Kept Behind Enemy Lines

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Percy groaned as he came too. He raised a hand to his face and tenderly prodded the large bruise on his forehead.

Stupid shield. Percy thought.

Sitting upright Percy scanned new surroundings. A white ceiling with blue and silver walls and a simple grey carpet. To his left was a bathroom, behind him was a closet and in front of him was the door to the room. Percy opted for the bathroom. A nice shower could do him good.

Percy had no idea where he was, but if they had given him a shower he was certainly using it. Percy stood up but was yanked back down.

A silver bracelet cuffed his left hand to the bed frame.

Handcuffs. Lovely. He thought. With a sigh he made himself comfortable and waited for somebody to come knocking. A brief smile passed his lips as he realised he was no longer possessed by that horrible machine. It was quickly wiped away when Blondie came in, followed by two others Percy didn't recognise.

"Hi Perseus. How are you feeling?" He asked, a concerned look washing over his features. Percy wasn't buying it.

"Oh you know, just a little restricted." Percy replied and shook his cuffed hand. He had to act tough. He couldn't let these people see through the walls he put up. If he acted tough, maybe they'd decide he wasn't worth it and leave him alone. Or maybe they'd try break him, but Percy wasn't thinking about that yet. Nor did he think it would be all too hard.

"That was a safety precaution."

"For you or for me?"

"Us obviously. Do I look like I want this handsome face beaten up?" A man with black hair cut in. For some reason Percy's mind flashed to Zeus but quickly stopped. With the exception of flashbacks Percy hadn't thought about them in years. Even though the mans arrogance appeared to act like a shield to Percy, much like his own 'tough act'.

His wild dark hair was swept back from his face, and his eyes were a few subtle shades darker. They held the look of genius and haunting, one of which Percy was familiar with from his own eyes. He had a slight beard going for him too. He held himself at a confident and relaxed stance, looking as though he was confident in himself -which he probably was- and as if he had not a care in the world.

"Look, Perseus-"

"Percy."

"Percy. We just want to ask you some questions." The the other man, with curly black hair said. The roots of it were turning a dusty grey, and his hair was blown back much like the other guy. Glasses were perched on his nose, slightly magnifying the matching colour eyes. His posture was more tense, as if he seemed constantly alert, and a little tense, like his past suggested he'd been completely ridged trying to keep something in.

"Can we ditch the bracelet?" Percy rattled his hand again.

"Sorry kid. I don't think so." Dark hair said.

"Do I at least get introductions?" Maybe if Percy could gather some intel his late presence would be forgiven. Although he half expected to be punched for asking. Thinking about it, he had no idea how long he'd been out for and whether or not he had long until the dreaded 24 hours he had was up.

"Well, I'm Steve and this is-" Blondie began.

"Woah woah woah. Hold up. You honestly don't know who we are?" Dark hair interrupted incredulously.

"Should I?" Percy looked at the man apprehensively.

"Yes. Because we only saved New York from total destruction. C'mon kid! We're the Avengers. The worlds mightiest heroes. And all that, doesn't ring a bell?"