Summary: He's not a Demigod anymore- he left that aspect of his life behind a long time ago. Now he's an agent of SHIELD. With his past haunting him and the Avengers attracting trouble Percy Jackson is about to find out what it really means to be an Agent of SHIELD. Angst! Slight character bashing.
Rating: T
Word Count: 69,825
Status: Complete
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8402839/1/Demigod-Project
Chapter 1: Prologue
December 21st, 2008
The tension in the room was as thick as the snow that was falling outside. For the first time in some hours the grand throne room of the Greek gods was silent. The three brothers no longer threw petty insults at one another, the bastard children of the king no longer bickered with their step-mother, even Apollo was not listening to his Ipod. Instead, the twelve gods of Olympus looked with mixed emotions at the teenager who knelt in front of them.
The teenager had long since given up on standing. Stubborn like his father he stood and stared at each of the gods with defiance in his stunningly green eyes. For hours he had stood like that, until the sentence had been served. They had watched as his eyes widened, fists clenched, and knees shook.
"I didn't do it!" The nineteen year old had pleaded.
"The majority is against you," Lord Zeus said calmly- feeling neither pity nor sadness. "You have been found guilty of two counts of murder-"
"-I didn't do it,"
"-and for your crimes you shall be discarded from the ranks of the gods and banished from any sacred areas,"
That was when the teen's knees had collapsed beneath him. His hands had splayed open and rested against the marble. Head bowed he looked much smaller then he really was. Tears slid silently down his face as he tried to come to grips with what had just happened.
"I didn't do it," the teen repeated "I didn't kill them-"
"You are to be stripped of the Curse of Achilles, all weapons, and your camp beads," Zeus acted as if he was conversing with his wife- controlled, with anger boiling just under the surface. "You shall be marked a traitor for the rest of this life and whatever life that may follow."
It felt as if someone had dropped ice down the back of his shirt. He shuddered as he felt the small of his back flash hot and cold continuously until it finally stopped. That was just the beginning thought. A horrible burning sensation ripped across his whole back. He yelled out at the sudden pain and attempted to grip through the marble of the floor. Hot stickiness dripped down his back and stuck to his already ragged shirt.
Percy Jackson raised his head and stared at his father. Percy had always been told he had his fathers eyes, strong, defiant, and unreadable at times, but now it was the complete opposite. While Percy's swam with tears and had become bloodshot with pain Poseidon's remained cool and shut off.
"Father, please," Percy's voice cracked feebly.
Like the sea, Poseidon did not listen to the humans plea. He merely let a hint of pity leak into his ice like eyes before making it disappear as quickly as it came. Head dropping yet again he bit his lip at the agony ripping through him. But then he was falling. Falling so fast he felt as if he would never hit the ground- and if he did that he would surely break like a fallen vase on impact.
The landing wasn't soft, but it wasn't horrible either. It was an empty clearing, not even trees would grace this place with their presence. It had to be outside cam, theoint fom which he lhad left. The son of Poseidon- could he still even call himself that? - knelt on the ground once more and dug his fingers into the dirt.
"I didn't do it," Percy whispered to the empty clearing. Snow continued to fall around him- it would soon be classed as a blizzard. He shivered at the cold, fingers and toes already going numb. "I didn't do it!"
It was roared up at the sky so loud birds flew from their nests in panic. Percy flumped back against the thick snow on the ground. It quickly numbed the burning pain radiating from his back. His wrist felt light without the presence of his watch, his pocket felt empty without his pen, and his chest felt as if someone had punched a hole through it. Pain continued to ripple through him and he held back another onslaught of tears.
"Quite a fall you had there, Mr Jackson" someone said loudly over the snow.
Percy opened the eyes he hadn't realised he'd closed. Sitting up slowly he looked at the man who stood calmly in the snow. With gloved hands clasped in front of him and a long black cloak wrapped around his smaller then average form he looked as if he could be enjoying a day in Central Park.
The man continued "I hope you didn't break anything,"
"Who are you?" Percy questioned through his broken state "how do you know my name?"
"I'm Agent Phil Coulson of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division," Agent Coulson said calmly.
"What?" Percy asked blearily.
"We're still working on the name. Let's just say I'm part of an interested party," Agent Coulson said with a small "We've had our eye on you for some time now, Mr Jackson. You have special abilities that have caught our interest."
"What do you want?" Percy stood up quickly, not liking being on the ground in front of a potential enemy. Always the soldier his hand reached for his favoured weapon- but he came up empty. While his heart silently missed a beat Percy tried to gather some semblance of calm.
"How do you feel about working for a government agency, Mr Jackson?"