Assemble

Mirrors

Percy POV

The plane landed smoothly into JFK. I walked out to see five agents, waiting for me. Well, looks like I get an escort home. A woman with straight brown hair walked up to me,

"Agent Jackson? My name is Maria Hill. I am here to escort you back to Stark Towers, where you will be questioned on the death of Erik Selvig." She said, authority ringing in her voice,

"What happened to Mr. Selvig?" I asked, knowing full well that I had shot him.

"We are under the suspicion that you had a hand in his murder." We reached a black car and a door was held out for me. I nodded my gratitude and sat down,

"Well, shall we get to the building then?" I said, and she nodded. I noticed we were going a whole different route from JFK to the tower. I kept my gaze forward, not daring to look out. The usual trip from JFK to Manhattan went from three hours to five.

"Why are we taking the longest route possible?" I asked,

"We have a witness over, and she is being... interrogated. Did you know Erik Selvig was a scientist? One that could have helped SHEILD out a lot. But, his life was cut short by two Russian silent A-16 bullets. Sound familiar?" She said,

"Nope." I popped the "p" and smirked. The car stopped, and we walked out into the dark garage of Stark Towers. Suddenly, I felt something tightening around my wrists, and I looked down to see shiny handcuffs.

"Joy." I knew I should have cleaned the crime scene up a bit better, but...

We entered the building, and shot up the elevator to one of the top floors. The moment I stepped out, I was slammed into a wall by Thor,

"Why did you kill him?!" He yelled, and shook me. I shook my head,

"I have no idea what you are talking about." I said, and the blonde haired man raised a fist to punch me, I blocked it. Suddenly, Clint and Natasha were at my side,

"Let's go." Clint growled, and they led me away into a small room. I looked around, no cameras. Natasha stood in front of me with her hands on her hips,

"You need to get better at clean up. That's how they tracked you. Did you know that? You told Jane Foster your NAME!!! You were trained on your first damn day to NEVER give your real name! How the hell did you forget that?!" I bowed my head,

"Natasha, I-I just couldn't think properly I was kidnapped at my weakest point. You knew full well how I felt about..." I couldn't bring myself to say her name. She nodded,

"That's still no excuse for botching your mission, but I do understand, and we both know that she is waiting for you." Clint sat down next to me,

"You should wash up. The plane ride was probably hell for you." He said, I nodded,

"There aren't any mirrors in there right?" I asked, he looked pained,

"No." I thanked him, and walked into the bathroom. No mirror. I turned the shower on, and doused myself. The energy felt nice, and I was clean. After drying myself, I changed into a t-shirt and jeans from my bag. I didn't know what would happen to me, but I knew it wouldn't be good.


Natasha POV

We left the kid to wash up, and walked to a conference room. There, the whole team plus Jane were listening from the recorder that had just monitored our conversation. Fury looked up,

"What does Mr. Jackson have against mirrors?" I looked at Clint, he shook his head. I knew not to answer, Percy had horrible PTSD. Whenever he saw himself in a mirror, he would see Annabeth. Clint and I found out in Budapest, where he was on a mission.

He had been looking for a decent coffee shop, and had ran into us. It wasn't that big of a deal, but we did become sort of close friends.

Neither of us had actually met her, or even seen a picture of Annabeth. But, she was very special to Percy.

Fury glared at me,

"Let me repeat myself Ms. Romanof, what does Mr. Jackson have against mirrors?" I shook my head again. Thor looked at me with pure hatred in his eyes,

"The man is a murderer! Tell us! He must be put to justice! Director! I say you throw him into a room made of mirrors!" He yelled, and Tony snickered,

"Calm down Blondie, I say we keep the kid from any lasting harm and let me interrogate him because I have to hand it to him, these blueprints are amazing. I mean, look at the detail! And the sketch for the atrium? I'm building a new house." Stark had rolls of blue paper surrounding him, and a sleek silver laptop. Fury addressed him,

"Have you hacked into the laptop yet?" He asked, and Stark said no,

"The blue Delta on the front keeps me from doing anything to it. It's locked with passwords, firewalls, and viruses. Any type of technology I use to hack it with automatically becomes junk. I've had to reboot JARVIS six times now." He shrugged, I sighed in relief. "And the worst part is, I don't kno what viruses are in here, or what security systems are installed in this computer. It's like some mastermind made this computer to hold his greatest works, and didn't want anyone to see his work!"

If Percy knew Stark was trying to hack into Annabeth's computer, he would have destroyed the building. Banner went to stand in front of the window,

"I believe that, from what I've gathered. Percy Jackson is in the safe zone for insanity. He won't go crazy any time soon. But, he does have severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. From the way he acts, Mr. Jackson looks like he was born to lead armies, but he actually is one that listens to orders. He was ordered to kill Dr. Selvig, and Fury, you knew. You knew, but you couldn't do anything about this, why? Because the order was from levels of power much higher than your own." Banner concluded, Fury addressed him.

"Agent Jackson does not work for the American Government. That is his cover-up. He is one of SHEILD'S elite. I has no idea of this, but it was not me he was employed by, but the Council. He is one of their assassins, and they have been covering him up very well."

"Well, since this meeting is over, I'm going to run these blueprints over by Pepper. They have inspired me to build another building, but with more... how do you put it? Greek." Stark said, and left. Jane was weeping into Thor's shoulder, and he was glaring fire at everyone.

Clint was next to leave, he went to check on Percy, and I was sent to search his living quarters.

I walked into the apartment building and looked around, it looked normal. Too normal. I entered the master bedroom, there was a bed, a table, and the corner of a box peeping out from under his bed. I pulled it out.

Inside there were even more blueprints and sketches. There was also a photo album, labeled

Percy & Co. The Best Days at Camp

I flipped through the pages, in most of them were Percy and a blonde. They usually had a few others around them. They were all smiling, laughing, burning marshmallows, having water ballon fights, and canoeing. One of the pictures was of an underwater kiss. Then I knew, the blonde was Annabeth. THE Annabeth. The one Percy was so in love with, but died. I sighed, and put the album back. The pictures had all been happy ones. Percy was always smiling in the photos.

I continued to dig through the box, and found the shredded remains of a canvas. I pieced the slivers of material back together. It was Percy, hunched over the mangled body of a girl, tears running down his face, and her hand cupping his cheek. I gasped, this was most likely when she died. There were the initials R.E.D. at the bottom right.

I returned the box, and went into the bathroom, no mirror. It looked normal. Why was everything so normal?

His walk in closet was where I found juicy stuff. Swords, spears, shields, and a bronze knife, encased in a block of ice. The ice was impenetrable, and it wasn't melting.

I left everything as it was, and opened a broom closet. I expected to see guns and ammo, but there were stacks upon stacks of blueprints, books, laptops, a teddy bear, and a wooden sign that said,

Property of Annabeth Chase! Do not touch unless you wish to be brutally murdered by her highness, Queen Annabeth.


I chuckled, and closed the door. There was a clatter from the kitchen, and someone cursed.

Stealthily I walked towards the kitchen, and found... an underfed kid with black hair, digging through the fridge,

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" the kid asked, pulling a can of Diet Coke out. I had made no noise, but he had heard me. How?

"Who are you?" I asked, and the kid looked up. I could see he was pale, and had swirling eyes, like Percy's, but black. He had an aviators jacket on, black jeans, and black converse. He emanated fear, I felt the need to go buy a crucifix with this kid. He looked at me,

"Well?"

"How did you know I was here?" I asked, and he raised an impatient looking eyebrow,

"I felt your life presence. Now, who are you?" Like that wasn't weird at all.

"My name is Natasha Romanof, I'm a friend of Percy's. You?" I asked, reaching for my gun,

"I'm his cousin, Nico di Angelo at your service." he said, and took a sip of his drink, he didn't look any older than sixteen. "Where's Perce? We usually go out for pizza on Wednesdays. Is he on a mission?" he asked, I lied,

"Yeah." he grinned,

"I know he's not. He would have A. called me, or B. left me a notice. And by the way, I know he's been arrested for killing Erik Selvig." the kid said. I gave him a wary look,

"Are you a spy?" I asked, he grinned,

"Do I look like one? No. I'm not a spy. I'm just a cousin who keeps tabs on another cousin because a different female cousin is worried about the spy cousin. Keep up?" I nodded,

"If you know he's been arrested, why won't you do anything?" I asked, and he shrugged,

"Percy can handle it. He is after all, the Percy Jackson. Oh, and by the way, if you want Perce to go free quicker, you can call me, or tell Stark, Percy knows the password to the computer." I frowned,

"How do you know about the computer?"

"Anna- she was one of my best friends, and she was like my sister." he said, and tossed the empty can, wrote his number on a napkin, and walked out the door. Leaving me bewildered, and slightly amused.



Percy POV

After a fruitless interrogation, they led me to a room dark room, only saying, it was on orders from Fury, and Thor. I couldnt't see anything, and leaned on the walls for support. A light came on, and I saw me. There were so many of them. My eyes grew wide, I touched my face. Mirrors. I was in a cube made of mirrors.

The flashbacks began, my cheek, triggered when Annabeth had taken the sword for me. How she touched my cheek. My head pounded, and I staggered in pain.

She had blonde hair. Her beautiful gray eyes.

I could hear her voice,

"Seaweed Brain! Seaweed Brain! Seaweed Brain!" she said, and I fell to the ground, clutching my head in agony.

"Annabeth!!" I yelled, and her face came into view. She was crying today.

"Seaweed Brain! Seaweed Brain! Seaweed Brain!" she cried out.

"AAAGGHHH!!!! Annabeth!! Please!!" I screamed,

Tears ran down her face, and suddenly the pain tripled, and the worst memory came flooding back to me.

I was holding her head in my lap, stroking her sweat drenched hair,

"P-Percy, I'm scared." she whispered, clutching her side, where a spear had impaled itself in her,

"Annabeth, you have to hang on! Please! Please!" my voice cracked and tears ran down my face,

"Percy, an oath to keep with a final breath. I will always love you. Forever and ever, you will-agh- always... be my Seaweed Brain." She panted, and tears streamed down her face.

"No! Annabeth! No! Don't even consider dying! Please! For-for-for me! For your mom! For your dad and Thalia, and everyone! Please!" I sobbed, she stroked my cheek and sighed,

"I'll be waiting for you in Elysium. I love you Percy. Kiss me one last time Seaweed Brain." she whispered, and I bent forward, and gently placed my lips on hers. She coughed, a stream of red trickled down her cheek,

"Tell everyone I love them. 'Kay?"

"Anything for you Wise Girl. I love you." She smiled

"I love you to. I love you. I love you. I... Percy..." her hand fell from my cheek, and her eyes grew dull.

I clutched my head, screaming in pain.

"Annabeth? Annabeth! NO! ANNABETH!!" I screamed, and held onto her. I looked at her, her beautiful blonde sweat drenched hair, the imperial armor forged for her, her torn Camp t-shirt, and the dark red flower blooming on her right side. And her eyes, those beautiful gray eyes that would never see again. I raised a trembling hand, and gently closed her eyelids

That night, I truly sobbed over her. Gut wrenching pained sobs. Screaming her name.

My head pounded, and I blacked out.

"Save me."