Chapter 1: When Buried Pasts Are Unearthed…Two- No, Three Worlds Collide

(Sort of prologue [explaining how Harry and Percy reached joining S.H.I.E.L.D ])

Summary: Au with different endings to the books, Harry and Percy suffer greatly from their separate wars. Each of the flee from their respective pasts and individually join an American spying agency named S.H.I.E.L.D as assassins. Kraken (Percy) and Basilisk (Harry) become well-known legendary rivals within the agency until they are partnered together and realise that they are the perfect team. But how well can they hide their secret pasts? Hp/PJO/Avengers(ish)

WARNINGS: Death, probably torture, pain, wars, swearing, major plot change, SPOILERS, possibly slash relationships, weapons…rated T for now.

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Harry Potter-

Harry abruptly stopped pacing in a circle, thus forcing Voldemort to stop with him. His voice resonated around the silent hall. All the people in the room were collectively holding their breath; the tension was so thick you could barely walk through it. One of the reasons Harry stopped pacing actually.

"The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy."

Blank shock showed on Voldemort's face for a moment, but then it was gone.

"But what does it matter?" he said softly. "Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: we duel of skill alone…an after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy…"

"But you're too late," said Harry. "You've missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took this wand from him."

Harry twitched the hawthorn wand, and he felt the eyes of everyone in the Hall upon him.

"So it comes down to this doesn't it?" whispered Harry. "Does the Elder Wand know that its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does…I am the true master of the Elder Wand."

A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them, as an edge of dazzling sunlight appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit them both of their face at the same time, so that Voldemort's was a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he, too, yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided.

Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last. And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy's shell.

One shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended: and then the tumult broke around Harry as the screams and the cheers and the roars of the watchers rent the air.

The fierce new sun dazzled the windows as they thundered toward him, and the first to reach him were Ron and Hermione, and it was their arms that were wrapped around him, their incomprehensible shouts that deafened him.

Then Ginny, Neville, and Luna were there, and then all the Weasleys and Hagrid, and Kingsley and McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout, and Harry could not hear a word that anyone was shouting, nor tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing in, all of them determined to touch the Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last —

When suddenly there was a blinding flash. The area around Harry began to heat up. Harry himself could not move and could only watch in horror as the people surrounding him tried to back away. An invisible fire seemed to be spreading round the Hall; no one could escape it.

Harry desperately tried to stop whatever it was, but he had no control over it. A searing pain shot through his body and he convulsed painfully. His body started to burn and his limbs flailed wildly as he writhed in agony.

His eyes screwed closed and his entire tensed body could do nothing against the onslaught.

The pain started to overwhelm his body, it felt like he had drunken a cauldron of Skele-Gro and was re-growing his entire body. He finally succumbed to the pain as the waves of darkness weighted his eyelids.

Percy Jackson-

Percy had long since stopped trying to distinguish between his tears of pain and tears of anger, let alone wipe them off his face.

He slashed wildly at the waves and waves on monsters that were relentless. He heard his father scream in pain.

Gods may not have the ability to die, but they can certainly feel pain.

Tears ran so thickly down his face as he cut through the enemy lines, it was becoming more and more difficult to see. The image of Thalia's broken corpse flashed through his mind as he fought with renewed vigor.

The final battle against Gaia had looked bad to start with, but now it looked hopeless.

"Pe-Percy," panted out Poseidon from where he was slicing at his respective giant. "Percy c-call Bessie, it-it's our only chance."

Percy froze at that, crying out in agony as a monster took that moment of weakness as an opening. Bessie? Who's Bessie? Even his thinking was strained now; his brain felt like it was going to implode with just the pressure of thinking.

He gritted his teeth and grabbed a shield from the floor from a fallen demigod. He pierced two monsters with one thrust as he parried the blade of another.

"Perseus!" yelled Athena from somewhere in the battlefield.

That got Percy's attention. Athena? Why was she talking to him? He skillfully dodged the spear thrown dangerously close to him.

"Perseus, you must summon the Ophiotaurus! Use its power to aid this battle!" Athena's shouts sounded faint over the noise of the battle, but Percy heard it.

Ophiotaurus? Who- Oh. Percy remembered, the animal who's entrails (when sacrificed) would give the one who did it enough power to overthrow the Gods. How would he summon a sea-cow in the middle of a battle though?

And why was he the only one who coul- oh. Percy gulped down his dry throat as he realised that all the other children of the Big Three where dead.

Cold fury clenched inside him. He was going to avenge them, Thalia, Nico, Jason, Hazel, plus all the others that were lost; he didn't care how, if it meant sacrificing the Ophiotaurus, so be it.

He winced as an arrow managed to pierce through the armour on his back.

His father had recently informed him of a way of travelling that children of Poseidon could do called vapour travel, which consisted of transporting your molecules through the water in the air. He had never done it before in his life, but it was the only way of getting out at the moment. He didn't imagine that it would be that difficult to shadow travelling, Percy remembered Nico teaching Hazel the basics of shadow travelling once.

Focus all your thoughts on that one place. Where did he want to go? The beach? Seemed like a good idea, he could easily call Bessie from there. Imagine yourself being there. Try with all your will power to consciously transport yourself there. To get there you must become on with the shadows. Well, in this case, water. You have to envision yourself as the shadows, not pretending to be part of it, but actually part of the shadows. Water. And then picture yourself at that place having dissolved into the shadows and come out the other side.

Percy didn't find it that difficult to envision himself as part of the water. The tricky bit was trying to do it whilst getting attacked by a monster army.

You can always try again, and it is very difficult so there is no need to be disappointed if you can't make it the first time.

Nico's words echoed around Percy's head hauntingly, as if mocking him. He could not try again with this, he had one chance, and he would make it the first time.

Harry Potter-

The pain was still fresh and sore in his aching body.

He forced his eyes open to come face to face with exactly the same room/place he had been shortly beforehand.

The empty Kings Cross Station looked exactly the same sans the fact the it was lacking Dumbledore. Harry's mind was whirling. What had just happened? He had just killed Voldemort, right? So why was he here again? Last time, part of him, well, part of Voldemort had died; now it was gone. Was he...dead?

"No." a voice said.

Harry turned around slowly.

Standing in front of him was a hooded figure. They looked very cliché with a long, trailing black cloak, face hidden in shadows and even an overly large metal scythe to complete the picture. He looked rather strange but was too intimidating for Harry to question how he dressed. Or at least not fully:

Harry blinked. "Doesn't the Grim Reaper dress like that?"

The figure titled it's head. "The Grim Reaper?"

"You know, the guy who comes and collects you when you die?" said Harry.

The figure laughed slightly chillingly. "I was not aware that I had that name. I suppose the Grim Reaper dresses like this then, because I am essentially what you just said the Grim Reaper is."

"But..." frowned Harry. "Didn't you just say that I'm not dead?"

The figure nodded. "I did."

There was a lengthy pause before Harry realised that this figure was not going to expand without any more prompting.

"So...if you collect dead people...and I'm not dead...then why are you here? Or why am I here?" explained Harry.

The figure sighed. "You are not aware of why I am here?"

Harry hesitated. "Uh...no?"

The figure groaned. "Great. After all these years, when it finally happens, you don't even know about it."

"Um...sorry?" he said uncertainly, not sure of how to respond to this imposing figure.

The figure suddenly sank low into a bow at Harry's feet. Harry almost recoiled in shock. "Harry James Potter. I pledge to thee as Death itself, my loyalty and unwavering allegiance. You have rightfully earned the title of my master and I shall be bound to thee forever more. You have already undergone the change to undertake the role. You have brought yourself to the title by alining the Three Hallows and using each one in turn."

Harry just gulped and looked confusedly at the figure. "I'm sorry," he croaked, "What?"

The figure groaned and looked close to putting their head in their hands. "Wow. You could have at least been a smart one if you are to be my master."

"Well excuse you! I'm sorry if I'm not that quick at the moment, I'm still not quite sure if I'm dead or not." Harry frowned, still not fully grasping the situation. "You mentioned that master bit earlier...what the hell does that mean?"

"It means that you are my master." deadpanned the figure, who had obviously chosen to be as unhelpful as possible.

Harry gave him a sarcastic look, well duh. "And who exactly, are you?"

"Death."

Harry drew back quickly, gaping at him. "Wait, what?"

'Death' gave a long suffering sigh. "It means, you inarticulate bumble, that when you gained and used all three of the Deathly Hallows, you became my Master. The Master of Death."

Percy Jackson-

The second that the Ophiotaurus' entrails hit the fire, Percy's body exploded in waves of pain. His limbs felt like they were dissolving down to the bone, before new layers of muscle grew at an excruciating speed, rebuild his body. He screamed as power and magic infused it's way into his body.

He collapsed and could do nothing but twitch in the floor and the agony seared its way through his body.

After a couple of minutes Percy was lying on the floor, the pain slowly ebbing away He felt sluggish yet extraordinarily powerful. He had no need to heal himself from the earlier battle as he had not only healed his muscles, he had completely regrown them.

Panting hard, Percy knew that as much rest that he needed now, he could not. He had to go and aid the rest of his surviving friends in the still very large and world-threatening war.

As he stood up, Percy felt like he could take on the army by himself, despite the fact that he was half asleep. Power flowed through his veins, he felt impossibly powerful, like he could command the earth itself and it would obey.

He water vapour travelled back into the battle field to wreck destruction on Gaia's army and Gaia herself.

Harry Potter-

Once Harry had understood the concept, he happily agreed to go back into the world go the living.

He froze when his eyes opened to greet the scene before him. Every single witch and wizard in Hogwarts lay on the the floor. Motionless and lifeless.

"What! No, no, no!" cried Harry. "What happened?""

Death hesitated for a second. "You must have unleashed some of your death powers unknowingly due when you gained them, it was probably too much for you to cope with."

The icy hands of despair clutched at his heart as he saw multiple ginger heads lying unmoving on the floor. Frizzy brown hair and many others lay with them.

Tears streaked down his face as he ran, stumbling, over to Ron and Hermione. "No! Please no." he whimpered at the sight of his best friends corpses completely unmoving.

Death looked away, not wanting to look at its new master who was trembling in disbelief. "I am sorry master, but they have already moved on."

Sheer disbelief twisted into to raging fury as Harry turned and glared at the hooded figure.

"Well? You are death are you not? Bring them back." he yelled at it.

Death could not look up to meet his eyes. "I cannot."

Harry growled. "Yes you can. You are death, I am your master, obey me."

Death remained in silence.

Harry ran forward and grabbed the front of his cloak in a fist; all thoughts of fear and pain out weighed by the deaths of his friends. "BRING THEM BACK!"

"Master, I told you, I cannot."

Harry sneered. "So then you are not in control of death then?"

"I am." said Death almost haltingly.

"Then why can't you bring them back." hissed Harry.

Death sighed at looked at Harry as if the words he spoke brought him pain. "Master, in order to receive the title, The Master of Death, you must undergo and give forth massive sacrifices."

Harry looked at him incredulously. "What? You think I haven't given enough sacrifices?" He laughed bitterly and gesture to the walls around him. "I just fought a war, and you are telling me I haven't suffered enough?"

Death looked away again."That is different master. The transition to immortality is a dark and painful route, you must go through many trails to prove to the Ancients that you are worthy of the title."

Harry blinked multiple times. "Wait what?" he let go of Death's cloak who dusted himself off. "I'm immortal? Who are the Ancients?"

"I know not who they are my master, but they have approved of your name in the title."

Harry growled again. "I don't want to be immortal! All my friends are dead! Is there no way of reversing it? So that I am normal and my friends are alive?"

Death shook its head solemnly. "I am very sorry master but there is no way of reversing it; if the Ancients have declared it so, then there it must be. And even if I could bring your friends back, then you would no longer be my master and they should be dead, as they are now, so I would collect them - and you could not stop me. So there is out way out of this.

Percy Jackson-

Percy fought mercilessly and cut through the ranks like they were butter. He made his way ruthlessly and with deadly efficiency toward where Gaia was slowly rising from the Earth.

She was almost fully emerged and suddenly Enceladus (the giant to oppose Athena) turned away from the fray. "THE DAWN OF THE FEAST OF SPES HAS ARRIVED. BOW DOWN TO YOU MOTHER YOU BRAINLESS CHILDREN! YOU WERE FOOLISH TO EVEN ATTEMPT TO FIGHT AGAINST HER. TODAY WE SHALL EMBARK ON A NEW ERA OF HER OWN LIKING. AND WE SHALL NOW PERFORM THE FINAL SACRIFICE, NECESSARY FOR HER WAKE. LOOK TO YOUR TRUE QUEEN LITTLE ONES."

He propelled his spear downwards into a helpless female demigod who let loose a gurgled scream.

"THE BLOOD OF OLYMPUS HAS BEEN SPILLED. THE ERA OF GAIA HAS BEGUN!" declared Enceladus triumphantly.

Percy felt himself loosing hope as Gaia's wake speeded up tenfold and was very close to completion when-

Percy looked properly at the female demigod.

A flash of blonde hair was all he needed. Pure and utter hatred surged through his body, setting alight all the newly gained power within his body.

Annabeth.

How dare they.

Annabeth was standing, lifeless, with a giant's spear pierced through her body.

He was going to make them pay.

It was at this point in time when Percy fully embraced the powers blessed upon him by the Ophiotaurus sacrifice. It felt like molten lava had replaced his blood and was burning and overflowing with the uncontrolled power ruled by rage. But Percy dismissed the pain, it was irrelevant. All that mattered at that point in time was that Enceladus had just gutted Annabeth. The one person who was the centrepiece of his entire existence, even proved by the River Styx. Her blood was now spilling all over Mount Olympus (the one in Athens) and was speeding up Gaia's wake.

He would be damned to Tartarus if he was going sit back and watch the scene play out. He was going to avenge her.

Uttering a scream of fury, Percy let his new powers take control.

Blue flames exploded from his body and raced outwards at a terrifying speed. They took down any monster in its path - there weren't even enough demigods left to get stuck in the way.

He took a deep breath and looked up again, he would later be informed that his pupils had turned red, and it had bled into the rest of his eyes, giving him fiery red eyes. They looked with absolute loathing at the giants that stood before him.

Percy stood alone, in a circle surrounded by ash with a 50 meter radius. It had certainly drawn the giants and Gaia's attention to him.

Mimas (giant fight Hephestus) laughed mockingly st him. "Aw how cute look at th-"

He got no further because Percy snapped his palm open towards him. He had no idea what it would do, Hades, he had no idea what he was doing at all, but he just channelled all his hate and fury through his hand and out of it shot a beam of fiery green light. The second that it hit Mimas, the fire started to consume him.

The rest of his kin watched in horror as their incredibly powerful brother was reduced to a pile of ashes.

Aigaion (giant to oppose Artemis) looked at Percy almost fearfully. "Wha-?"

Percy flipped his hand back once again, but directed it at him. He too, was consumed by the flames. Percy laughed harshly, so uncharacteristically, that the Gods winced. He then added his other hand with it so that he could send the fire in two different directions.

He lit aflame four more giants before the others decided to take some action. The barrelled towards him. There were about 60 of them. Percy wasn't daunted though. He teleported behind their lines and shot it at their backs. Their screams rang out in the air, Percy almost relished it.

Using teleporting (which now seemed easy) and his new powers, Percy disposed of the majority of the giants relatively quickly.

He then turned around to face Gaia (the Gods were tending to the army of monsters). "I hate you Queen Dirtface." he hissed at her, adopting Leo's insult for her and imagining his ringing laughter that would follow it. Pain flashed through his chest as he remembered that he would never hear that laugh again. Leo was gone along with the rest of them.

Gaia looked extremely surprised and rather scared. "How? But- that's not possible- how are you- what?" she was muttering, but Percy could hear it.

Percy glared at her with so much venom that she almost flinched.

"Now, now. There's no need for that." she drawled, lazily moving her hand up and creating earth hard around his feet to hold onto him.

But he didn't fall for it, he shot into the sky. Percy was vaguely aware of the fact that he had sprouted wings, but once again, it was irrelevant, he needed to concentrate on fighting. He shot a wave of fire at Gaia.

She looked even more fearful hen she saw the wings; she blocked the blow and launched her own attack.

Percy swerved out of the way of the incoming bolt of light and fire, his now highly tuned senses working on overdrive to stop him from being roasted alive. This conitued for several minutes before Percy had an idea.

Now, strictly speaking, Percy's ideas were dumb, suicidal, dramatic and efficient. This was no different, it would work but at a very high risk; this time Annabeth or Jason wasn't there to tell him it was a dumb idea. There was no one to stop him doing it, so he did.

He teleported so quickly that it was impossible for Gaia to focus on him in one point. Whilst doing this, he concentrated on all the water around Gaia in the air. Tensing his hands to such an extreme that he feared that the muscles would snap, he managed to condense a thick layer of water around Gaia. She stopped moving temporarily, confused as to what he was doing.

The power of exerting his water powers to such and extent whilst teleporting was slowly burning Percy's body up. He readied himself to smash forwards into Gaia. He suddenly launched himself at the water surrounded, confused uber powerful Goddess. The second before impact, he transformed the water into ice so that when he crashed into her, the ice shattered along with her, as she didn't have enough time to melt it.

The Gods immediately scattered Gaia's shattered form, taking her part to various different places so that she could not reform, until the only God left on the battlefield was Poseidon. Well, and Percy, due to the transformation he underwent, he could be classed as a God.

At that very point in time though, Percy collapsed.

The pain and exhaustion of the battle and sacrifice was finally registered in Percy's brain. It seared through his body, feeling like his muscles had been set alight, and he physically did not have enough energy to stay standing. The adrenaline rush he had in the battle was gone. The bloodlust haze that had been fogging his brain was gone. The temporary moment of bliss where he had forgotten the reason why he was so intent on killing everything that moved was gone.

The pure power and energy he had just channelled through his body was slowly but surely burning away his mortal body.

Harry Potter-

Harry decided then and there that he hated his life. Not that he hadn't hated it before, but then it had been outweighed by the fear of Death.

Now that he had Death itself standing before him, declaring that he was now his master, he realised that he had been blinded by fear.

Was death really that bad?

Well, he could evaluate that couldn't he? He had already died twice...well technically only once but who cared really.

Now he no longer had the escape of death. All of his friends, family and everyone that he had ever known in his life would move onto their next stage. But him? He would have to watch them all die around him.

Actually- correction, he wouldn't have to, because they were already dead. He thought bitterly. And it was his fault for aligning the Hallows.

He could never get close to anyone ever again, because he would have to watch them grow old and die whilst he lived. He would have to go through the pain of accepting that he would never, ever find anyone that could understand him.

Unless they were also immortal. Harry almost laughed at the idea. Another immortal? No fate probably just hated him; and for what other reasons would another immortal exist?

The Master of Life?

No, it didn't quite have the same ring as the Master of Death.

Percy Jackson-

Percy forced his eyes open.

His entire body throbbed in pain with every movement. His vision was blurry, his hearing distorted and his senses in general dulled.

He could see his father looking down on him worriedly through the sleepy have that surrounded his eyelids.

"He's awake!" Exclaimed his father excitedly. "You're awake! Guys! He's awake!"

Percy whimpered at the sudden shout that boarded his sensitive hearing. He sluggishly moved his hands up to cup his head.

He then opened his eyes properly and his senses came into focus. His hearing, vision and general feeling of steadiness sharpened and he became less disorientated. His head was still pounding noticeably and his right shoulder was aching from a rather deep arrow wound.

His father beamed down at him and Percy became aware that he was on Olympus, well, the one in America, not Greece.

He reached up to touch the arrow wound and flinched when his hand was brought away covered in sticky liquid. The gash was still very heavily bleeding and didn't seem to be letting up any time in the near future. The cut was so deep that, Percy froze when he realised something...it was so deep that he should be dead.

Percy's eyes widened in shock as he looked down at his hand.

He almost screamed at what he saw. It was covered in blood alright, he was expecting that, but what was freaking him out was the fact that it was no longer red.

It was gold.

Gold as in the colour of Ichor, the blood of the Gods.

Harry Potter-

Harry lay dejectedly on the floor, his face was still tear streaked, but no tears fell from his eyes. His tear supply had long since run out. He'd already used all of his tears, so there were none left to cry.

"What do I do now?" Harry had originally addressed the question to no one in particular, but he didn't jump when a voice answered him.

"Master," Oh of course, Death was still there. Watching over him like an ever-faithful guardian. Oh the irony. "I would suggest leaving here if it is too painful to stay."

Half of Harry wanted to yell at Death and shout WELL OF COURSE ITS PAINFUL TO STAY. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY FRIENDS IS DEAD. THANKS TO YOU. The other half wanted to curl into a ball and just lie there in the middle of the battlefield and try and forget about everything.

Especially the new development of that he couldn't die. He would never meet Sirius again, or his parents, or Lupin, or Tonks, or Fred, or Ginny, or Hermione, or Ron, or anyone in his life that had ever meant anything to him.

He settled for growling "Piss off." at Death and curling into a tight foetal position. Death nodded curtly but did not move.

He knew not how long he had lay there, but Death stayed noiselessly by his side like it keeping was keeping a silent vigil for him.

Percy Jackson-

Apollo beamed at Percy, he had always had a soft spot for him. "Isn't it wonderful!" he exclaimed.

Percy just stared at his hand, as if trying to convince himself that it wasn't real.

"You have been made into a God! If you had let your powers settle, then you would be even more powerful than the Titans. Due to the energy you just channelled, you have hindered yourself. To what extend, I don't know, but you are still immortal-" His father ginned madly.

"No." he whispered.

His father stopped talking and frowned. "What?"

"No." he said more firmly, still glaring at his hand in horror.

"Perseus, what do you mean by that?" asked Artemis, confused.

Percy finally looked up and met his father's gaze, his stare filled with anger and despair. "I don't want immortality." he snarled.

His father blinked. "But you are a God now Percy, that cannot be reversed. Why would you want to be mortal?"

Percy glared at him, standing up abruptly, ignoring that stabbing pain in his should. "I have refused immortality before. Do you think that my view on it has changed in a year? I want to grow old and die and reach Elysium like any other hero. I want to be able to see those that I care about in the afterlife. I want to exit this life as I am supposed to. I DON'T WANT TO BECOME SOME SORT OF ASSHOLE GOD WHO IGNORES MORTAL'S SUFFERING, HIDES AWAY IN OLYMPUS AND DESTROYS THE LIVES BECAUSE THEY HAVE A STUPID ARGUMENT WITH ANOTHER GOD! I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO WATCH MY LOVED ONES GROW OLD WHILST I AM FORCED TO LIVE ON AND WATCH THEM DIE AROUND ME. I DON'T WANT FUCKING IMMORTALITY."

The Gods looked stunned, they had expected Percy to be rejoiced that he was a God.

But Percy had learned too much about how the Gods really were to be one of them. His father had left him and his mother with an abusive asshole and not even recognised him until he needed him to save his own skin. True, Poseidon was probably the best parent out of the Gods, others completely ignored their kids or used them as scapegoats. He had learnt to love his father as a father but truly, he never wanted his name tainted as any of the God's were.

"I never wanted immortality." he hissed again.

Hera sneered down at him. "Boy, all your loved ones are already dead. There is no one left to 'die around you'. Stop the pity party."

Percy snapped. He had just defeated Gaia and won a war for them. Was Hera really that incapable of emotion to the extent that she did not understand feelings. He was perfectly aware that all his friends were dead, she didn't have to reiterate the fact that now he would never be able to join them again.

Hatred surged through him. He looked up and stared straight into her eyes. "Now you fucking listen here you pretentious, pompous prat. I just killed 60 fucking giants for you. Each of you damn Gods could barely manage one of them each." he looked around, snarling and with his decision made. "I'm leaving. I don't want to stay here in this shithole with all the memories of my friends THAT DIED TO SAVE YOU YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS. Don't ask me to come back because you will regret it."

Now normally, Percy never swore, and Percy never said anything even slightly disrespectful to the Gods. But it had all changed now. He was just as immortal as them. Due to the sacrifice, he was now possibly more powerful than them. The life he had been dragged into when he was twelve had brought him nothing but misery, death and pain. Now he was leaving it. They would never force him to be their pawn again because he could now fight back.

He sneered at them. Bunch of cowards. Breeding off demigods to fight their fights for them and then ignoring them once they had fulfilled that purpose. Luke was right, the Gods didn't care. He had never fought for them because he didn't care about them in return. He had fought for his friends and new found family.

Now they were gone. All of them. Dead. Forever.

He was the only one who survived due do the power of the sacrifice.

That same sacrifice meant that he would never see them again. He no longer had the escape of death.

He scanned the room of stunned, slightly enraged (Ares) Gods.

"Fuck you."

He vapour travelled away with a heavily bleeding (gold blood) wound.

Harry Potter-

Harry stared at the sky.

The ceiling of the great hall was bewitched to looked like the night sky. A throbbing pain ached in his chest as a tear trickled down his cheek. It was all gone now, demolished and taken away along with everybody else's lives.

Now he could lie in the Great Hall (or what was left of it) and see the real sky.

Death remained standing near him.

For the first time in a very long time, it spoke. "Master, you cannot stay here, lying on the floor for all eternity."

Harry looked over at it. He had not needed food or water thanks to is amazing immortality. "I could." he replied, his voice quiet and broken from the lack of use for the long period of time that he had lain there.

Death sighed like it was dealing with a stubborn child, which in it's eyes, it probably was. "Immortality will seem hopeless and daunting if you do not have a purpose Master."

Harry looked at him again and snorted. "And what is my purpose? I have none like you. I am just here to suffer and watch people die from where I stand uselessly at your side."

Death walked closer to him. "Master, you do not stand by my side. I stand by yours. I am trying to help you, Master. Help you deal with this."

Harry sighed and almost felt like pushing himself into a sitting position but then groaned. That required effort. "Are there many people left of the wizarding community?"

Death thought about it. "I do not think there are a great deal of wizards and witches since the war Master. I believe that the ministry is still standing and many of the families of the students of Hogwarts are still alive."

Harry took in the news. He should go and seek them out and see if they could help him or visa versa, but then what would he say? Guilt coursed through him. Sorry your kid's dead because of some freaky explosion thing that I caused when turning immortal?

Death sat next to him. "You are doing it again Master."

Harry felt like turning away from it, but he couldn't be bothered. "Doing what?"

"Blaming yourself for the magical waves that were radiated from the ritual of making you the Master of Death."

"Yes BECAUSE IT WAS MY FAULT!" Harry yelled back. He had not spoken in a long time so the excessive use of his voice made his throat sore.

Death shook it's head."Master it was not your fault, you did not mean to cause the explosion, you didn't even want the ritual to happen. Stop blaming yourself for things that were outside of your control."

Harry whimpered. "But it was! If I hadn't-"

Death shook it's head again and stood up and pulled Harry with it. "Master let me put this a different way. You will not blame yourself for things that are not your fault. And you will not lie here for the rest of eternity."

Harry wobbled, his legs weak from the lack of use. "But wha-"

Death held a deathly pale (irony again) finger to his lips. "Master, you should join a company or something that will give your life routine and stop the days from dragging by."

Harry looked like he was going to protest but then he realised that he had no other options.

"You should- no, you will join this agency. It will require you to have records in school that you do not have due to your magical school. I shall provide fake ones. The majority of the work will be physical so you will be trained there. It will give you the order and purpose every immortal needs."

Death handed Harry a leaflet that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." Harry blinked. "S.H.I.E.L.D? That's in America. Why do you want- ohmygods this is a spying agency?"

Death nodded. "I though that you would find it more interesting than a normal job."

Harry knitted his brows. Him? A spy? Was Death of his rocker? He was nowhere near fit enough or clever enough or informed in weapons enough or normal enough to be a spy.

"Are you crazy? Why on earth would I want to be a spy?" he spluttered.

Death shrugged and repeated what he earlier said "I thought that you would find it more interesting than a normal job."

Percy Jackson-

It hadn't even been difficult to heal the wound on his shoulder. He had had a shower and wrapped the water around it, he then concentrated on getting rid of the pain and the water slowly closed the cut.

He had arrived at his mother's apartment in New York, had a shower and then he had curled into a ball sobbing, his body and mind aching.

He stayed like that for a couple of hours, unable to do anything else, unable to process what was going on.

His mother was at Paul's weeping for her 'lost' son.

Sighing, he painfully stood up and went to stand by the window of his room. The blue walls were too painful to look at, reminded him too much of the Poseidon Cabin at Camp Half Blood.

Turning around he gave a slight yelp. Standing silently next to him was Hestia, the Goddess of the Hearth. He had never seen her in anything but her child's form, but now she appeared as a woman in her young twenties. She looked unbelievably tired and her eyes shone with tears as she watched him.

"I told you not to follow me." he muttered half heartedly. He had never hated Hestia, never even disliked her one bit.

She nodded, silently. Her motherly face looked him proudly almost, as if her were her own child.

"Why do you not speak to me?" he wondered out loud. Had it been his father or any other God, they would have demanded an explanation for his behaviour, but Hestia just stood there, giving him the silent company that he desperately needed at that point.

"You did not look like you wanted to talk." she said gently.

She looked at him cautiously, and then smiled warmly at him. "My dear Perseus you should be very proud of what you said. Few have the courage to say the truth to the Gods. Do not be ashamed. You should rightly be confused at the moment, I will not mock you."

Percy felt like he was sinking. He looked at Hestia's kind eyes again and them clutched at her in a fierce hug, breaking down once more into tears.

"What do I do now?" he whispered.

Hestia looked at him thoughtfully. "Mayhap you should do something that gives you a feeling of purpose with the rest of your existence. The goes or any immortal would be lost if they did not have a job to do."

"So...what should I do?" he stared into her warm, sad brown eyes.

"First, you shall go and visit your mother, when you are strong enough that is. Then, when you are ready, you should join aim to company/business that does good for the world, as it is in your nature to help others."

Percy frowned. "Like what?"

"If you are still wishing to help the world, there is an agency in America set up for the purpose of protecting America and the World from global and national threats. I do believe that it is named S.H.I.E.L.D." she said, looking kindly down at him.

"S.H.I.E.L.D? Isn't that the spying agency." asked Percy, wide eyed.

Hestia shrugged. "Alas, I do not know much about the modern world. But I doubt that S.H.I.E.L.D would be souly made of spies if you do not wish to be one. But with your training? You could make a very good spy if you so wished."

One fine day in the middle of the night,

Two dead men got up to fight.

Back to back they faced each other,

Drew their swords and shot each other.

Harry fled England and decided to do what Death suggested. He contacted S.H.I.E.L.D and with some help of magic and Death, he was talked to by a man named Director Nicolas Fury. He was accepted into America as an Agent in training.

Percy agreed to Hestia's idea, and after a very long visit to Paul's apartment, was also accepted by Director Nicolas Fury who was the man in charge.

From that day forth, the two living legends started to live side by side unbeknownst to each other, in the hope of forgetting their previous lives. Each adopted a new name.

Harry became Basilisk.

Percy became Kraken.

A/N: Well...wasn't that depressing?

Hmm that was also rather long but it needed to be this long so that we could get the boring stuff out of the way. Please follow and review coz more chapters will be going up.

Only if you want to see what happens when these two collide that is!

What will happen when Basilisk and Kraken are given a mission together?

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