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Steve Rogers has fought aliens. Hell, he had even fought in WWII! So, when he sees a kid stab someone (something? It’s hard to tell) in a dark, suspicious alley way with a sword (where the hell did he get that from?), tell him why he’s even surprised anymore.
The team had been finishing daily patrols that they had recently introduced as a way to keep themselves busy, and keep an eye out for upcoming threats.
Even Thor had joined them - apparently patrolling the streets of New York was more exciting than Asgard. Whatever.
And it looks like they might have just found one.
Across the street, a kid was fighting someone with a sword and winning. They ran over, and as they got there, the kid had already finished off whatever he had been fighting.
The kid whipped round eyes wide and breathing heavily. Steve took in his appearance.
He had dark hair and piercing sea-green eyes that made even Steve feel nervous. He radiated immense power for someone so scrawny, and the blood splashed all over his clothes made him look like he’d just murdered a hundred men.
Well, Steve thought, he might have just murdered one. Steve shivered at the sight of him. Even though he couldn’t have been more than 18, Steve felt the need to submit and beg for his life. Jeez, what alien had messed with his head today?
The kid’s glare hardened and he brandished his sword in their direction.
“Stay back! What are you? A bunch more monsters dressed up in stupid costumes?” He said suspiciously.
Steve raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t know who we are?” Steve asked. The kid scoffed.
“No, why, are you like famous or something?” He asked.
Steve looked at Nat who shrugged.
“We’re the Avengers? Earth’s Mightiest Heroes?” The boy smirked.
“Yeah, right.” He replied, unconvinced. Steve looked at the kid’s sword.
“Where did you get the sword? Kid like you shouldn’t have weapons.” Steve narrowed his eyes but the boy didn’t seem affected.
“None of your business.” He challenged. “Now, if you would be so kind,” he continued with a tight smile, “I have places to be.”
“You’re not going anywhere. We just witnessed you stab, and possibly murder someone. Don’t know if you knew how the law works, but that’s illegal.” Tony stepped forward.
The kid sighed. “Look I haven’t got time for this. Let me pass. I didn’t kill anyone. You see a body anywhere?” He gestured around himself. To be fair to the kid, he was right. There was no body to be seen.
Steve shrugged. “Could be hidden.” The kid pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, “Oh my gods.” Steve frowned.
“Gods…plural?” He asked, confused. He looked back to Thor. The kid followed his gaze, only now noticing the God who had been stood behind Steve. The kid immediately crouched into a defensive position.
“Who are you?” He demanded.
“I am Thor, Norse God of Thunder.” Thunder rumbled quietly in the distance. The kid’s expression changed almost immediately. His eyes widened in shock and his demeanour changed. Steve didn’t know if he looked annoyed? Tired? Weary? Nevertheless, the boy quickly lowered himself onto one knee, bowed his head respectively and murmured, “Lord Thor.”
The Avengers were stunned into silence at the sudden switch. Thor looked a little confused but flashed a small smile and walked forward.
“Ah, rise my friend! No need for such formalities!” The kid slowly rose, eyeing the God carefully.
“Now who might you be? A hero perhaps?” The kid nodded. “Percy Jackson, sir.” Thor’s eyes lit up.
“Percy Jackson! Hah! Your feats have reached Asgard my friend, what an honour it is to finally meet.” Percy’s suspicions seemed to lessen slightly. “It is an honour to meet you too, sir.”
The Avengers were stunned into silence. Who was this kid? Tony asked what they were all thinking.
“Okay, who the hell is this kid? And what do you mean his “feats” have reached Asgard?”
Thor grinned. “I can’t say, God business and all.” Tony arched an eyebrow.
“God business? That kid’s not a God.” It came out as more of a question than a statement. The kid, Percy, laughed.
“Gods, no. Though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know any. Anyway, it’s been fun, really, and I’m glad I met you all,” He glanced purposefully at Thor, “but I have really got to go. My mom is probably worried sick already.” He brought his index finger and thumb up to his mouth and whistled loudly.
The Avengers looked at each other, frowning. A few seconds later they heard the faint sound of beating wings.
“What is that?” Nat asked Percy. He grinned.
“That is my ride home.” Then what Steve saw next made him convinced that he had finally seen it all.
A jet black, winged-horse flew over their heads and landed beside Percy. The winged-horse nuzzled the boy’s face as he laughed. “Hey Blackjack!” He stroked the winged-horse’s black mane as it neighed. “Yes, yes don’t worry, I have it.” He pulled an apple from his pocket and fed it to the stallion. It neighed again and Percy rolled his eyes. “Good to see you too.”
Thor looked on, eyes sparkling. “Ah, is this your Pegasus?” He asked. Percy looked at him, still smiling. “Yeah. His name’s Blackjack.” The winged-horse neighed. “This is Thor, Black.” The stallion, Blackjack, bowed its elegant neck. Thor reached to stroke its sleek mane and patted its muzzle.
“Hello there.” He murmured.
Steve stood open mouthed. “You can talk to it?” He asked incredulously. Percy looked sheepish.
“Uhh…” He scratched the back of his neck and the winged-horse nudged him. “Oh, yeah uhm, I need to go now, so…” He quickly bowed in Thor’s direction before slinging himself on top of Blackjack. “Nice meeting you!” He shouted as Blackjack took off to the skies.
They watched them disappear through the clouds before Clint turned on Thor and said, “You have a lot of explaining to do.”