Chapter 11
*Thor*
Perseus pulled off his shirt and I stared at him with horror. No person, fine or not, should have to never go through something so tragic. There were scars everywhere. He stood up, spread his arms, and spun in a slow circle, showcasing his tortured flesh. I winced at the sight of him every time I saw a new, horrible scar.
I noticed that Perseus was clenching his jaw, trying to keep from exploding from the amount of ogling we were giving him. I cleared my throat, everyone turned to look at me, which I noticed, made Perseus relax just a little. “Put your shirt back on Perse-” I caught myself. “Percy. I want to know, who did this to you? No one deserves such a fate, not even you, grand hero.”
“I’m not a grand hero, I’m a kid caught in bad circumstances and did everything I could to make it better. There’s a difference. Besides, there are heroes far grander than me. I didn’t do things single handedly, I had help, okay? I don’t care what you know about me, it's not all that true. And it doesn’t matter who did it, they are already dead.”
“I have heard many things of you hero, I took them to heart. All of your adventures and heroics were told throughout the halls of Asgard. Your death was mourned by many, but we thought that you had died long before you say you almost did. I thought that you were an old myth, from the times of Hercules. When you talked on the subject of the Gods like you knew them, I knew something was up. You being humble, and trying to spare us pain, and your appearance overall is what led me to figure out your identity. It may not make a difference for you to tell us who did this to you, but it will help you. You may take your time with your story, start at the beginning when you first knew if it makes you more comfortable about telling us. You may gloss over some details you don’t want us to know, but you have tell us the whole story at some point. I ask you to swear this on the River Styx.” I said, I didn’t expect him to swear, but I felt a certain satisfaction knowing that I had tried to get him to share.
“Seems like an unfair deal. I have to work with you, be a somewhat prisoner of yours, and I also have to share my past. Not cool. You guys have to throw something into the deal.” Percy pointed out, he seemed to think for a minute, the snapped his fingers. “Okay, how about this. In exchange for what Thor said, including being an equal part of this team and being able to leave whenever I want to, you guys have to tell your stories first. You can gloss if you want to, but like me you have to tell the whole complete truth at some point, and you have to tell me all about this agency. What it does, who it's run by, it’s history, things like that, and no glossing over anything whatsoever. You also have to tell me all about the Battle of New York. Sound fair?”
I looked toward my comrades, I asked them what they thought with my eyes. They all exchanged glances, because it was clear I was going to agree. They then looked back at me and nodded. “Director Fury has to be present, is that a problem?” I asked.
“Not at all.” Percy said smirking. “I, Percy Jackson, swear on the River Styx to the boundaries of the deal we have spoke about, about telling all of you about my past, telling the whole truth at some point, and being part of the team for as long as I am needed, or if I want to stay longer than that.”
“And I, Thor Odinson, swear on the River Styx, and swear on behalf of my teammates, that we treat you as an equal member, that you get to leave when you want. That we have to tell you our stories, and tell the whole truth at some point. That we have to tell you all about the agency and tell the whole truth about it, and also tell the whole truth about the Battle of New York.” I replied in turn. Thunder rolled loudly twice in the distance, signaling that our swears had been taken into account, and stored, and also foreshadowing the trouble that would ensue if we didn’t abide by the swear we made.
“Now, let us head back to the meeting room, I shall grab the tarts that pop for proficient snacking.” I said.
We all nodded, and headed to the meeting room, shortly, commander Nicholas Fury joined us in the hallway. He followed us, and we all sat down in the seats we were in before.
I informed Nicholas Fury of the deal that was made, and he nodded to say that he approved of it, but looked irked, as if he wanted to be informed first before the deal was fully made.
“So,” Percy said, folding his hands together, placing his elbows on the table, and his chin on his hands. He stared hard at the Avengers. “Who’s telling their story first? Black Widow? Thor? The Hulk? Captain America? Or Hawkeye? Tick-Tock, sooner or later there’s going to be trouble, and we’ll have to start sooner than later, so we might as well get really far into story time before we have to fight something or we have to take a nap like the little kids we are all going to feel like.” When no one answered because of the initial sarcasm and humor of his statement, he rolled his eyes. “Come on now, don’t be shy, we haven’t got all day. Who wants to be the first one to go and get it over with?”
We all looked at each other, then burst into a loud argument about who was going when. Nobody wanted to go first and nobody wanted to go last. Finally Bruce sighed in annoyance, and said, “Fine, I guess I’ll go first. As long as it stops all of this pointless bickering.”
“I’ll go last,” Tony said smirking. “Might as well save the best for last.” Percy coughed, but it sounded like he was discretely saying ‘ego’.
The rest of the places got decided rather quickly after that. Bruce sighed, looking reluctant. Then he began.