"It wasn't your fault." I said to Wanda before exiting the quinjet into the Avengers Facility. Shortly after Wonder Woman disappeared, using the distraction of throwing me into the wall, Wanda had apparently misfired with containing a bomb, accidentally sending it into the side of a building. The Avengers, after helping with evac, had quickly disappeared, no one had looked to the news yet but the media whiplash was sure to be horrendous.

Wanda's just looked up to me, her eyes shattered and brimming with tears. I bit my lip, "No matter what they tell you, you saved more people on the ground than you did in that building." Her hands were shaking and a tear streaked down her cheek.

I left, not because I didn't want to comfort Wanda, but that if I elaborated any further, the ghosts of my past might wrench themselves from their own graves and dance around in my head. It was seriously, the last thing I needed right now.

I drove Wanda's car back home because she told me that she'd be staying a the facility for a little while, well, that's what Tony'd told her would be best. I sent my status to Steve, telling him I'd return home for a couple of days because of my mission coming up, but that I'd be on call. He gave me a nod and told me to avoid this as much as possible. I agreed.

I parked Wanda's car at the Tower and Vapour-Trailed back to the apartment. Most of all, I wanted to sleep, perhaps there'd be a chance that I'd see Annabeth. I checked my phone, no calls or texts from anyone. I groaned, rubbing my eyes and slumped on the couch.

Against better interest, I turned on the tv. News reports of a car hijacking, a shoddy presidential race and what happened in Lagos was what mostly occurred. Apparently a super secret country that still had a monarchy were taking it personally. I just groaned again before turning off the tv and falling asleep.

The park. Trees softly blowing. There she is, she turns to me, worry on her face.

"There's... Interference." She murmurs, I advance towards her, reaching for the hand at her side, she pulls away. "Percy, remember your enemies."

"Which ones?" I cried, the wind picked up violently, whipping leaves past us like little blades.

"Dammit Seaweed Brain!" She cried. Yep, definitely Annabeth. "Your enemies. Your first enemies. You need allies for this. And Percy-"

Her lips were open to say something more but the dream faded and I awoke with a jolt to a very impatient knock on the door.

I stumbled, slipping and with a groan, falling on the floor. I rubbed the couch creases out of my cheek and patted down my hair before throwing the door open without bothering to check who it was.

"Good. You're awake." Sharon Carter said grumpily, pushing her way past me and into my apartment. "I was beginning to think you'd been hanging out with those Avengers lately. Rude of you." She laid out files on the kitchen table which still had the ritual for the sleeping spell on it.

"I was asleep thankyouverymuch, Agent." I grimaced, rubbing the side of my face.

"So you were asleep, I knew it!" She grinned, "remember? It's Friday? You've got the mission today?" She grinned lopsidedly.

"Oh yeah." I nodded, filling the kettle with water, the details of the mission coming back to me. "I remember that."

"Yeah, well it's just a scouting mission so no contact but we believe it to be heavily guarded. It's a cult that seems to worship ancient divinity creatures. Most of the inhabitants are teenagers but appear hostile. Apparently we aren't supposed to engage or be spotted so it might come to a stakeout."

"Yuck." I grimaced, making Sharon her favourite tea. Without all of her Agent 13 suit and lingo, she didn't look as intimidating. "Stakeouts."

"You sound like you're going to be doing your fair share of them soon." Sharon laughed, then seeing my clueless reaction, she mumbled under her breath. "With the whole, y'know, Accords thing."

"Huh?"

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'll explain in the car."

"Oh, okay."

"Anyway, are you ready?" She asked expectantly, her arms crossed and tapping her foot, her blonde curls framing her face.

"Gimme ten minutes to shower." I gave her a thumbs up.

...

Half an hour later, we were loading into the car, Agent 13 grumbling how I took longer than her teenager niece. I sighed and she started driving. I used the spare few minutes to text Thalia.

Where u at?

I wasn't expecting a reply anytime soon, so instead, I sat back in the chair and like any good agent, began asking questions. "What's the estimated quantity of people there?"

"Unconfirmed, about four hundred or so on early estimates." She said, tapping the wheel as she drove.

"Do we have anything on what exactly is it they worship?" I asked, absentmindedly.

"Not exactly, we know it's ancient and mythologic, we're thinking Nordic but we've still gotta get the experts to confirm the evidence."

"Evidence?" I asked.

"Satellite images, we sent an agent to scout and he didn't get much, it's very well situated."

"So we're supposed to get more info?" I asked, watching the second car behind us that'd been trailing us from Fifth Street." I frowned.

"Yes, just a scouting, zero contact. It's preferable that in the event of contact that its diplomatic-"

"Yeah, I know, standard protocol." I grumble, narrowing my eyes as the car that was trailing us followed us off the highway. The driver was leaning over his steering wheel, watching us very intently. "We've got a tail." I mutter, Agent 13 steals a quick glance at the mirror, suddenly taking a sharp right, the car follows.

"Wonderful." She muttered, grinding her teeth. "Just what I need before scouting crazy cults."

She takes a sharp left and then another right. The car picks up speed and so does Sharon, she has a very determined look on her face and everytime she wrenches the steering wheel, her nose scrunched into a slight sneer. Very vicious, much scared.

We loose the guy after a good ten minutes, I redirect her back onto the right path and we continue our journey. We pass a couple of fields of cows and I smile. "I've been here before, I used to go to a Summer camp just through those trees and over the hill." I point out the window, a sense of nostalgia overcoming me.

Suddenly, Sharon makes a sharp left, almost sending me out through the opposite window. She revs it down a dirt-track road and then decides she's in the right spot because she grinds to a stop. Before I can ask what, she unlocks her seatbelt and whips around on me, a gun to my head.

"Percy start talking." She growls, her eyes blazing, I raise my hands in surrender.

"What the flip." I cry, "what do you mean?"

"I said start talking. That camp, what is it?"

"A summer camp!" I cry, "what else did you think it was?"

"Percy, that summer camp is the cult group we're supposed to be investigating!"