UPDATE: I REALIZED I FORGOT TO EDIT. REALLY EMBARRASSING. OOPS.

A/N: This is ignoring anything HOH and beyond for Percy Jackson. Considering I never read those... Yeah.

Disclaimer (for the whole freaking story. Yes, I'm doing that.): I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF EITHER PERCY JACKSON SERIES OR THE AVENGERS. I ONLY OWN THE IDEA. EVEN IF IT WAS DONE BEFORE, I SWEAR I HAVE NEVER READ THAT FIC.

It was a pretty normal day for Percy Jackson, Agent of SHIELD.

That is, until the stupid Tesseract decided to start acting up. He had run in as soon as he heard. The scientist, Selmer or something, told him that the Tesseract was misbehaving, and all he could think of was a temperamental child that he could make sit in the corner. And when Loki stepped through the portal, it only reinforced his thoughts, replacing the temperamental child with the god. Yeah, he knew of the Asgardians and their godly powers. He was just that awesome.

So anyways, Percy was imagining the god pouting in a chair facing a corner with his arms crossed when Loki (the name still didn't make sense to him. The guy didn't seem to be very low key) started going crazy and shooting at everyone with his scepter (not a spear, Fury). That was new. Then again, so were the reindeer horns. Then, when everyone was down or dead, the reindeer lacking some Christmas spirit went over to Agent Barton, the Hawkeye. Percy never knew him really well, even though they both worked under Phil Coulson, but he knew of him. Heck, everyone did. Him and Black Widow were two of the most well known Agents they had, them and Riptide (hmm... Wonder who that could be?). Loki was steps away from Barton when the agent whirled around and tried to shoot him, but the god grabbed his hand. He said something to Barton before touching his heart with the point of his weapon, making the agent stand down. That was definitely new. Percy shook his head to clear it, pushing himself up and reaching his hand into his pocket. Loki saw the movement and whirled around, glaring thoughtfully. He sniffed the air slightly and his glare intensified.

"Demigod," he muttered. "What are you doing here, son of Poseidon?"

"Oh, you know," Percy replied in a falsely flippant voice. "Just the usual, fighting evil thing." In one smooth motion, he pulled out his pen and uncapped it, feeling Riptide grow in his hand. He'd had Leo add bits of adamantium into the blade when he accepted the job as a SHIELD agent, enough to affect a mortal. He also asked for a few (hundred) bullets made of half celestial bronze and half... umm... whatever bullets are made of. He dropped in a defensive position.

Loki laughed. "You think you can stop me, petty mortal?" He slowly stalked towards Percy.

"I think you forgot the fact that I'm half god," Percy retaliated. He punched the god square in the nose when he was close enough, causing it to spew blood everywhere. "There you go!" Percy exclaimed brightly. "That's more like the Rudolph I know!"

The angered god roared as he lunged for Percy, but Barton stopped him. "Sir, he's stalling. Fury's getting away," the agent said, pointing towards Fury who was packing up the Tesseract. Then he added, "The roof's about to collapse, also."

With a final snarl towards Percy,who smirked in response, Loki whirled around and sent a blast towards Fury. Barton snatched up the case holding the Tesseract and they sped out of the room. Percy immediately capped Riptide and ran over to the director. "Are you alright?" he asked as he helped Fury to his feet.

"We have to get the Tesseract," was his only response.

A/N: I think that's pretty sufficient for a first chapter. I need some help before I continue though. First of all, do you like the way I'm writing this? It feels pretty mechanic to me, but that might just be me. And second, do you want Percy to go on the Hellicarrier? I think I've made my decision already, but I haven't written anything else yet, so I'd like your ideas and why. OH YEAH. I need a title. Any suggestions?

I don't intend to abandon this fic. I know how it feels when people abandon a fic. IT SUCKS. But I have school and marching band and indoor percussion and basketball pep band now along with being official scorekeeper for my brother's hockey team (I write down penalties and goals and who did them) and I'm starting to look at colleges so I'm kind of busy. I'll update whenever possible but understand if I lose inspiration for this fic. I'll get it back eventually though. This one seems promising to me.

P.S. If anyone here likes Clint's character as much as I do when he's not brainwashed, check out Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters. Hansel is played by the same actor as Clint (Jeremy Renner) and the role has the same dry sarcasm. Gretel's pretty awesome too. It's on Netflix if you have that. Honestly, I've watched that movie 4 times in 3 days. While I was at my grandparents' house. FOR THANKSGIVING. It also has a lot of action. AND GORE. INCLUDING GUTS EXPLODING AND PEOPLE BEHEADED AND HEADS SQUISHED ON THE SCREEN. I HAVE WARNED YOU.