Son Of Nick Fury (Percy Jackson x Avengers)

Man with an eye patch

Percy's POV

I finally got out that place. Gods, what I would give to be at home with blue cookies and my mom. Never less this is what's happened, and I need to move on. I ran down the street and towards Central Park. I wasn't technically allowed out the orphanage, but I needed some air. It's been a few weeks already. One of the boys there told me how to sneak out.

I sat down on a park bench. On the bench opposite a man was on the phone. He looked out of the ordinary to be. He had dark skin, wore black clothing, a black trench coat, high boots but that wasn't the thing that struck me. he had an eye patch covering one of his eyes. the man was talking loudly into his phone. From the looks in his eyes he was stressed and doesn't get a break often.

He hung up and sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing them with his fingers. I looked down at Riptide, I swirled the pen and drew a sharp breath. I looked up and the man was gone. I felt the bench creak and assumed he was sitting beside me.

"Nice day, right?" I said. He nodded and gazed upwards. The look in his eyes was like he expected someone to appear from the sky.

"What's your name?" he asked, turning to me. I gripped Riptide a little more tightly, but he didn't notice.

"Why do you want to know?" I question. He stares but doesn't uphold a glare too intimidating, not for me anyway. I await his reply.

"Just tell me your name." His voice was strained. It was clear he wasn't in the mood to shout at anybody at this moment since he just got off a call doing that task.

"Percy." I answered with a huff. He wasn't getting my full name, he'd laugh probably. The guy leaned forward.

"Tell me something Percy. What do you do when you get home?" The man says. I shrug lightly.

"Wind up carers. Ignore other kids." I decided with. the man raised a brow.

"You live in a foster home?"

"Orphanage." I corrected. What was up with this guy? Does he really care about some kid with no parents? Well I have a dad, but I can't contact him, can I? Yeah, no. "And your name? Why do you want to know this anyways?"

"First, Nick Fury." He told me. "And I needed someone's perspective on life. You got anything for me?" This time I was surprised.

"I doubt I'd live long with the way things are going. Never thought any of what's happened would happen, but it did. I don't get a say in anything, kid or not our lives are with the fates. Instead of thinking how unfair it is I go with it and move forward." My own words didn't sound like my own. Like for the first time in a while I'd been thinking right. Annabeth would be proud. That is if I ever see her again.

"You got a good mind kid." Nick said. "Got friends?"

"Not seen them in a while but yeah." I answered.

"They don't let you leave?" He questioned.

"Not really. I snuck out to be here." I didn't know why I was telling a complete stranger this, but it felt right. And after everything that's just happened in my life, I couldn't care less who he told. Nick thought for a while.

"You like pizza kid?" Nick asked me.

"Who doesn't like pizza?"

Time skip

Nick's POV: I met this kid at the park after a long meeting with Steve Rodgers. I then took a call where I had to yell at an agent to find a guy who they had trouble locating. I seriously couldn't get a break from work. my eyes got caught on a kid who at first words was sarcastic and infuriating. He warmed up to me and had a good idea on life. I hated to admit that I felt bad for his situation. I took him to get some food which he accepted without a second thought. I wonder what they get fed at his care home.