"Some people watch

Some people pray

But even lights can fade away

Some people hope

Some people pay

But why'd we have to stay?

'cause Even heroes 

Get the blues."

~ Fake Your Death by My Chemical Romance from the album 'The Black Parade'

(Song is on the side. It can be found on Spotify and YouTube)

Steve Rogers : 

I pushed the buttons and went to my contacts. I went through them and eventually found Fury and called it. The phone went over once, then I heard his low voice through the speaker. "Hello?" "Hello, sir, with Steve, I got the kid at Stark Tower." "I'm comin'" and after that, he hung up. I  looked through the mirrored glass at Perseus. His face was in a look of pain, his body was shaking and tossing. For a few seconds, his mouth opened, but I heard no sound. "The speaker!" I thought out loud. I looked at the small, iron plate under the glass and pushed it, making a small silverish plate come out with buttons for volume and to turn it on and off. I put the volume on normal and turned it on. You could hear the tossing and the cracking of the bed. A blood-curdling scream of pain filled my ears when Perseus opened his mouth again. What was going on? "No! Let her go!" Who was her? That Annabeth girl? Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he whispered some things, I could not hear. The boy went on like that for at least half an hour, because that's when Fury arrived.

"And Captain, how is the boy doing?" I signed at the glass as an answer. He looked and saw the boy, the tossing and turning, the shaking, everything. "What do you think, Cap?" I was still looking at the crying teen as I said, "He is a broken warrior, Fury. When I found him, he was grieving and sobbing over someone. I didn't know who, but it was his fiancé. Annabeth Chase..."

...

Fury listened carefully as Steve spoke about the happenings of before. In some ways, he could not understand how this boy could be a warrior. He was a teenager! But, when the one-eyed man wanted to ask why Steve thought this, another bloodcurdling scream came out of the speakers.

"What is going on here!" The rest of the famous Avengers appeared in the hallway. The woman with the red hair, a man with anger issues, Robin Hood, the millionaire and the god. Fury turned the volume softer and looked at his team as they came closer.

When they had stopped, Tony Stark looked through the glass, "Since when do you lock up teenagers?" This sentence made the rest of the team, except for Steve, look at the glass, to see the teenager, tossing around. Another scream but this time not as loud, due to the softer volume.

"Who is he, Fury?" Natasha said while looking at the teenager in curiosity. With a straight face, he answered, "This teenager is Perseus Jackson." Thor immediately looked back at Fury at the name of the teenager. "Perseus Jackson?" He almost yelled through the hallways of Stark Tower. The other groaned at his loud voice. "Yes, Thor... Perseus Ja..." Before Fury could even finish the hero's name, Thom boomed, "Release him!" From a look of annoyance, Fury went to questioning. "Why would I release this kid? How do you even know him, Thor?" Thor put his weight on his other leg and said: "Because of reasons you would never understand, creepy man. You will never fully understand the world you live in. You will never fully understand Perseus Jackson." It didn't make any sense to Fury. Why would a Norse god ask for some teenager, who might be a terrorist, to be released? What was this all about?

Percy Jackson: 

I woke up sweating, my eyes wide and the feeling of burning in my head. Where was I... What happened... Bits of the happenings shot through my mind, giving me enough explanation. I was captured by someone. Again.

I looked around the room to see one metal table, two metal chairs, one toilet, a mirror, a door and the glass. You don't have to be smart to immediately know that they are watching you through there. I could feel the presence of multiple people on the other side. I knew if I would focus really hard, I could maybe see them. But that would cost too much energy, and I didn't want to sleep. So I just waved at the glass, probably shocking them and sighed. I looked at my hands.

I went over to one of the chairs and went to sit on it. I started looking over at the door in anticipation who would walk through that door.