~song at the top is Monster by Imagine Dragons. It's the song Dragon plays part of.~

Dragon’s apartment

Dragon pulled out a ukulele from under the bed – no sheet music, she knew this one by heart – then started to play and sing.

“Ever since I could remember,
Everything inside of me,
Just wanted to fit in
I was never one for pretenders,
Everything I tried to be,
Just wouldn't settle in

If I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough,
If this problem lies in me -”

She broke off. “Loki, I know you’re there.” The god walked into the brightly-lit room, as always, slightly averting his eyes from her scarred face. She had grown used to it – no one, not even Steve, could meet her eyes for more than a moment.

“There’s someone here to see you.” She sighed and stood, placing her ukulele aside and walking into the kitchen.

 “Hello? Who is it?”

A dark skinned man, wearing an eyepatch, rose from the kitchen chair. His one remaining eye shone golden in the artificial light.

Golden eyes. Where have I seen that?, thought Dragon. She knew she was missing something.

“Dragon, yes? I am Director Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. – the first line of defence for the US against supernatural threats. Please, walk with me.”

They left the apartment and moved onto the busy city streets, gradually moving away from the populated areas. Director Fury made careful, casual conversation about her brother, pretending he thought she was mortal.

They moved onto an empty road, and six agents in black moved out of an alleyway. One of them aimed a gun at her. “Please do not move. You are being taken into S.H.I.E.L.D. custody as a potential threat to the United States of America. As such, you do not have any political rights-”

Dragon ran inhumanly fast. She got almost a block in less than the three seconds it took the agent to fire two paralysis darts between her shoulder blades. She crumpled to the ground.

TIME SKIP OF EVIL

She woke up kneeling in a darkened room, her back to the wall and wrists above her head. Oh no, not again, she thought.

A light snapped on and the  Eidolon-Fury entered the room. He walked up to her.

“Who are you?” She looked at him.

“Dragon."
Dragon Black, co-founder of the Noctes, founder of Radical Pacifism, Healer, Protector... Monster.

“Who do you work for? Are you still allied with HYDRA?”

“Do you mean the mythological creature, the terrorist organisation, or the microorganism? Because I gotta tell you, the microorganism is pretty damned cool, although I wouldn't touch the mythological creature with a bargepole.”

He slapped her in the face, knocking her head to one side. She could taste blood. She rang her tongue along her lower lip. Definitely split.

“What are you? Some kind of super soldier? What exactly can you do?”

She glared at him. “Has it occurred to you to ask my brother? Maybe invite me out for coffee to discuss my past?”

Fury laughed. “Clearly, you aren’t who Rogers thinks you are. You are taking advantage of him, trying to convince him you are someone from his old life. What are you?”

She spat in his face, a congealed mixture of saliva and blood. “Go to hell.”

“I guess we’re doing this the hard way, then.”

ANOTHER TIME SKIP BECAUSE OF MY INEPTITUDE I’M SORRY

He pressed the blade of the knife against her shoulder again. “What powers do you have?”

“I’m pretty good at playing ukulele, actually. Especially wh-” She stifled a scream as he dragged the blade down her arm.

"What are your powers, Dragon?"

"I can sing too. I like the emo quartet, especially twenty one pilots and Panic! At Th-"

Blood dripped down to join the growing puddle on the floor, as her eyes flickered to turquoise. Keeping control and thinking up new and sassy remarks was really taking it out of her. He stood.

“Try to rethink your answers. Unless you enjoy this.” He left the room.

Dragon managed to look around, dizzy from blood loss. She smashed one tap off the sink with a half-brick, creating a fine spray of mist, and pulled a single drachma out of her pocket, the last one she had brought.

“Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please, sends help. Send anyone who can help me. You owe me one, remember.” She slumped dizzily to the floor and her eyes closed.

***

Dragon opened her eyes. She was lying on a camp bed somewhere, but that didn't matter.

Because leaning over her in concern, was Nico di Angelo, someone she thought had died almost ninety years before. Older, tired, but with the unmistakable smile stretched across his face.

"Nico!" She tried to sit up, only to scream out in pain and collapse back, breathing heavily.

"Lie down. Will thinks you have three broken ribs, a punctured lung, not to mention the cuts on your arms, legs and back. Where did you get all those scars?"

Dragon focused on what seemed to be the most important part of the sentence.

"Who is Will? Can he be trusted?"

Nico flushed. "He's my… boyfriend. I trust him with everything. I met him at, uh, summer camp."

Then a boy with blond hair and a smile like sunshine walked in.

"Apollo," I gasped, but then realised my mistake. This boy was powerful, but not a god. "No, of course not. I'm so sorry..."

The boy stared at me. "How did you know? Are you a..."

I shook my head hesitantly. "Legacy."

Nico frowned. "Wait, so..."

I looked at the face of my old friend, similar and yet so different. Last I had seen him, he was eight. Now he was eighteen, older than I would ever be. I mentally sorted through a list of major and minor deities, comparing them to my old friend.

"Nico – you’re a son of Hades?" He nodded. "And you're a legacy."

Will walked over and handed me a piece of ambrosia. "Here, eat this." I broke off half and handed the rest back to him.

"I can't eat it all. I've had too much already recently. I was kidnapped by some inept idiots trying to sell me to a terrorist group."

I swallowed what I was given, and unexpectedly started crying. Nico hugged me awkwardly. "Brings back memories?"

I nodded. "Bucky's, his favourite chocolate pastries, from, from this tiny family bakery in back street New York. Kowalski & Sons." I broke down again. "I miss him, Nico."

Nico nodded. "I know." I looked at him.

 "Bianca? Oh no. I should have been there for you." He hugged me again, and now he was crying too.

Will glared at me. I wondered what was going through his mind, then I realised.

"No, Will, I'm not coming on to your boyfriend. He's just a very, very old friend. Besides, I wouldn't. I'm asexual and aromantic."

His gaze lightened, but he still looked at me suspiciously.

I looked directly at Nico. "You still remember the glyph for healing?" Nico nodded, and pulled out a biro.

I held out my left forearm, already covered in glyphs for speed, strength, and control, as well as hunger relief, awakening, and many more.

He inked the mark onto my arm, three interlocking circles, two stars, and two dots.

He looked closer and frowned. "Three awakening runes. THREE. You could kill yourself!" I glared at him.

"You of all people know why I need them - perhaps better than my brother. Only a few people know about the glyphs-" I glanced at Will - "More, now."

I thought for a second, and then snapped my fingers. "Nico, can I borrow a drachma? I left mine at my apartment."

He handed me a gold coin, and I said, "Now, some water." Nico laughed. "Who are you IMing?"

"Percy. He's in contact with my brother, and if I IMed my brother he'd flip."