Queenie: Hello, my lovelies, I'm here with yet another crossover, and I hope you all enjoy it.

The Greek Myths...are they really myths? Or is there perhaps some truth behind them? Are the Greek gods of Olympus real? If so, does that mean their legendary children, the half-bloods, are real was well? Well, I'm here to tell you that all the old Greek myths are true. That the gods of Olympus do exist, but so do the minor gods and goddesses that I believe never get enough attention.

Of course, I could be biased. I mean, I am the daughter of one of the minor goddesses. You're probably wondering who I am. Well, then let me introduce myself. The name is Kaira Cortez. I am the daughter of Tyche the Goddess of Luck and Chance. And let me tell you, life is sweet with the power of luck on my side. At least it was until I met the Star-Spangled Man with a Plan. The guy is a total buzzkill.

If you're confused, let's start back before I met the man known as Steve Rogers. When I was just a simple kid on the streets of New York. Hustling people for cash, messing with the law, and all the other general stuff that's fun, but not exactly legal. To be more specific it was around the time that I had first caught S.H.I.E.L.D's attention.

I let out a laugh as I once again dodged an arrow that had been sent flying my way. I then jumped down onto a fire escape to start heading down for the street. However, I saw a redheaded woman heading up the escape, which meant I had to change route. I just grinned unperturbed by this sudden change in my escape plan because I was having too much fun. I hurried up instead of down with the woman trying to catch up. I made it to the top of the roof while running across it with the idea of jumping to the next building in my mind.

However, I was stopped by three arrows that nearly tagged me if I hadn't jumped back in time. I looked across the street to a higher building, and I saw an archer there with another arrow already notched in his bow. The helicopter that had also been a part of this chase hovered over the building with my hair whipping around me due to the wind caused by the spinning propellers. The side of the helicopter opened with a man in a suit, who I thought of as a friendly acquaintance by now, leaning out partially as he held a megaphone to his mouth.

"Kaira Cortez, this is once again Agent Phil Colson of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Linguistic Division." He said.

Man, that's a mouthful, isn't? I would hate to try and say that five times fast. I'm sure I'd mess up. They should really change that. I'm sure Phil gets tired of saying that every time he sees me. Yeah, I've had a few run ins with him before.

"Please, stand down. We only wish to talk to you, Miss Cortez." Phil continued. "Please, do not make us use force. Allow Agent Romanoff to escort you to the car waiting down the street. Please, do not make me give the word to Agent Barton to take you down."

I just continued grinning as I glanced over at the redhead who I guessed was Agent Romanoff. She had finally caught up, and was waiting off to the side with her body ready to strike if she had to. I glanced around wondering what my possible exists were. The most promising was jumping over to the next roof, but that archer, who's I'm guessing is Agent Barton, was very good. He could have an arrow in me before I could even make the jump. Then Romanoff was a problem as well. Not to mention the copter….wait…the copter.

"Miss Cortez, please, just come with me." Romanoff said in a calm voice. "We don't wish to cause you any harm."

I looked back at the older woman as she took a few steps towards me, which meant I needed to make my new and fast.

"Honestly, I don't care what your intentions are." I said finally speaking. "The only reason I ran in the first place was to test my luck and have a little bit of fun."

Romanoff seemed confused by what I said. I just flashed her a grin before running forward towards the helicopter. I heard Romanoff shout behind me to stop since what I was doing was dangerous, but that's just what makes everything fun. I jumped towards the helicopter that should have been impossible for me to reach, but I managed to snag the right landing gear. The pilot jerked up as if startled, and I vaguely heard Phil yelling at him to stop. The helicopter pilot took a moment to level the copter, but that jerk was enough to get us over the buildings on the other side of the street. I looked up at Phil who was holding out his hand to me.

"Hey, Phil, what do you think the chances are of me surviving if I let go right now?" I asked.

"Miss Cortez, please just take my hand." Phil said. "Don't make this any harder on yourself."

"Why would I do that when I'm having so much fun?" I asked laughing.

I then let go of the landing gear to drop down towards the building below. I did a tuck and roll to prevent the landing from being too hard. Once I was on my feet again, I was dashing off. I jumped over to the next building while narrowly avoiding being hit by an arrow that Baron sent my way. I glanced over my shoulder seeing he was now pursing me. I grinned as I looked forward again as I didn't break my run. I made it to another fire escape, which I quickly managed to get down before hitting the street.

I was quick to pull my hoodie out of my bag to pull over me. I pulled up the hood before easily blending in with the crowd. I grinned guessing I gave them the slip again. Those guys have been trying to bring me in for the last year and a half. First it was only Phil and few other guys in suits. Now he brought in two new players. The redheaded Agent Romanoff and the archer named Agent Barton. They seemed like they were big league players, which meant this little game of cat and mouse just got more fun for me.

"I guess it's time to return to camp." I said to myself. "Chiron won't be happy that I left without permission again. Mr. D's going to be upset that I'm returning in one piece though."

I laughed just picturing the cherub looking god as he sat in his chair on the porch of the Big House with a look of disappointment on his face. I know how much he looks forward to us, half-bloods, getting killed. Or at least he gives off that kind of vibe. I'm sure he cares about us deep down…maybe. And maybe Chiron won't be so mad when he sees that I managed to recover Apollo's lyre, which he had somehow managed to misplace….again.

The rumor he was out enjoying the company of a few dryads when he last saw it. I had heard from Will, whose Apollo's second eldest living child at the moment, about the missing lyre when I overheard him and Austin, who's another one of Apollo's sons, speaking about it. When I asked for more details when I paused to speak with them, Will told me the general location those dryads were, and apparently it had been in a park in Manhattan. I had told the boys I'd try finding it while I was out, and I had. I pat the bag resting on my hip where the lyre was safely tucked away.

"Maybe once I return it to Apollo he'll let me take the Sun Chariot out for a spin." I said grinning.

Now that would be a lot of fun. I started humming to myself as I continued walking. I could whistle for the Chariot of Damnation to pick me up, but after misplacing my stomach on last ride, I think I'll take a bus or regular taxi cab. Besides, Long Island wasn't far from where I was, and then it didn't take long to get to the camp once entering Long Island, so it wouldn't cost me that much human money. As I walked towards the closest bus stop, I wondered how long Phil and his group would continue trying to catch me. I wondered if this little game would last for a while, or if someone's luck would run out.

NO POV:

"We lost her?" Phil asked.

Clint and Natasha nodded their heads as they stood in front of Phil while standing in his office. They had returned to the New York HQ after they lost the target.

"We lost her the moment she got in Long Island after she got out of the cab she grabbed when she finished riding her fifth bus." Clint asked. "She never stayed on one for too long. She made sure to take precautions. Then once she was in Long Island, I think she could tell she was being followed because she ducked inside a café. We staked it out for an hour, but there was no sign of her, so we went in…she got out somehow…no idea how."

Clint honestly didn't know how this kid was so lucky. It was pure luck she got away from them in the first place. She was completely surrounded, but she pulled that risky move that shouldn't have worked. However, it did work. Then she managed to give them a slip by somehow slipping out of that café without being seen, and he had sharp eyes.

"Sir, may I ask why our agency is interested in this girl?" Natasha asked.

She didn't want to sound too bold since she was still a bit knew around here. It hasn't been that long since Clint brought her in, and Fury decided to give her a chance.

"This girl has broken into probably every bank in the state of New York, and then some more across the U.S. But she always puts the money back," Phil said as he looked down at the picture of their target.

A young Hispanic girl, who looked to be in her mid-teens, was shown in the photo with rich black hair that fell past her shoulders in waves and dark brown eyes. She had a barely notable scar going down under her right eye, and it went down her cheek to her chin.

"She's robbed Casino's blind as well." Phil continued. "Never has been caught except on camera, and that's when she stops to pose."

"So she steals money and puts it back. She's obviously a kleptomaniac." Clint said. "Why are we trying to take her out?"

Phil sighed then looked up from Kaira Cortez's photo to look at the two agents in front of him.

"At first it was only stealing money for kicks from banks." Phil said. "None of that got her on our radar…not in a big way anyway. No, Fury took an interest in her when she broke into the White House."

Clint looked surprised. A kid like her broke into the White House on her own? Phil shifted through the photos and papers on his desk before picking one up to hold out to Clint and Natasha. Clint took it while looking at it to see a picture of Kaira throwing out a peace sign at the camera that took the image.

"She only stole a marker, and purposely got caught on the camera. She even posed as you can see." Phil said. "Then got a copy of the picture from the security room. Signed it 'K.C was here' with the marker she stole then put the signed photo in the oval office on the President's desk as he was away on business. She even put the marker back before waltzing out of there with no one noticing."

Clint let out an impressed whistle as Natasha frowned. She didn't understand what was going on through this girl's head. She was only doing all these things for fun? When Natasha spoke to her earlier, Kaira has only said she ran to test her luck…was everything she's doing for that same purpose?

"She hasn't hurt anyone though." Clint said as he put the picture down. "So why does Fury want her taken out?"

"He doesn't." Phil said. "The Council see her as a threat to national security, and they want her taken care of. They actually want her alive for questioning. However, Fury doesn't want to arrest her…he wants to recruit her. He thinks she could be of use to our agency."

Clint nodded his head guessing he could understand. She'd definitely be an asset. She'd make a great intel agent if she's really as good as she appears to be at getting into places, and Clint's sure with some training she could become a great field agent in general.

"How much information do we have on her?" Natasha asked. "Is there any sign that she's had special training?"

"No." Phil said as he pulled out a file that had Kaira's name on it. "Kaira Cortez was born on April 1st in south Texas, but not in any known hospital. Her father took the hospital on April second to get her checked out by a doctor who then filled out her birth certificate. No mother is listed, and there's no sign of Kaira's mother ever being present in her life."

Clint frowned wondering what kind of mother wouldn't show up in their kid's life at least once.

"Kaira lived a relatively normal childhood until the death of her father when she was five." Phil continued. "Apparently he had tuberculosis. Kaira's grandparents were deemed by the state to be too old to care for her, and since her mother never came forth to claim her, Kaira was sent into the system and placed in foster care."

Clint's frown deepened. It sounds as if this kid has really had it rough, and all Clint's heard is up until she was five.

"After that she went from foster home to foster home." Phil said. "Apparently, none of her foster families wanted to keep her long. Many complaints about weird occurrences happening around Kaira that made them uneasy."

"Weird occurrences?" Clint asked. "Like what?"

"Like bad things would happen around Kaira." Phil said. "There was a house fire in her first home, and even though most of the family had been trapped inside…Kaira had been found outside the house without a single mark on her. There was many times where shady characters were reported to follow Kaira around, and every time they came to close to her something would happen. One man got ran over when following Kaira across the street, and the witnesses swear there hadn't been a vehicle seconds before. A tree limb fell onto another man as Kaira was walking through the park. Many things like this happened, but Kaira never got a scratch every time."

Natasha and Clint wondering how this girl could be so lucky through the years. However, Clint didn't understand why her foster families sent her away just because a few odd things happening. It didn't look as if the girl was any harm to them.

"And Kaira was a bit of a trouble child." Clint said. "She had been in and out of several schools, but by the time she was twelve it was unknown where Kaira was living. She hasn't had a home address since then, and ran from her latest foster family. She's now fifteen. She was MIA for a year before a man named Mr. Brunner enrolled her in a public middle school in Long Island when she was thirteen. However, he hasn't given an address in any of her paperwork, and the numbers he gave the school are apparently no longer in use since we tried them with no luck. And besides, attending schools and getting kicked out of schools, we don't have much of an idea of what she does in her personal life beside when she's out doing something for thrills."

This girl was getting more and more mysterious the more they learned about her.

"We should assume she lives somewhere in the area." Natasha said. "She did head there after she thought she gave us the slip the first time. Then she has to know the area if she managed to really shake us off. Not to mention she'll have to return to school once the summer ends."

Clint nodded in agreement. Of course, even if Long Island wasn't that big…it still had a lot of ground to cover.

"We'll run into her again." Clint said. "I'm sure this all seems like a big game to her, and I plan to win."

He honestly wanted to bring this girl in…it sounded if she never had a stable family or parental figure to turn to. He guesses he just felt the need to pull this girl under his wing kind of like he had done with Natasha. He was sure Kaira would make him work for it though, but he'd win in the end.

KAIRA'S POV:

I hummed to myself as I walked through camp Half Blood. After getting thoroughly scolded by Chiron, he let me go with a warning since I had brought back Apollo's lyre. Apparently if I pulled another disappearance stunt again, I'd be assigned to stable duty for a year. Actually I wouldn't mind too much. Yes, cleaning horse crap wasn't enjoyable, but I liked chilling with the horses and…Pegasuses? Pegasai? Pega-something. I'm not sure which.

"Hey, Kaira, you're back!"

I paused in my walk to turn my head to see the Stoll brothers heading my way. I grinned waving at the two of them. When they reached me, the three of us exchanged handshakes.

"So, have any fun while you were out?" Conner asked grinning.

"You could say that." I said shrugging. "Those Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Linguistic Division guys found me again and chased me through Manhattan as I was heading back to return Apollo's lyre."

Good thing one of my babysitters weren't there with me. I actually have many, but I always manage to give them the slip. However, Mena (OC from other story) is hard to shake, and once she gets her hands on me, well…not even my luck can save me then. But last I heard the eldest daughter of Ares was off on a quest, so I was in the clear.

"They really need to shorten their name." Travis said.

"Tell me about it." I said.

I then asked them what they had been up too while I was gone, and they explained they had pulled another huge prank on the Aphrodite cabin. It was like the golden apple incident all over again apparently, and only Kalista could calm her siblings down in the end. I laughed because that had been very humorous. As we were walking together, we ran into one of my least favorite people.

"Kaira, I heard you went out again without permission." Annabeth said as she walked up to me with Percy, who is still pretty new here, and Grover with her.

The two guys looked at me apologetically while obviously not wanting to bother me. I didn't get upset with them because it's not like they can control Annabeth. The only ones Annabeth ever listen to his Chiron, Mr. D, and her older sister Circe.

"Yeah, I did." I said. "And before you start the lecture, don't you think it's hypocritical that you get onto me for leaving camp without permission when you have done it. In fact, I think the quest a couple weeks ago, which was your first, you went on was without permission."

Annabeth's face turned a little red in what was probably out of embarrassment because she knew I was right, and anger because I had the "gall" to talk back to her. This girl is three years younger than me, so it wasn't like she was superior to me. Oh, wait she is because she's the daughter of one of the great Olympians while I'm the lowly daughter of a minor goddess. I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts. I really couldn't stand the campers who had a superiority complex.

The children of Ares being a different story since they think they're superior to everyone even fellow children of the Olympians because they think their father is the best god in general. So in a way they don't discriminate by just how high up on the "food chain" a camper's godly parent is. Annabeth, though denying she isn't, is one of those campers who look down on kids from minor gods and goddesses like myself.

"What I did was for the good of the camp." Annabeth said. "If you forgot, my first quest with Percy was—"

"Very important, yeah, yeah." I brushed her off. "Believe me, everyone in camp knows about all the first quest of Percy Jackson, who is not only a new camper but the son of Poseidon, that you happened to tag along on because you wanted to prove yourself. It wasn't out of the goodness of your heart, so don't act all high and mighty."

Annabeth narrowed her eyes at me as Percy and Grover stood behind her looking a bit nervous.

"Cat fight~" Conner and Travis sung from behind me.

I met Annabeth's gaze without flinching as I stood there in a relaxed manner. I wasn't afraid of Annabeth Chase of all people. In fact, I couldn't stand Annabeth Chase because she's one of those "holier than thou" people. Those people, who apparently have never done anything wrong in their lives and look down on everyone else, which annoys the hell out of me. I've been told there's more to Annabeth than what I see of her, but I can't get past her annoying traits to get to know her. And apparently I rub her the wrong way just as much as she does me. I don't see us ever being friends.

"You're just jealous that you've never been on a real quest." Annabeth said. "Chiron never trusts you with one since you're always goofing off."

I just blinked wondering if she was just pointing that out to point it out, or if she was actually trying to hurt my feelings with that line.

"I've never been assigned at actual quest from Chiron that's true." I confessed. "But I've went on enough of them to satisfy my need for adventure. And I believe Chiron trusts me when it counts the most. Besides, I don't really care, so say what you want about me. Sticks and stones, Annie."

Annabeth's glare darkened at me, and I grinned knowing I struck a nerve. She really hates being called Annie.

"Can you take anything seriously?" Annabeth asked. "I heard your "adventures" has caught the attention of the government. What if they track you down here? You could put all of us at risks, and we really don't need that now considering everything has been set into motion."

I sighed wishing she'd just stop talking. I know what I'm doing. If I thought the government could follow me here, I wouldn't come back. I'm not stupid. And I'm well aware of all that's happening. Luke turned traitor and tried to start a war by stealing Zeus's thunderbolt, which is something even I wouldn't do. Percy, who everyone thought was the thief, stopped his plan with the help of Grover and Annabeth. It wasn't found until later though that Luke was a traitor when he left camp after poisoning Percy. Now we have no idea where he is, but everyone has the feeling that this isn't over by a long shot, which has some on edge.

"Well, since there's no chance of that happening, I'm not going to worry about it." I said as I started walking past her. "And I suggest you not lose sleep over worrying about it."

"Everyone's luck runs out eventually, Kaira." Annabeth called after me. "Even yours."

I stopped walking for a moment with a frown on my face. I shook my head as I started walking again.

"Tch, the day that my luck runs out will happen when the gods lift the law that forbids them from interacting with their kids." I called over my shoulder.

I walked through the camp with my destination being Hermes's cabin since children of the minor gods and goddesses don't have their own cabins to call home. I really needed a nap to sleep off the headache that dealing with Annabeth left me.

Later in the day after my nap, I sat on the docks to look out at the lake that glimmered as the sun was getting ready to start setting. I had my knees drawn to my chest as I hugged them loosely with my arms. It was relatively quiet with the sound of nature and the distant sounds of the campers in the background. It was nice and peaceful. I could watch the nymphs in the water swimming around, and some waved to me as they passed by. I would smile lightly and wave back every time since the nymphs were nice creatures that were always kind to me.

I let out a soft sigh before hearing hooves tapping the deck. I turned seeing my satyr friend Twig, whose real name was Freidan but everyone calls him Twig, heading my way. Twig looked about seventeen though he's much older. He had long wavy black hair that he keeps in a loose ponytail and a black goatee on his chin. His eyes were a dark blue that popped when compared to his tanned skin. He was also rather tall and muscular compared to some satyrs.

"I heard you finally came back." He said as he reached my side.

He sat down beside me while looking down at the water as I turned back to look at it myself.

"Did you get bored?" He asked.

"Maybe I got homesick." I said. "Maybe both."

He hummed in reply as we enjoyed the feel of nature around us. I wasn't a child of Demeter, but I'd take the woods and nature over the concrete jungle of New York any day.

"I heard from the Stoll brothers that that agency caught up to you again." Twig said.

I sighed really hoping I wasn't about to get a lecture from my best friend/brother figure.

"Do you know why they want you yet?" Twig asked. "Do you think they know what you are?"

"No." I said honestly. "I don't think they know what I am. I think it completely has to do with how I broke into the White House."

Twig shook his head with a sigh leaving his lips. Yeah, he hadn't been too happy to hear I managed to get myself into the oval office. Chiron hadn't been either. I stayed on stable duty for months for that one. I got out of it by going on a quest—without permission—to recover one of Hecate's stolen spell books that apparently had a lot of important and dangerous spells in.

I brought it back to camp, and it was put in the care of Rhea (OC from different PJO crossover), who is the eldest daughter of Hecate. She had been so grateful she talked Chiron into rewarding me, and I've caused her a lot of trouble in the past. She is one of my babysitters after all.

"Maybe you should hang around here for a while." Twig said. "It's not like Chiron is going to let you go after the stunt you pulled by leaving without permission again. You can participate in the games coming up. I'm sure Mena would like the challenge, and Corissa needs the company now after everything that's happened."

That was true. I was "grounded" to camp for at least a few months…if I actually behaved and didn't run off.

"I don't know." I said. "I might. Depends on if I get bored or not."

"I guess that means you'll be leaving in a week or so." Twig said with an exasperated sigh. "You're way more trouble than you're worth."

I let out a laugh knowing that he wasn't being serious…at least not completely. Twig chuckled shaking his head as we continued sitting together on the dock. He was right though…I probably wouldn't stay here much longer.

"Just be careful, okay?" Twig asked. "We don't know what's going to happen in the following months, but we all have to be careful."

"Don't worry about me, Twig." I said. "You know me…I always beat the odds."