AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Just so you know Percy's time in Tartarus will be different from in HoH
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Percy POV

I wake up and my first thought is: grey. My entire room is painted grey. Oh Styx, will I ever catch a break?

Looking at my room reminded me of Annabeth. All of the walls and floor were painted grey as well and I just couldn't stop thinking about Annabeth's lifeless cold grey eyes as she died.

I really want to roll onto the floor and cry but I am obviously being held hostage by someone and they obviously have video cameras. They were most likely watching me right now... And I was not going to appear weak by crying over the color of my room.

I close my eyes and use the water in the atmosphere to sense where I am. I shift the water particles outside so that they rest on the outside of whatever I am in. It looks like I am on a plane thing..

Oh Styx. The sky? Why did I have to be in the sky? Hopefully my uncle Zeus, god of dramatics, doesn't blast me out of the sky.

I am so pre-occupied that I don't realize someone is walking towards my room until they open the door and look at me.

It is the redhead girl that Was part of the group that attacked me thet other day.

"Hello... Perseus, right?"

"It's Percy" I mutter, under my breath. But she still hears me.

"Well Percy I would like you to follow me please." She smiles sweetly but I know it's all fake, that this is just a charade.

As soon as she says 'follow me' I tense up, this can't be good. I remember when I was in Tartarus and monster's would smile evilly and say 'come with me', then I would be dragged into another torture room and-

I shake my head, 'Don't go think about that now' I mentally scold myself.

I look up to see her standing there expectantly. So I get up and follow her. I mentally keep track of the twists and turns so that I know my way back. A little trick I learnt from Tartarus.

'Left, left, right, left, left, right, right..'

Finally we stop at an interrogation room. It sort of reminded me of Tartarus but this room didn't have torture knives or a whipping stand...

"Well here we are.." She gives me a fake smile and casually looks over me. I look down at my appearance and see that I am wearing tattered jeans and my blue shirt is ripped. Luckily the fabric still covers up my scars from Tartarus.

I nod at her and walk in taking the seat in the middle of the room. 'This is sooo cliche' I think to myself. White room, one long window that I can't see out of but they can probably see me, video cameras all around the room plus microphones, and finally a single chair in the middle. So cliche..

Tony POV

As Natasha goes and gets the kid, all of the Avengers (minus Thor 'cause he is in a meeting on Asgard about some god thing...) stand in the room opposite the interrogation room.

We can see through the window so if the kid gets violent we can rush in and stop him. As we wait Fury goes over the plan ... AGAIN.

"So Tony will go first and get information on how smart he is. Then Natasha will find out about his family background. Next Bruce will test his mental health. After that Clint will test his knowledge on battle strategies and finally Steve will gather info on his strength and battle skills. Understood!?"

I sigh .. Geez we have gone over this like a hundred times already. Thor would have been in charge of figuring out his powers (if he has any), but he isn't here and none of us really know anything about powers as well as Thor does.

After what feels like an eternity the door FINALLY opens and Natasha steps through.

"Kay he's in their, Tony you're up!"

I smile unenthusiastically and walk out and into the other room. I find him sitting in his seat. His clothes are ripped and I can see his muscles through his shirt. Yikes someone works out.

"Hey kid"

"It's Percy"

"Right .. Percy.. So could you answer a few questions for me?"

He nods.

"Okay what is 2+2?"

"4"

"Good job!" I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now who was the first president of the USA?"

He looks at me like 'are you friggin serious'. I smile and say "Na, I'm just joking. Don't worry."

He just stares at me blankly. Okay kid we are playing that game huh..

"What is your average grade?"

"Usually C's and D's. But if I'm really lucky I will get an F," He says sarcastically. I can tell he's getting pissed off at my questions by now.

"Okay, well-"

"You didn't tell me you name."

"Huh?" I whisper, baffled that he actually could be bothered to want to know my name...

"What is you name," he repeats with absolutely no emotion in his voice.

"Tony, Tony Stark." He nods.

"So ... It was nice talking to you." I hurry out before the kid weirds me out too much.

As soon as I step out I see Natasha waiting to go in, I don't even look at her as I walk back into the room with the others.

Natasha POV

After watching Tony's interrogation I realize that this kid isn't going to warm up to us straight away. I walk in and see him sitting there looking very bored.

"Hi" I begin.

"Hey" He responds.

"So I am here to talk about your family," I notice him tense slightly and sit up a bit straighter. Huh, weird.

"So could you please tell me your mum's name and you father's name."

He glares at me slightly but says, "My mum is Sally Jackson, my step-father is Paul Blofis."

"Do you know who your real father is?"

His glare increases and he looks straight in my eyes as he says, "I have seen my father 6 or 7 times. He's not important."

I swear I heard thunder rumble in the distance but I figure I'm just hearing things because there are clear sky's outside.

"Any uncles..?"

"I have two uncles on my father's side."

I nod.. "Any siblings?"

"I have one half-brother."

I nod my head again. He was interesting, maybe he joined a life of terrorism to rebel against his father who left him? He obviously has some issues with his family.. Very interesting indeed.

I smile, "Thank you".

He stares at me blankly and I walk out.

Well the interrogation could have gone worse but I didn't really find out about anything .. Only that he might have some bitterness towards his father. I sigh, that boy was going to be difficult.

I motion for Bruce to go in.. I give him the 'good luck' look and stalk off deep in thought.

Bruce POV

I walk in and immediately notice that he isn't sitting still, his fingers are drumming against his leg and his eyes are darting around the room. He also has bags under his eyes, like he hasn't been sleeping properly and he looks slightly underfed..

He stares at me as I stare at hmk finally I say "Hello I am Dr Banner and I would like to ask you a few things."

"Okay.." I see his eyes widen slightly when I said 'doctor' if I wasn't a trained professional I wouldn't have noticed.. I wonder where he learned to hide his emotions so well.

"Yes so firstly have you ever been diagnosed with any erm problem's.."

"I am ADHD and Dyslexic."

"Have you been sleeping well recently?"

He stares at me for about ten seconds before finally muttering "No".

"Why not?"

"Next question" He states his voice and eyes hard.

Okay.. I feel the need to move on. "Okay Perseus-"

"Percy" He mutters impatiently.

"-I am going to say a word and I want you to say the first word to pop into your head."

He nods

So I start: "Red"

"Blood"

"Friends"

"Death"

"Happiness"

"None"

"Hope"

"Lol"

"Death"

"Nico"

"Family"

"Camp"

"War"

"Sacrifice.."

Right; the kid is insane.

I look at him and see his usually sea green eyes darken, I see the broken look in his eyes. I see the look that tells you that he has seen things that no other teenager has seen.

I nod solemnly and walk out without another word. In can see the distant look in his eyes as if he is recalling memories.

This kid couldn't have fought in a war before.. Could he?