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Question, Important: Should Sharon find out about the truth of CHB?

Eyyyy 20th part, things should start heating up soon.

I met Agent Sharon Carter in a rather beat-down armpit of SHIELD.

I was new, it was a kind of weird experience. One that I hadn't felt in a little while. An agent had come up to me after a particularly gritty fight with a monster. He'd said nothing, just handed me his business card and told me that his name was Coulson. That was it, then he left.

I didn't exactly expect more from the men in black. Y'know? They're supposed to be all mysterious, and I guess this guy got at least a B+ on his How To Be Extremely Creepy and Mysterious At The Same Type Without Being Sexual class. Edward Cullen probably failed that one.

So I called up this guy, there was a bunch of training, a school that I had to attend for a while and now I was here. Young and dyslexic, lost in a freaking maze that could rival the Labyrinth. It was kind of disgusting, like the boy's locker room of any standard school combined with Shrek's swamp. The place reeked. They needed some serious air freshener in here.

Sharon had found me, recognising me on instant. She'd rolled her eyes, standing in a sassy stance that was also extremely intimidating for someone who I'd just met that second. "Come on Percy, we're gonna be late." She'd told me, sounding slightly aggravated.

For what? I wasn't sure but me, having a panic attack because all I could see in front of me was a woman that looked exactly how Annabeth looked. Well, not exactly, but extremely and rather chillingly close. The blonde curls framing her face, the gradual ridge of her nose, the fairly shaped eyes and a little stubbed, chin.

It hit me worse than anything I'd ever experienced, and trust me, I'd experienced a lot.

She sighed, exasperatedly. "I always get stuck with the cute, weird ones. Come on." She said again and I snapped out of it.

I stuck to Sharon afterwards like a bad smell. She was essentially my interpreter in almost everything. She helped me find a foothold within SHIELD, people who'd look after me when she wasn't there. I wanted to tell myself that she was an individual person, different from Annabeth. Sharon would be quicker to anger, she was constantly asserting her dominance from her very posture to the words out of her mouth, she'd find a greater respect for weapons but found a way to balance wisdom too. Unfortunately, instead of falling for Sharon, I fell for the reflection of someone else that she gave off.

Which brings us to now.

My mouth gaped open and close for a couple of milliseconds. I'm sure if Annabeth were here she would've rolled her eyes and muttered. "Seaweed Brain." Then I got a harsh slap of reality and realised that Annabeth wasn't here and that I currently had a gun to my head.

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"First of all." I said, speaking slowly, "can we please put the gun down?"

"Not until you explain your summer camp experience." Agent 13 growled. In this moment, she wasn't Sharon Carter, famous niece of Peggy Carter, somewhat of a flirter to Captain America, the woman who, in almost every way reminded me of Annabeth. No, she was Agent 13, a rather cold and heartless potential killer that currently had the choice wether or not to blow my brains out.

Regardless, somewhere in there she was still Sharon, there just needed to be a little bit of reasonableness in my argument and we'd both go back to where we were.

I bit my lip, how was I going to get out of this one?

"Okay." I say. "A camp. I went to it when I was eleven, twelve. It was like any other camp. A little bit mythomagical if you ask me-"

"Mythomagical?" Sharon asked with a slight snort. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Mythological. I meant to say mythological. Nowhere as drastic as what was described in the debriefing package. Seriously Sharon, I haven't been there in what? Ten years?" I spoke the last words as my plea for reasonableness. This struck with her and she lowered the gun.

"I'm calling Fury." She ground out, pulling out her phone to call him.

"Sharon- no, wait." I held out a hand in front of the phone, stopping her from raising the phone to her ear. "Please."

"Why?" She asked, her eyes narrowed into slits, studying me carefully. "Why not?"

"You know." I breathed out heavily, dropping my hand from her phone. "Because I can't get traced to anything from my past, it was supposed to be a clean slate, a new start." I slump back into my chair, my words barely more than a whisper. "But now it's just me trying to keep it from everyone."

Sharon dropped her phone and I instantly knew she was taking pity on me, kinda pathetic on my part but still...

The situation seemed to have been subsided until the Ares Cabin came along.