DISCLAIMER: due to the fact that I am not Rick Riordan, I don't own anyone or anything from the PJO world. same goes for everything marvel.

"Man of Iron, I must meet him." Thor's voice boomed from behind Tony, who was in the midst of a valiant attempt at ignoring the Thunder God. "Please, we even have his file here; I don't understand what the problem is." Thor had entered Tony's lab over an hour ago bearing coffee and snacks and by chance found the manila folder Tony had swiped from the director. As soon as he saw the small mugshot paperclipped to the first page, the Norse god refused to leave, instead begging Tony to help him meet the man in the picture. "Please, Stark. It is my one wish."

The billionaire threw up his hands in exasperation, spinning around in his chair to face Thor. "You know what Point Blank?" He glared at the god, practically growling at him. "Thank you for the cookies, but looking at TOP SECRET INFORMATION in a TOP SECRET FILE, and then trying to meet the TOP SECRET PERSON mentioned in said TOP SECRET FILE is not okay. In fact, it's usually described as creepy."

Thor clasped his hands together, staring pleadingly at Tony. "He is a wonderful hero, with much to teach us all. Man of Iron, I beg of you." The god held the file out to the genius, keeping hopeful eye contact the entire time.

Sighing, Tony stood and grabbed the papers from Thor. He flipped it open, pulling the picture attached to the file and shoving it in the god's face. "A hero? This kid?" The photo was a high school graduation photo of an awkwardly smiling boy with dark, dishevelled hair who was gripping his diploma like it was a life preserver. Other than his stunning green eyes, the boy from the picture looked like every other high school graduate in New York. Of course, the file did state that he was currently 23, but there was a limit to how drastically a few years of ordinary life could change anyone.

Thor seemed perfectly unaware of how incredibly normal this kid was, his eyes twinkling at the sight of the object of his affection. "Stark, you speak rashly. On Asgard, he is someone to be revered. Even the All-Father speaks praises of him. Since his teen years, he has saved many lives, rescued many worlds, fought countless battles -"

"Whoa, battles? As in wars?" Tony shook his head disbelievingly. "Listen, I don't know what wars or heroes are in your land, but here on earth, teenagers have nothing to do with either of them." The billionaire scoffed, slipping the picture back in the folder before snapping in shut. "Until this kid shows me the paperwork proving it, he doesn't mean anything to me." He slammed the file down on a table to his right before sitting back down to resume his work.

"Tony? Are you in there?" A voice called from the hallway.

Tony sighed and leaned back in his chair, waving his hand in the air in defeat. "Jarvis, you can unlock the doors now."

"Yes sir." The electronic voice responded from above, the lab entrance sliding open at the end of his sentence to reveal Steve Rogers standing outside.

"Hello Steve," greeted Thor, remembering the other man's constant requests to stop referring to him as Captain of America.

"Oh, if it isn't Capsicle." Tony spoke in a drawling voice, lazily spinning to face the Captain as he walked in. "To what do we owe the privilege?"

Steve nodded a greeting at Thor before responding to Tony. "Fury wanted me to pass on a message."

"And what would that oh so secretive message be?" Tony asked, sounding completely uninterested in what the other man had to tell him.

Steve glanced at the folder in Thor's arms. "He said that if you were thinking of meeting the person in the file you took, you'd be no match for him. Apparently we've tried to recruit the guy before, and he got away every time. He only joined S.H.I.E.L.D. because he wanted to. Fury said to avoid him for your own safety."

Thor look shocked, stepping in front of Tony to face Steve. "Captain of America, Nicholas Fury is incorrect. Perseus Jackson would do no such thing. He is a hero of mankind, not someone who would hurt others without reason."

The Captain shrugged. "I still think this Jackson guy is dangerous. Fury was worried about our safety, and that doesn't happen often."

"Yes. He was worried. Strangely so." Tony scratched his chin pensively, walking towards his computer. "An agent, you say?"

Steve stepped closer, looking apprehensively over Tony's shoulder. "Yeah, apparently so."

Tony typed rapidly into the keyboard, making dozens of pages blink on his screen before closing again almost instantaneously. "Alright, it's decided." The genius grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, walking through the door as he spoke. "C'mon Point Blank, let's go meet your hero.

"Thank you, Man of Iron; you are as wise as always." Thor followed swiftly behind him, swinging his hammer happily without a second look at the last Avenger staring behind him.

Steve gaped wordlessly. "Wha – What?"

Tony spun around, cocking a brow at him before calling over his shoulder. "According to Jarvis," he said, pressing the elevator button. "Jackson is currently dealing with a situation at Oscorp, conveniently located about fifteen minutes from our current location." He then stepped into the elevator, followed by the rhythmic swish of Thor's blond hair.

"Are you coming?" questioned Thor, sticking his head out to look at Steve.

Steve sighed again, combing his fingers through his hair and jogging after the child-like men. "Guess so. Someone has to babysit you two."

A tall, black haired man exited Oscorp headquarters, ducking under the yellow police tape and stepping onto the sidewalk. He was dressed in a suit, carrying a thick file and holding a Stark Industries phone to his ear with his shoulder. He walked towards the coffee shop next to the building he had just exited, meeting a similarly dressed woman carrying two coffees. He handed her the file, receiving a coffee in return, and continued down the street. He stopped beside a sleek motorcycle, staring blankly at the window display of the clothing store beside him as he listened to whoever he had on the phone. The man responded to his caller in terse phrases before hanging up and slipping his phone into his pocket. He leaned slightly against the motorcycle, sipping at the drink in his hand before speaking. "Fury did stress how much he wanted me to join S.H.I.E.L.D., but I didn't think I'd be personally welcomed by the Avengers."

A crash sounded from inside the clothing store the man had been staring at. Tony, Thor, and Steve stumbled sheepishly outside, red with embarrassment. "Yes, well, we just wanted to welcome you to the team." Steve bravely held out a hand, requesting a handshake, before being stared down by the other man.

The other man let out an impatient huff before replying. "I see the silhouettes of three, fully grown men in Ardene's, with no kids or wives. One's decked out in otherworldly armor. Pair that with Fury's call, and I'd be out of my job if I couldn't figure out who you were." His tone was scathing, fingers constantly drumming on his coffee cup as he stared at the three men with a I'm-not-an-idiot look on his face.

Thor alone missed the hostile vibes the agent was sending out as he was too preoccupied with trying to breathe. He managed to take a shallow breath before introducing himself, almost buzzing with excitement. "Hello Perseus Jackson. It is an honor to meet you. I am Thor Odinson of Asgard, Norse God of Thunder." The god lowered himself onto one knee, dropping his head to the ground in a show of respect.

Steve's eyes bulged; whatever he had expected following them here, this was not it.

Tony only watched interestedly, eyes ping-ponging between the two men, waiting for a reaction. But other than to let out another deep breath, there was nothing to indicate the shock he had expected the dark haired agent to feel. "What, no "OMG GODS EXIST?" or "HOLY SHIT FUCKS IT'S THE AVENGERS"? Not even a "Get away from me, I'm atheist?"" Tony interrupted, incredulous. When the agent turned to him with a bland expression, he continued in a dramatic whisper. "A god is kneeling. You're a cruel man, Perseus Jackson."

Jaw tightening at Tony's words, the man turned towards Thor. "Seeing as I explicitly told Fury not to put that name in the database, I assume you knew of me before I joined S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

His blond hair swayed as the Norse god nodded his head in response. "We have heard many stories of you on Asgard. Your tales are sung of. You are a hero worthy of the ages, Perseus."

The agent stiffened at his words. "Don't call me Perseus. I'm not the same person I used to be." He spoke gruffly, grip tightening on his cup as he spoke. "Who told you to come here? My father?"

Thor straightened to his feet, facing the agent. "No." he replied. "I came willingly."

At the god's hopeful expression, the other man turned away, unable to meet his eager eyes any longer. "Not Perseus. Just Percy."

Thor's face immediately cleared, and he grabbed the other man's hand, shaking it vigorously and making him drop his coffee in the process. "It is an honor to be acquainted with you Percy. I have many questions to ask of you. We stopped hearing stories of you partway through the Giant War. Many wish to learn how it ended."

Though unaffected by the strength of his handshake, Thor's words made Percy tense. His expression turned to stone, and he spoke in a flat, even tone. "My apologies. I've ended my relationship with those from that time, and I refuse to speak about anything concerning them." He slipped his hand out of Thor's grip, and turned away from the Avengers.

"Even your father?" questioned Thor, hands outstretched towards the agent.

"Especially him." Percy kneed the side of his bike, placing his files in the compartment that slid out with a soft hiss. "The Fates agreed with me, Thor." He slipped on his leather jacket and swung up his kickstand, speaking all the while. "I hope you won't take personal offense to this, but don't look for me again. It's better this way." The engine purred to life and the agent slid onto the road, weaving between yellow taxis and cop cars. He disappeared in a flash, leaving the three Avengers standing dumbfounded on the street, gathered beside a tipped coffee cup leaking caffeine into the sewers.

"Well," Tony broached the awkward silence. "Doesn't he have some daddy issues."

Hello everyone!

This story is definitely not going to continue like this... Just consider this chapter a lead into the rest of the story. The other Avengers will be coming in soon, and Coulson and Fury will make a visit too.

Have patience guys.

Thanks for reading!

P.S. comments are much appreciated. seriously. I would never improve otherwise.