The people he didn't know took him down the stairs.

Will had given him new clothes.

A blue shirt and jeans.

They were comfortable.

Familiar.

He put them on without question.

Annabeth pulled him along.

Her hand was soft.

Her lips had been too.

He didn't know.

What had he expected?

A kiss.

Did he want that to work?

Like magic.

Like fairytales.

Those weren't real.

Weren't real...

But if they were.

He wanted his memories back.

Why did they take them.

To make him an assassin.

Why?

He was dangerous.

"Percy?"

He looked up at her.

At her beautiful grey eyes.

Her blonde hair.

It was pulled into a ponytail.

"Yes?"

His voice was still scratchy.

"Are you okay?"

He felt his lips twitch.

A lopsided smile.

"Define okay."

"Well the personality is there."

Nico was limping alongside him.

Annabeth looked sad.

"But the person isn't."

Nico looked at her.

"Sorry, Annabeth. I didn't mean that."

He watched the two of them talk.

Rubbed his thumb across the side of Annabeth's hand.

She squeezed his hand.

It felt reassuring.

Annabeth stopped walking.

He bumped into her.

"Sorry."

Annabeth turned to look at him again.

"It's fine, Percy. Everything is going to be okay."

He nodded.

But he wasn't sure if he believed her.

"Alright, everyone in. Steve, Tony, backseat. Clint, up here with me."

The redhead began ordering everyone around.

He looked up.

They had stopped in front of a car.

Steve and the goatee'd man got in the backseat.

That was Tony, then.

Seemed rather self-absorbed.

He didn't look like a worker.

His clothes were expensive and well-kept.

But his slightly chemical stained hands said otherwise.

The blond he didn't know was in the front seat.

Clint.

He was an archer.

His hands held the callouses of holding a bow and pulling back the string.

Clint had hidden weapons.

Just like him.

"Why?"

The passengers of the car looked at him.

"Why what?"

Annabeth looked concerned.

"Why are you armed."

He looked right at Clint.

"How did you know?"

He slipped his shirt up to show his own weapon.

It was strapped to his side, under both the jeans and shirt.

"Did you think you needed to use force?"

"No!"

Clint looked horrified. 

"That's not what it is at all! It's just habit to carry a weapon. I'm an assassin."

"I am too."

The redhead had spoken.

"Natasha, don't scare him."

"I'm not scared."

Annabeth turned back to him. 

"No that's not what I meant, Percy. I just don't want to lose you again and if you knew you were in the car with two assassins I thought you might get scared or think they were after you."

He repeated himself.

"I'm not scared."

"Why not?" 

Clint looked curious.

Not hostile.

"Because I could take both of you."

Natasha, the redhead, opened her mouth to respond.

"With one hand tied to my chest."

"Don't take him up on that."

He scowled at Nico.

"Percy's hurt and he will follow through if either of you challenge him."

Nico ignored his glare as he explained.

"He would win too, but we don't need his freshly patched wound, probably from a gun, to start gushing blood again because he did something stupid."

"That is Percy's specialty."

He twisted to look at Steve.

"You've done some pretty stupid things in your life too."

Everyone looked shocked.

"Do you remember any of them?" 

Annabeth took his hand, probably hoping he'd answer her question with a yes.

"Uh...yeah."

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Annabeth stared at Percy, her eyes brimming with tears again. His memories are coming back! She thought.

"Tell me some." She pleaded quietly.

"Well..." Percy frowned, probably thinking hard.

"There was the time he tried to spar me and you."

Nico chuckled. "That one was funny."

Annabeth slapped the son of Hades lightly and turned back to Percy. "Keep going."

"The pie-eating contest with the soldiers."

"Ugh, don't remind me." Steve groaned.

Percy frowned again.

"There's one or two more, but they're harder to get to." He murmured.

Annabeth squeezed his hand.

"Think hard, Percy. You can get to it."

"His little bet with Nico. The Nazi Knockout Tally or whatever they called it."

"I won that!" Nico howled.

"You did not!" Steve retorted.

"Yes I did! I had 220!"

"Hah! I had 224!"

"Uh...I meant to say...226!" Nico stuttered.

Steve smirked. "Liar. I won, admit it buddy."

"I am four years older than you Steven Grant Rogers!"

"First, don't say my full name. Second, you sure don't look it. For someone so old, you sure are short." Steve snapped.

"That's it!" Nico attempted to lunge over the seat to grab Steve and pummel him. 

Annabeth twisted in her seat and grabbed the scrawny boy by the middle. "Oh no you don't!"

"Annabeth!" Nico whined. 

"Sit down, di Angelo!" Annabeth barked, seargent style.

Percy seemed oblivious to what was going on as he frowned, trying to grasp at another memory.

"Oh and then there was that part where he offered to test the serum for you." He finally exclaimed.

Annabeth's jaw dropped and Steve blanched slightly.

"I didn't know that." She whispered.

[A/N I have to go to dinner now, I've been working on this since school ended. Tonight is my first handbells practice with my new group, wish me luck and I hope you enjoyed!]