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Agent Grace's heels clicked as she walked down the corridor of the New York's S.H.E.I.L.D base. She wore a grey pants suit, her raven hair was held in a messy bun and her blue eyes were trained on a report she was just about to file when someone bumped into her. She wore no makeup as now she never had any time. She had been charged with monitoring the Avengers Initiative after it was brought back. Agent Grace sighed and bent down to pick up her papers but the man she had bumbled into was faster. He handed her the file and smiled. He was dazzlingly handsome.

"Thank you, errh," She smiled slightly, awkwardly standing there, she had definitely seen him before. It would be best to pretend she didn't know him. It would be awkward to exclaim that she is constantly checking up on him.

"Steve, Steve Rogers ma'am." Steve held ot his hand. He was much warmer and more open than the Agent first anticipated. Sure she had seen him on files and screens but never in person. She thought that Captain America would be a little more reserved and cold. Not to mention his blonde hair and kind blue eyes, from this she deduced that he was quite moral, his character built on respect. She could like him; because within him she saw her little brother.

She took his hand and shook it, "Agent Grace." She looked straight at him, her electric blue eyes making him shiver, "Ha have to go but thank you again." Agent Grace left swiftly leaving a lingering smell of pine and ozone, a strange combination. She rushed into the control room to grab her bags when she noticed something familiar on the screen. She leant over the shoulder of the Agent who had opened the document.

"Go back, I need to check–" She startled him. He turned to face her before showing her the screen, "Never mind." Grace had been on the edge all month, she desperately needed a holiday. Walking out of the control room she tried to clear her head, she straightened her jacket and walked towards the open offices.

Agent Grace sat behind her desk, trying to type another report during lunch so she could finish the day early. That was until Director Fury threw a file onto her desk. She slowly looked up as he turned from her, "I need you to check all security cameras in New York."

"Director, why are you not on the Helicarrier?" She mentally slapped herself for the blunt question, however she'd always been like that.

To Fury's credit he stayed calm, "I'm going to ignore that. I also want you to find out about this guy." He gave her another file. She opened it and tried not to gasp. Fury turned to leave, "I hope there isn't a problem Agent Grace."

"No Director but," Fury stopped and turned slightly to face her. She ran her hand over the file quickly absorbing the information. All along she had the right to be on the edge, as a spy she had secrets. Everyone did, but this was something that should never have been brought to light. The life she had left behind to be normal. Or to feel as 'normal' as possible.

"What?" Grace stood shakily from her chair and nervously played with the lightning bolt necklace he had not noticed she had. Some wisps of black hair escaped from the bun and fell into her face.

"I know him, he was—is my cousin." She gripped the table tightly and let go, the splinters falling onto the floor. She breathed heavily, feeling bile rise in her throught. What had her idiot cousin done this time? He had always been a wild card, more so after their last...'ordeal'.

Director Fury was silent for a moment, looking at the broken desk, "Then I think you should talk to Agent Romanoff."

Agent Grace still shook and nodded, "May I please leave, I feel a little sick." Director Fury nodded and she stood up, grabbing the files and leaving quickly. She clutched her throbbing head as nightmarish images from the past that she had desperately tried to escape.

"'Tasha! 'Tasha! Hey!" Clint caught up to her, just as she was about to leave, "I wanted to talk to you."

"I hope it can wait, I have to go. Unless you're coming." Natasha gave him a once over, "I doubt it. Answer me this, what are you wearing." She snickered at the ridiculous pink shorts and green wife beater that Clint sported under his coat.

He looked down, just noticing his stupid looking attire and sighed, "Don't ask. Why are you going on a mission now, I thought you had a day off."

"So did I." Natasha muttered under her breath, "Apparently I don't. I'm not doing much anyway, Agent Grace is coming with me. Some family issues."

"Be careful, you know how family can screw you over." He playfully wagged a finger at her and she laughed.

"I'm always careful. Don't worry about me." She produced a gun from seemingly thin air, "I'm good." She put the gun back in the holster.

A little later Agent Grace joined them, giving Clint only a glance before walking out to her blue sports car, "Agent Romanoff would you like to join me?" Grace was incredibly assertive, and listening to her was quite pleasant if not a little bossy. Her words were almost hypnotic, almost. Natasha could hear that this tone came naturally, as if she was a natural born leader, used to being listened to.

Natasha looked over to Clint who nodded his approval and luck. She walked over and sat in the passengers seat.

Romanoff couldn't help but notice the strange symbols written on scrap paper and stuffed in corners and compartments. Grace had taken her coat off and all the way up her arms, different symbols decorated her ivory skin. She knew better than to ask, instead she opted for small talk, besides, Natasha knew nothing about Agent Grace.

"So, what's your name?"

Agent Grace looked incredulously over to Agent Romanoff, "I don't suppose you know. My S.H.E.I.L.D file dosen't have anything about me on it. I'm Thalia. And you Agent Romanov?"

"Natasha." She took a moment to process what Thalia had said, "What do you mean your S.H.E.I.L.D file has no information?" If S.H.E.I.L.D had hidden or destroyed her file why couldn't they do the same for her, her true identity would be better kept a secret. Though now was not the time for speculation, "Your cousin, am I right?"

"Yeah." Thalia gripped the wheel tighter and gritted her teeth. A sore subject perhaps but they needed answers that would more likely be provided by Thalia.

Natasha saw this and kept pressing for answers, "Perseus, how long since you last saw him?"

"Five years, we were sixteen, we are both twenty-one now." She kept her eyes on the road and glared out, "I would rather not talk about him."

"Bad memories?"

"You could say that." After that Natasha thought silence the best option.

When they arrived they were met with and expanse of strawberry fields and a large blue farm house. This was definitely not the address in the file.

"I think we're at the place. This is not—"

"New York, I know." She cut her off sharply, "This is Long Island. I know that he wouldn't be in New York today. It's the day before the summer solstice. He will be here."

Natasha got out of the car and walked straight towards the farm house, only to be stopped by an invisible barrier. She looked accusingly over to Thalia who looked down and muttered something under her breath. Romanoff put a hand up to check the barrier, and found it nonexistent and walked towards the farm house. On the left she thought she could have sworn she saw a kid clad in Ancient Greek armour.

"Ignore everything." Thalia then ran off in front, reaching the farm house in a few minuets. Natasha soon caught up only to find Agent Grace clutching her head and leaning against the porch. When Natasha approached she held out her hand in a dismissive gesture.

"I'm fine, just give me a second." She took a deep breath and composed herself before knocking on the door.

When the door opened Agent Grace suppressed a gasp at the tall dark boy and so let Natasha do the talking, "Hello I am Agent Romanoff and this is Agent Grace, we are from S.H.I.E.L.D and we would like to talk to Mr. Perseus Jackson."

The boy's dark hair fell into his dark chocolate eyes, he looked skeptically at them lingering on Agent Grace before uncertainly muttering, "Yeah, sure. I'll get him, come in I guess." He spoke lowly and quickly. Natasha looked over to Agent Grace who had seemingly disappeared. Natasha walked in and when the boy was out of earshot she began calling for Thalia.

"I'm here, do you need me?" She turned to see Agent Grace standing by the door.

"Yeah, we should stay together. I have a bad feeling about—"

"Hello?" What was it today with people cutting her off. "I'm Percy, you wanted to talk to me?" Percy looked different to what she first anticipated. She thought he would have rippling muscles, instead he was lean like a swimmer with inky black hair much like Agent Grace. He had bright green eyes and strong bone structure with pronounced cheekbones. All in all he was quite handsome.

Agent Grace stood by the door and Agent Romanoff took a few steps towards him and held out her hand, "Agent Romanoff, Mr Jackson I have a few questions that I would like you to answer."

He shook her hand warily, "Sure. Would you like to sit?"

"No no, just a few questions and then we will be leaving." She got out a notepad and pen, "What were you doing at S.H.E.I.L.D's helicarrier last week?"

Without missing a beat he answered, "A friend went missing." His eyes flickered over to Agent Grace.

"Do you want to tell us who that person is?"

"No." Natasha looked up over her note pad.

She leaned forward slightly, "It would be in both of our best interests if you tell me."

"I don't want to say."

'Stubborn as always' Thalia thought, 'Just I am or used to be'

"A few years ago, New York was found in ruin. No one knows what happened, it was like the area had fallen asleep."

Percy looked noticeably nervous, "What do I have to do with it?"

"Cameras and satellites outside, observing the city saw lots of fighting. The public were endangered and S.H.E.I.L.D was held accountable. It was investigated and you and a girl called Annabeth Chase were identified. Your names had come up more than once for damaging public property."

"How did you or your 'group' manage to disable the island of Manhattan?"

"I really cannot answer that." He looked down and clenched a fist.

"Then I don't have anymore questions. We will be leaving now. Agent Grace, you got everything?"

She nodded and opened the door, "Lets go. It was a pleasure Mr. Jackson."

Agent Romanoff nodded curtly to him and left swiftly behind Agent Grace.

What do you think? I've never done an avengers fic so, how did I do? Also leave ideas for the next few chapters, I don't have that many and I would like to continue it.

Edit: 7/24/13 — I don't really do much paring, but maybe a little light BlackFrost and Pepperony. Percabeth all the way.

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