Heroes

Chapter 6: Introductions

I was startled out of my thoughts when a voice sounded behind me.

"Hey, we thought you ditched."
I whirled around and saw the superheroes. I was fairly sure the question had come from the robot man, still missing his mask and gloves. I hadn't realized that I had clutched Riptide, but judging by the palpable tension, they had. Besides the robot man, the entire team had slightly white faces and they seemed apprehensive, though I wasn't as good as Annabeth when it comes to reading people.

I snapped out of it and pocketed Riptide. I was a bit embarrassed at my reaction, but glad that my reflexes were in shape. They asked me a me a question, I gave a dumb response, and a minute later we were riding up in large elevator.

The ride was even more awkward than you're imagining it. Six people in very close quarters riding up to the 77th floor. It felt longer than the ride to Olympus. At least there was no elevator music. I looked around at the others and rocked back and forth on my feet. I don't remember taking it out, but I realized I was spinning Riptide in my fingers, causing the Redhead to go white in the face. Oops.

The elevator finally dinged and the doors opened, causing all six of us to sigh.

"At least it wasn't 12 minutes," I muttered at the floor. I've had an aversion to elevators ever since the Pit.

That got me some weird looks, but I ignored them. "Where to now?" I asked.

The American Flag started walking down a white hallway to our right and the Redhead gestured for me to follow them. The hallway ended in standard metal double doors, which the Flag pushed through with ease. I was the second-to-last to file in and I resisted the urge to stop and observe the room. From a quick glance I saw a large semi-circle conference table that was occupied by two men. The room had the same white walls as the hallway we just exited.
The men at the table were what caught my attention. One of them looked absolutely normal. He was about 30 years old, and was wearing a simple grey dress shirt. He had slightly curly brown hair, but I couldn't see his eyes from here. The other man was one of the weirdest mortals I've ever seen. He was dark-skinned, bald, and had an eye patch on his right eye. He was wearing a long, black coat, which was visible as he stood up to greet us.

"How did the mission go?" asked the eye-patched man. His voice carried a lot of authority and the team definitely regarded him as their leader. I had somehow ended up tucked behind the large man with the hammer, so EyePatchy hadn't seen me yet.

The Redhead, who was more like Redface now, spoke up, "We have Perseus."

"What happened, Natasha?" asked the normal-looking man, still sitting down.

"We were beaten very badly by him," chuckled the hammer guy in front of me. I was now positive that I had not ended up behind him by accident. There was a confused silence and the man in front of me moved aside. EyePatchy looked like he was about to blow a gasket. I waved sheepishly.

"Hi," I greeted. The normal-looking man's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline.

"You beat all of my agents, and still agreed to come with them? Or did they manage to detain you?" asked EyePatchy. I'm pretty sure he was the 'director' person the secretary mentioned.

"Um, I agreed to come with them. It seems you need help saving the world?"

"I'm Nick Fury. So, what do you know of our organization?"

I knew his question was important, but I barely heard it over my mental screams when I heard his name. All monsters had weird last names, and I knew a certain monster that specialized in government-type people.

"Alecto?"

Everyone, including EyePatchy- erm, Nick Fury, looked confused. I guess not.

"Never mind" I muttered, a bit embarrassed.

"Okay then, what do you know of our organization?" repeated Nick, looking suspicious.

"Nothing," I answered honestly.

"We are called S.H.E.I.L.D. and we protect the world from supernatural national and international threats. The people who brought you in are called the Avengers, but I'm sure you know that. They are our elite team of superheroes who deal with massive threats." Nick seemed to be reciting this, and it reminded me of how Annabeth told new demigods about camp.

"Okay," I said, taking it in. "Not the weirdest thing I've ever heard. I'm Percy Jackson, but you obviously know that. I will join you guys. But I'm tired of making up names for you so, could you introduce yourself and maybe your powers?"

"Of course. I'm Nick Fury, director of S.H.E.I.L.D. and I'm just a spy."

"Natasha Romanoff. I'm known as the Black Widow. Superspy." That explains the catsuit. Sort of.

"Clint Barton, Hawkeye. Superspy and bowman." That came from the man with the bow, obviously. I should introduce him to Frank. Maybe later.

"Tony Stark. I'm IronMan and a billionaire." I cocked my head, he sounded vaguely familiar, and very arrogant. RobotMan actually wasn't far off and I was proud of coming up with it.

Next was the man with the large hammer, "I am Thor. I'm the god of thunder from Asgard." My jaw hit the floor. No. Freaking. Way. You have got to be kidding me.

"You're WHAT?" I shouted. "No, no, no, no, no!" I was so worked up I almost flashed out of the room. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. When I opened them I saw Natasha's hand on her waist, no doubt on her gun, and Nick was mirroring her.

"I'm OK, just finish introducing yourselves." I gestured for the last two men to go.

"I'm Steve Rodgers, also known as Captain America." That explains the suit! I'm strangely relieved that he has a reason to dress like a flag.

"I'm Bruce Banner," said the man still sitting at the table. "I'm the Hulk." He said it with just a bit of disgust.

"Cool, so now it's my turn. The reason I freaked out about Thor is, he's not the only god in the room."

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