Over the next few years, sightings of Percy Jackson had seemed possible—credible. Up until the boy blew up a mountain at fourteen. SHEILD's monodrones sighted Percy Jackson hurtling through the sky from the eruption, charred clothing and whatnot. SHIELD suspected him dead after he crashed into the ocean. But when operatives scanned the sea for the boy, he was nowhere to be seen. Again, he vanished from the grid. SHIELD hesitantly labeled him deceased. They were wrong.

All this time SHIELD had observers monitor and bug Percy Jackson's house, a small apartment in Manhattan. His mother, Sally Jackson, seemed to have no knowledge of her son's actions, and she went about an ordinary life.

Just as SHIELD was about to take Sally Jackson in, all of her operatives within the City and Long Island zone fell asleep. All of SHEILD was completely venerable. There are many theories on what happened, invisible and odorless gas, but the sensors would have detected that. It was the perfect tourist attack, and nearly all of New York City was demolished upon awakening. Yet not one citizen was found dead.

Steve Rogers blinked before rubbing his temples. "You want me to find him."

SHIELD Director Nickolas J. Fury was seated behind the desk of his office, dark eyes gazing out the glass wall. The pentagon could be seen from the top floor, ion which they occupied.

"I have my best operatives prepped for the assignment." Nick Fury said before he spun in his swivel chair to face the captain. "All of my operatives except you."

Steve glanced back down at the file in is hands. He turned to page and examined Percy Jackson's bio. "What are you playing at, Fury?" He murmured. "He's vanished off the globe."

"'Vanish' does not change the fact that he is out there. And we have ensured his current location." Nick Fury tilted his head up slightly and raised his voice. "Computer, show me Observer C."

The wall behind Steve Rogers seemed to flash to life as the clear monitor shown a live image of a busy dirt road. Steve turned to face the monitor, watching the people in ragged clothing call out prices from stands in various languages. A kid on a bike drove by the camera, making it shake slightly before it focused on a man across the road.

Percy Jackson was dressed in a grey tank top and some khaki shorts. His hair was windblown and wild, his stubble indicating that he had not shaved in a few days. He seemed to be talking with a scrawny little Indian boy, who was lugging a cart full of dirty water.

"This is a live feed of Boa India, a crowded corner of the world near the coast." Nick Fury explained.

Steve Rogers watched as Percy Jackson handed the boy a wad of European currency, only to be turned down.

"He runs the length of the beach every morning from 6-7 o' clock, then tries bargaining for water." Nick Fury eased back down in his chair. "He owns a jeep he barely uses, his house is nothing more than a wooden shack. He has a journal but it's written in some ancient form of Greek, and our translator scans keep crashing whenever we make them run. That man is keeping secrets. Secrets I want to know."

Steve Rogers was silent. Percy Jackson had taken off his watch and handed it out to the little boy. The Indian lad took it and held out a jug of water for Jackson to take, who accepted gratefully.

"And what makes you think I want to be a part of this operation?" Steve Rogers turned to face Nick Fury. "Jackson is living a humble enough life now."

"Never trust a criminal." Nick Fury regarded the captain. "And why do I think you'll join us? I know you will join us because we suspect he is another volunteer for the 'super soldier' program."

Steve Rogers hesitated.

"He runs every morning, nonstop, at a full sprint for a complete hour without breaking a sweat. That is impossible by human standards." Nick Fury stood again and rounded his desk. "He recovers from his long runs remarkably. Last week he was swimming in a community pool. He went under…" The director came to a stop before Steve. "… didn't come back up for 50 minutes and when he did, Jackson was completely dry.

"Believe it or not, Rogers, but this man is impossible. And I don't like it."

Steve Rogers blinked before glancing back up at the monitor. Jackson was chugging down the water remarkably fast. "If I take him in… we question him my way. No torture, no dark rooms."

Captain kept his gaze on the young man. Something that edged just out of reach from the back of his mind… there. The nervous tick, a periodic glance over his shoulder. The drumming of his fingers. Steve Rogers did not see a criminal.

He saw a soldier.

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Please tell me what you think :) unfortunately, I have writers block on my other projects Dx if any of you have any good ideas on how to continue 'She's Out of your League' I'm more then willing to hear it! :D