"I remembered another reason why I hate high school." Bruce peered over his glasses at the restless Olympian, discarding the book in his lap.

"And what's that." The scientist humoured him. Percy answered with a level of disgust he reserved for only the worst of monsters and deities, he practically spat the words, treating it like he would a horrendous curse.

"Homework!"

Bruce chuckled, receiving a glare from the God of Natural Disasters.

"What subject?" He asked.

"English." The teen stared forlornly at the texts in front of him. "I'm supposed to read act two of Macbeth then write a summary of what happened in modern English." He shoved his books away from him and held his head in his hands, sighing, "I can barely read normal English, why do they think I'd be able to read Shakespearean!?" He groaned.

Bruce didn't answer as he picked up the battered copy of Shakespeare's play. He didn't get the chance to help though as the Avengers alarm blared from the tower's speakers.

Both men were instantly alert, Percy ran to change as the alter ego of the Hulk addressed JARVIS.

"Code green?" He asked the AI.

"No, Sir."
"Thank you, JARVIS." Bruce sprinted to the lab to observe through cameras and comms.

Then Percy came blundering back in. His suit was a combination of a formal admiral's uniform and Hawkeye's suit, it was black with deep blue and sea green accents and was designed to hold as many weapons as possible and provide protection while also offering complete mobility. It was also designed to, as Stark said, look 'damn good'.

"Where do I need to be, J?"
"The multistory car park on Third, Sir."
"OK, where are the others?"
"Already on their way, Sir." Percy grinned.

"Thanks, J. You're a life-saver." 
"I'm aware, Sir." Percy laughed as he vapour travelled away.

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"Everyone on comms?" Steve's voice crackled over the link.

"We're all here, Capsicle."
They gathered just outside of the three story car park, all either flying, running, driving or transporting in.

"OK," Cap got their attention and started laying out the plan, "We have reports of a bomb on one of the other levels, an unknown number of hostiles and possible hostages. We're going to have three of us on the exits and three going in. One going in will be looking for the bomb, another, the hostages and the last one will be engaging the hostiles as a distraction. Understood?" Nods.

Clint stepped forward.

"Black Widow, Thor and I will cover the exits: Thor isn't a covert specialist, I'm the sharpshooter and Widow can efficiently dispatch anyone who tries to leave." Then it was Tony.

"I'll go after the bomb: I'm the engineer here and I have JARVIS to help."
Finally, Percy chipped in.

"Cap, you should get the hostages, you're trusted and can protect them as a larger, more well known and familiar figure. I'll be the distraction." Cap looked worried.

"You sure, Admiral? It's only your first formal mission."
"I wouldn't've suggested it if I wasn't, Cap." The WW2 vet nodded.

"OK. All clear?" More nods, "Then let's go!" 

Thor and Tony flew to their respective positions, Clint and Natasha ran, expertly navigating obstacles as they went and Steve and Percy sprinted in opposite directions: a distraction should lead the enemies away after all.

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As Percy ran into the car park he felt the cold cement thudding against booted feet, he smelt diesel and worse and used the moisture int he air to navigate when it was too dark to see. The air in the car park was cold as he ran.

Then he saw them, there were three bots in the middle of a mostly empty area of the building. It was a large open space, only sparsely populated with cars here and there, security cameras in every corner and surrounded by thick cement walls; only three exits.

He wouldn't be able to sneak up on them without his powers, which he didn't want to use beyond his demigod abilities, but he was the distraction so it didn't really matter. the air was ominously still as he took one echoing step into the arena.

The robots turned slowly to face him.

"Ad-mir-al?" Their voiced were mechanical and fizzed between syllables. 

The newest Avenger's mouth set in a grim line.

"Yes?" He replied with a cold, emotionally void voice.

"We-are-to-test-you." The robot's voice changed pitch every few syllables. Admiral frowned, fingering riptide in his suit pocket.

"Test me for what?"

"Ef-fic-ien-cy. A-bil-it-y. We-must-know-if-you-are-wor-thy."
"How?" The lights in the robots' 'eyes' turned red.

"We-kill-you." Percy just had time to utter a curse as more robots streamed into the room, their eyes burning red. He heard a slide then click as metal barriers descended, blocking all three exits and the cameras rotated to focus on Percy, they weren't security cameras at all.

A blade came hurtling toward him as the robots started their attack. He jumped and flipped as small bombs were thrown to where he'd been standing moments before, he felt the heat on his legs as he rotated and landed behind the rows of bots. He had about two seconds while they turned.

So an eternity then.

He instantly brought out riptide, swinging the blade into the nearest robot's neck then waved his other arm horizontally, sending a wave of sharp ice to decapitate the first row of bots. He was forced to jump vertically again as a robot swung a blade at his shins, the ground rumbled and shook when his feet his the floor again and he threw Riptide to the side, cutting through three consecutive robots. That was when the last of them managed to turn around.

Two seconds was up.

He reacted slightly late as a beam of light shot forward, it just caught him, grazing the front of his chest as he turned.

"Styxe." He cursed, simultaneously stomping the ground with one foot, causing a block of cement to detach and rise from the floor in front of him and he span and kicked it, propelling it into yet another line of robots. But more just seemed to materialise in their place.

They were in close quarters now.

A robot swung one of their metal firsts forward to where his face would've been, if he hadn't dodged in time, spinning into the outstretched arm and hitting weak points all along it before finally bringing an elbow down hard to the robot's head. It was times like these that he was glad for the reinforced suit and godly skin.

The robot crumbled as another two surged forward. Percy lunged before they could strike, sending a punch to one robot and a kick to the other, effectively disabling them and putting them out of the fight, but more just replaced them.

Now they were too close.

Admiral was surrounded, robots on all sides, eyes burning red, trying to kill him. So he did the only thing he could, he drew his sword once again.

The Hero of Olympus span, dodging blows and shots, firing punches and kicks, swinging his sword, diving for cover behind cars then holding his position, all out fighting like the gladiators of old as a familiar hurricane formed around him. Except this was't like it was before. This time, as the Olympian of Soldiers fought, the hurricane that formed around him spread it's influence, growing and swelling with the fight at it's centre until there was a storm raging inside that space, the cars, used before as cover, were picked up and hurled like pebbles, light as a feather along with robots and debris as the cement walls themselves were worn and torn apart. It was carnage.

The robots didn't stand a chance.

The God of Natural Disasters raged until all that was left of the robots was steaming scrap metal and the storm dissipated, only one thing left.

Admiral stood among the wreckage, bleeding from cuts and nicks across his body, a burn across his chest.

He stood.

And he sheathed his sword.