"Is there a reason that for the second time today, you are sitting in front of me, about as useful to me as an intern who cannot remember to do a damn background check?"

Tony can hear a huff and a grumble from somewhere out in the hallway, as said intern passes by with a clipboard in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and a pen holding her untidy bun in place.

"Furthermore," Director Fury continues, a low note in his voice, making it sound even more intimidating than it is when he's arguing with the Council. "I would like to know why it took myself, Agent Hill, Agent Romanoff and Agent Bartoncombined to restrain Thor from throwing his damn hammer through a damn wall and killing us all." He sits forward in his desk chair, hands folded and proper, a gesture that's not supposed to look so deadly, yet it does. "Care to explain?"

Not really. Tony figures that kind of stress isn't good for his mental health. But seeing as he and Bruce were the only ones there to watch Thor go from 'kicked puppy' to 'big mad scary god with hammer', and the good doctor was most likely struggling to put a lid on the emotions running in a torrent to actually catalogue everything that was happening at the time, the responsibility falls to him to actually go into long, drawn out detail as to why Thor is being forced to wait in the hallway, under the supervision of four level seven agents.

"He's mad at you."

Fury laughed, cold and mean, no humor leaking through. "I understand, Mr. Stark," He said lowly, "That Mr. Odinson is mad. I would like to know why he is mad."

Oh.

"So how's your research on Jackson?" Tony figures it's best to try and stall as long as he can. After all, he still has no idea how to actually delve into the subject of Percy. Thor obviously knows something about him, and Fury can't have that upper hand.

"Do not change the subject, Mr. Stark."

Dang it.

"I don't know!" Tony bluffs boisterously. "I just mentioned that you had Percy Jackson here, and he went all deep voiced, menacing god of thunder act on me!" He wheels on Bruce, now that the good doctor is a little calmer and less nervous that Thor is accidentally going to send a lightning bolt through something. "Tell him!"

Fury interrupts in a steeled voice. "Percy Jackson?"

Tony tries to pull off a helpless shrug, in a What can you do? fashion. "Probably mad that you're taking kids into custody."

"You said all you mentioned was his name."

Damn. Tony's normally better at this, the whole improvising thing, but there is an angry master spy glaring a hole through his body, and the pressure of trying to keep Thor happy with him by not divulging any crucial secrets of utmost importance.

"I did."

"Oh," Fury states, unimpressed. "So are you going to stop lying to me yet?"

"Not really."

There's a commotion out in the hallway, and then here comes Thor, crashing through the doors of Fury's office with a very angry expression fixed very firmly upon his face. He ignores the rest of the team, and he ignores Tony and Bruce, opting to instead go right at Fury.

"Director of SHIELD!" He bellows, hands agitatedly gripping the leather set handle of Mjolnir like he does when he's trying to calm down. The reinforced bullet-proof glass panes in Fury's floor-to-ceiling windows rattle. "On Asgard, we do not lock away our heroes and warriors after a war well-fought. And yet you insist you are more evolved than that. Why is Perseus in your custody? He has done Midgard a deed, and you put him in a cell and try to put a needle in his arm."

Hehe.

It's so uncommon, so foreign, that it deters the god from his very angry raging.

"What is that?" Thor says, already having reverted back to his normal, less thundery version of himself. Mjolnir is still in his hand, and he's still gripping her very tightly, but his knuckles are no longer white from anger.

Hehe.

It's a little bit louder now, and there's a crunching noise, and then a loud bang.

Thor has completely obliterated the doorway by running through the door, and so it is very easy to see the heap of ventilation duct now piled out in the hallway. And sitting in it is a very familiar duo, wearing identical cheesy grins.

"Jackson?" Tony asks, shocked. He was in a cell. Tony made the designs for that cell. It was hydraulic powered... Oh.

"Percy?" Bruce is confused, and too much confusion in one day isn't good for his pulse.

"Mr. Jackson." Fury's not asking a question.

"Perseus, hero of Midgard! It is an honor!" Thor beams very widely, and drops Mjolnir to the floor.

Steve focuses his attention on the other of the two teenagers.

"Peter." He warns in a stern voice. Clint sticks his tongue out at the Pete over Steve's shoulder.

And despite finally having the chance to know what's so special with this dyslexic, ADHD teen, there is still a heap of broken duct in his doorway.

Fury is not pleased.