"Hello Perseus." Doctor Banner was friendly, he tried to be nice and put the boy at ease.

"Percy." The silent boy corrected him.

"Hello then Percy."

"Hello."

"I'm here to do your medical evaluation. We'll start with psych then do physical."

"Fine."

"OK, we've already done the word test so I'll start with just asking some questions. Have you ever been formally diagnosed with any condition?" The doctor wanted to double check his findings.

"Dyslexia, ADHD and PTSD." He was emotionless, as if it didn't mean anything.

"Where do these conditions originate from?"

"ADHD and dyslexia from my fathers side and PTSD from what they call a 'traumatic experience'." Banner nodded, the boy clearly didn't want to talk about it.

"Alright now, it's like the word test,I'll say a colour and you tell me the first thing that comes to mind."
"Yellow."
"Will."
"Black."
"Nico."
"Silver."
"Thalia."  He was chocking slightly over each name, he hid it well but Banner had been doing his job for a long time.

"Orange."
"Camp." He had a ghost of a smile at that, but then his eyes went dark again.

"Brown."

"Stolls."
"Blue."
"M-mum." Banner frowned. They boy was starting to freak, he was sweating and each answer was getting harder for him to say.

"White?"
"Olympus."
"Red."
"Clarisse."

"Grey?"

"STOP!" everyone's heads snapped around as the boy, previously cold as stone, curled in on himself, shaking like a leaf. "No-no more. P-p-please."

"It's OK Percy, I stopped. Calm down." But the broken boy was too far gone to hear him.

"Please d-don't hurt her. STOP!" He jerked forward, crashing off his chair. The team, rushed in to try to help as the boy writhed on the ground. "Please." His voice sounded so broken, so unlike the confident soldier he'd been so far. "I don't care what you do to me just-just don't hurt her." He was whispering, pleading.

Tears were streaming down his face. They all went to him but his shaking  just got worse."Nico! Thalia! Please! Nononononononono. Come on. BREATHE!" He curled tighter in on himself, his knuckles going stark white.

Tony reached out to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Stop! Do not touch Perseus!" Thor had arrived at the tower and heard the screaming. "He is reliving something terrible, if touched his instincts will take over and the young hero will not be responsible for his actions! Back away from him or you'll make it worse!"

They hurriedly retreated from the shaking eighteen year old.

"What's happening, Point Brake?" Banner answered Stark before the thunder God got a chance.

"A flashback," he breathed out, "He has PTSD." He reminded them.

"What the hell happened to him!?" Clint had seen PTSD before (hell he'd had it!) but never this bad.

"The warrior Perseus has been through much, his life has not been a quiet one." Thor's usually happy, exuberant face was grim.

"Please," The broken soldier whimpered before his eyes rolled back and he fell into the blissful relief of unconsciousness.

Silence.

"Is he going to be OK?" Thor was quiet.

"He shall survive," the thunder God said finally, "We should take him to the wing of healing."
The heroes were too shaken to respond as they carefully picked the boy up and carried him to the infirmary.

Steve, Tony and Clint carried him with Banner getting the doors and Thor watching to make sure they didn't do anything to hurt the young hero. Romanov walked slightly away from them, carefully watching every member of her team and their reactions. This was not how any of them had expected the day to go.

The team sat waiting in the infirmary for hours as Tony and Bruce worked over Percy, hooking him up to machines like heart monitors and making sure he was as comfortable as possible.

Eventually they sat down too and the entire team simply sat waiting.

It was the next day by the time Percy opened his eyes. Needless to say he wasn't too happy with his situation.

"Great. Just great." He muttered as he sat up, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head, and set about removing himself from the wires watching his vitals.

"Stop." Steve had been woken by the rustling he was making.

"No." Percy kept going.

Steve lent forward and grabbed the boy's hand, intending to stop him from leaving, he didn't expect the broken boy to flinch when his hand touched him.

"I'm sorry." Steve backed off, the rest of the team were waking up."You can't leave yet."
"Why not? What do you psychopaths want with me!?" Since Tartarus and Gaea's chains, Percy had not reacted well to being kept down.

"We just want to help."
"Yeah." Agreed Tony.

"Well I don't want your help. I'll be fine! And all you've done so far is try to hurt me, so just leve me the fuck alone!"

"I'm sorry but we can't: we've been ordered to keep you here, you haven't been cleared of suspicion yet." Percy laughed darkly  at the irony of it all.

"I'll say it slowly for you then. I. Am. Not. A. Terrorist!"

"Then you'll be an interesting asset." Everyone except Percy jumped; he always knew who and what was close to him. Paranoia like that doesn't leave easily, he'd known exactly how many people were in the room from the moment he first woke up.

"I'm no one's asset."
"You are now."
"NO! I'm dam well not!" (A/n: Tee hee Dam) Percy had spent enough of his life being used, he was a God now for Olympus sake! A stupid mortal couldn't force him to do anything! But, angry as he was, he would never hurt them unless they attacked him, and even then he'd try not to use his full Godly powers. "Leave me be!"

"We want you to be an agent. To join the Avengers. Most boys your age would kill for the chance." The director raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not a boy and I'm certainly not like most people my age."
"Yes, I did notice that. Why aren't you like them, Perseus?"
"Percy. And that  it none of your business." He growled through gritted teeth.

"You have reflexes better than some of my agents, than any of my agents, you are stronger than Cap here, your strategy know no equal and you've clearly been scarred by something terrible. You're a soldier."
Silence.

"Am I wrong?" Percy ground his teeth. He sighed.

"No."

"Then you'll be perfect for the Avengers. Everyone of them has seen things they can never forget. They can help you."
"I don't need your help!"

"No. But you want it." Percy fell silent for  moment. Then he got angry.

"You know nothing about me, mortal!" Styxe! He hadn't meant to say that.

"Excuse me?"
"I.....it's a figure of speech." Hey, he had to try.

"No. It's not. What are you hiding?"
"And why would I tell you?"
"Because we can help you."
"I already said I don't need your help! And I don't want it either! Anyone who helps me ends up dead or worse! You may be the most infuriating people I've ever met, but you still don't deserve that!" A single tear fell down the lonely soldier's cheek.

The team was silent for a minute, then Steve spoke up.

"Who did you lose?" He asked quietly, the clear grief displayed allowed nothing else.

The hero laughed darkly.

"Who didn't I lose."

Again, there was silence. But it never stayed for long with these people.

Of course it was Stark who said it.

"This is complete bullshit! He's what? 18! He cant have been in anything worse than a car accident! What's wrong kid? You lose a parent in a car accident and decide to start telling people you're soldier!? You don't know anything about war! Anything about pain!"

"Me! I dont know anything!? WHY YOU USELESS, IGNORANT MORTAL!" Thunder crashed and the people present thought they could hear the sound of waves pummelling the shore as sudden rain smashed against the windows, "I'VE LOST MORE THAN YOU CAN EVER IMAGINE!" His eyes glowed with a fury and pain so deep it chilled the mortal heroes to the bone, "Two people who were close to me survived. Two. And that's because they were immortal already and one of them wasn't even fighting. Everyone else is dead! Everyone else was killed in front of me! Believe me, I know war! And I definitely know pain..." He pulled his shirt over his head. "If this isn't pain enough then I don't know what is." The heroes were confronted with a sight of nightmares, the boy's skin was covered in scars. Literally covered, not a scrap of skin left clear. You could see where he's stated applying cream to his neck so that he could walk in public without a mask without the mist. "Every one of these was made in the name of war or revenge." His hand went to a silver necklace around his neck, hanging on which, was a beautiful ring. "And this, this is all I have left of my fiance. After I was forced to watch as she was tortured to death by the enemy leader, then as her heart was ripped out of her chest and-and the-the enemy leader-a-ate half of it....all of this was done in the name of war."
The 'heroes' didn't even think to follow him as he ran out of the room.