The Boy Born From the Sea

File: Winchester Isn't Just a Gun

   Phil sighed to himself as he watched the figure on the couch. The person was clothed in all black, lips set in a thin line, as he cleaned numerous weapons, "You really should rest."

   "I'll rest when I'm dead," The person responded, checking the scope on a rifle. "Status report?"

    "Bomb's still not found. You know, Mr. Stark doesn't want you to-"

   "Phil, I couldn't give a flying shit as to what Anthony wants. Now, make yourself useful and hand me that rag, would you?" The person waved their hand to his left absentmindedly as he lifted up another gun.

   "Agent Jackson, I am not your nanny," Phil sniffed but handed it over anyway. "You really should rest-" There was a beep and he paused for a moment, "They located the bomb."

   "And it's...?"

   "At the children's hospital."

   "Son of a bitch!" Percy stood up quickly, placing his colt on the back of his pants, covered by his shirt. He put his foot on the coffee table and slipped a small knife into the side of his boot, "How 'bout the others?"

   "They went inside to try and talk to Doom. If you're going to go all 'Dean Winchester' on them, then you're going to need your old outfit."

   "Dean Winchester? From Supernatural?" Percy arched an eyebrow at the agent, "You watch that?" At Phil's hesitant nod, the demigod continued, "What season are you on?"

   "Three."

   "Oh, sweet, me too. We should totally watch it together some time," Percy grinned, clapping the older man on the back. "Although, Dean would be acting way more protective than I am right now."

   "And how do you know that?" Phil tilted his head, barely noticeable, as he dropped the rag on the table.

   "'Cause I met hi- You know what, it doesn't matter. I'll be going now. Keep me posted, 'kay?"

   "Wait, what do you mean 'you met him'- And, he jumped out of the window," Phil sighed, probably for the fifteenth time, and sat down on the couch. "A sick Percy is a pissed Agent Jackson..."

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   "You feeling guilty yet?"

   "Barton, I swear to the gods, if you ask that one more time, I'll test out the new exploding arrows on you," Tony grit out as he blasted a Doom Bot. "Yes, I feel guilty but what was I supposed to do? He would have gotten hurt!"

   "Well, I mean, I know I haven't gone on any missions with him before he joined the Avengers but wouldn't Coulson have mentioned something like this before? I mean, he would have tried to stop Percy or-"

   "Hold that thought," Tony cut in, focusing on the readings in front of him. "J, are you sure?"

   "Yes, sir. I have located the bomb in the children's hospital two streets down."

   "Son of a bitch!"

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   "Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb~" Percy sang quietly to himself as he crawled through a vent, "Mary had a little lamb, who's fleece was white as snow~" He paused as he heard voices and looked down. Children were huddled in a corner, looking at three bots with fearful eyes as they trained blasters at them. He hummed quietly, allowing the sound to drift down towards them.

   The children caught it and looked up slightly, wondering where it came from. It didn't appear like the bots heard it, as they didn't move an inch. "Mary Had a Little Lamb," A small boy whispered, voice a bit raspy from coughing earlier. "It's Mary Had a Little Lamb."