They had all gone their separate ways when Tony brought Percy down to his room. Bruce had made a beeline for his level, green tingeing his skin. Natasha hoped that he made it to his level before the Hulk came out. Despite it having been three years since her first encounter with the Hulk, the thought of facing his wrath again instilled in her a primal fear that she could not shake off. She and Clint went down to their own level, contemplating whether or not they should get in some sparring time in the gym.

Steve went back to his own level, telling JARVIS, and he still felt awkward talking to thin air even though it had been several years, to deposit him on the 89th level. He sighed when he stepped out onto his level. He felt grateful that Stark had decided to convert his room into something that resembled the 40s in which he lived his prime in. Although, there were some discrepancies, like the flat screen television that was present in his bedroom.

Steve hadn't wanted that in his room, claiming that he didn't know how to use it, but Tony had overridden all is complaints and installed one of those in his room. Steve had just rolled his eyes and decided to let Tony be. Despite their initial head-butting on the Helicarrier, Steve had come to accept Tony's quirks as a part of him. It had taken a painful lesson for Steve to realize that Tony was nothing at all like his father, and that he should never have tried to force Tony to be like Howard.

The genius inventor had become a close friend to Steve, and Steve had learnt to enjoy his company, excepting when Tony was being a petulant child.

The soldier took out his sketchbook, flipping through the pages contemplatively. He had filled his original sketchbook, having to purchase another one. He had drawn the avengers, individually and as a group, of their downtime and of their battles, whichever came to him as inspiration first.

He flicked through his new sketchbook, hmm, he thought, I have to add Percy into this...

The captain frowned when he thought about their latest household addition. The boy, man really, had been hardened, more so than when he'd first saw him amidst the rubble that occupied New York. Steve didn't know what had happened to make such a young man become the hardened person that he was today, but he felt sad anyway, Percy should have had his whole life ahead of him, not stuck in SHIELD being an agent and risking his life for people who would never know*.

Steve had seen the look in Percy's eyes before, it was the same look that had been in the prisoner's eyes during the war*. He sighed, he hoped that being in the avengers tower would give him a chance to unwind and enjoy himself, even though this was not strictly a vacation.

His thoughts were interrupted as the alarm blared and JARVIS' voice sounded in his room, Captain Rogers, Director Fury is on the line. He is requesting an immediate meeting.

Steve narrowed his eyes, rushing to change into his Captain America outfit and grabbing his shield as he ran up to the living room.

On the other floors, the other avengers had heard the alarm and JARVIS' announcement. In the lab, Tony cursed, placing his tools down and stalked to the living area. Bruce got out of his meditation trance and slowly made his way up, his 'suit' already ready within him. Natasha and Clint stopped their sparring session and quickly suited up. They both knew that Fury would not request for the avengers to assemble immediately unless it was a threat that required the presence of all six avengers. He, like the other avengers made their way up to the top most level where their briefings were usually held, much to Tony's dismay. Steve was the last to arrive at the living room, and he saw Natasha and Clint standing near the holographic screen of Fury, while Tony and Bruce huddled together near the couch. Steve nodded to the other avengers then turned to Fury, "Sir," he began, "What's our mission this time round?"

Fury stared at each of them, "Doom's been creating more doombots again, they're at Central Park. I'm sending all of you in because we need to get this under control quickly before the doombots can destroy any more. There are civilians there, and I want you to do damage control, don't let the doombots get further than Central Park, am I clear? I want you to contain them in one area and take them out. "

Steve nodded in understanding, "Is that all sir?" he asked. Fury nodded, "Do your job Avengers." With that, he disconnected from them.

Tony rolled his eyes, "Do your job Avengers." He mimicked, "When do we not do our jobs?" None of the Avengers even deemed it fit to answer him. He just pouted and walked out to the balcony, the Iron Man suit folding up over him. "JARVIS, tell the kid where we are and that if we're not back by dinner, he can help himself to anything in the kitchen."

Already done sir, came the reply. "Awesome," Tony said, "Don't take too long to arrive at the party guys!" Blasting off at the last sentence.

The four other Avengers simply rolled their eyes at his childish antics and waited for the quinjet to come pick them up. "I think I'll sit this one out first." Said Bruce, "I don't want to destroy too much of Central Park." The other three nodded and placed their commlinks in ther ear. "Let's go guys." Steve said as the quinjet landed on the roof of the Avengers tower.

Percy had heard the announcement that JARVIS had made, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard that the enemy was attacking Central Park. He was reminded of the Second Titan War, where they'd imprisoned Hyperion in a maple tree. He smirked lightly at that, wondering if he should pay a visit to the titan some time soon. He heard JARVIS' second announcement as well, and several minutes of staring blankly at the wall, he decided to get up and make some food for himself. He stepped into the elevator and instructed JARVIS to take him to the 93rd floor.

When he reached, he made a beeline for the kitchen, checking the cupboards and fridge for any edible food until he found a pancake mix. He was disappointed at the lack of blue food coloring but he didn't mind normal pancakes either. He went about making his pancakes, pouring the ready-made mix into the pan. After several minutes, he served the pancakes, placing them on the plate and went hunting for any syrup. He had just sat down and was about to start eating when the low rumble of thunder made him pause. He knew it was most likely just a normal thunder, not one caused by Zeus, but the thunder still made him uneasy anyway. That, and the fact that he was on the 93rd floor of a building made him feel as though he was infringing on Zeus' territory.

He shivered and tried to return to his food, but the thunder rumbled even louder, and he got up from his seat, walking towards the balcony where Tony had suited up earlier. He glanced up at the darkening skies, watching the swirling clouds with apprehension. He watched in fascination as the clouds above him gathered together, forming a sort of funnel. The funnel looked almost familiar, like the sky was opening some kind of wormhole... He blinked once, eyes widening in realization and horror and threw himself backwards instinctively, just in time to allow the Bifrost to slam down on the balcony where he was standing a fraction of a second ago. He felt an ice dagger materialize in his hand as he gripped it in an ice-pick manner behind his back. The rainbow colored beam of light then retracted to reveal a man completely decked in armor, with a blood red cape flowing behind him. The man hefted his hammer and stared at him, before a huge smile broke out on his face, "Perseus Jackson!" he boomed, "It is an honor of the highest degree to meet a hero, especially one such as you." Percy blinked, dissolving the dagger into vapor and bowed, "Mister...Odinson, it's an honor for me as well."

Thor just laughed, "Come now Perseus! You may simply address me as Thor, the Hero of Olympus should be welcomed as a friend not a stranger!" he looked around at the empty tower, asking, "Where are my comrades? Heimdall had said that they were in the tower."

Percy replied, "They just got called to Central Park, something about Doom causing some mayhem there."

Thor nodded, "Yet you remain here?"

Percy started in shock, "Oh, no, I'm not part of the Avengers, I'm just living with them on director Fury's orders. And, Thor, please do not address me by my title or my full name, just Percy is fine. The Avengers... they don't know who I am. Or what I am, and I'd prefer to keep it that way."

Thor looked at him thoughtfully, confusion marring his face for a moment, but he nodded his assent anyway. "Very well then Perseus, I shall abide by your wishes. Where is this Central Park?"

Percy just sighed at the Asgardian's use of his full name and pointed him to where Central Park was from the Avengers tower. He watched as the red draped avenger spun his hammer and took off.

He continued watching as the skies turned dark and flashes of lightning illuminated the sky in the distance. With the assurance that New York was not going to be destroyed anytime soon, he turned and finished up his pancakes and went back to his own level to take a short nap.

Deep in the bowels of Asgard, in the dungeons meant for the lowliest of prisoners, a figure draped in rags lifted his head at the slight ripple of magic that seemed to pass through him. The other occupants of the dungeon cells did not give any inclination to having felt anything but the figure knew better. Those criminals had no inclination to anything related to seiðr, but for all the Odin Allfather had bound his magic so tightly that he could not even feel any of its presence. But the Allfather had forgotten one crucial thing: he was a seiðmenn, and as a seiðmenn, he could sense what the mortals would call magic. He was not a sorcerer who had learned his craft, rather, he was born with his seiðr within him. As a result of that, he was able to sense the tiny ripple of magic that flowed through the golden realm. He opened bright emerald eyes, a smirk worming itself onto his face.That fool of king thinks he can shut me away and forget about me, his mind hissed, he has underestimated me, and I will show him what the consequences.

The ripple of magic that passed through the realm had not just been a surface touch for all seidr-users, there was power within that ripple, proving that something powerful had been unleashed upon the realm. Loki lifted his piercing green eyes, gazing into the distance; for all that he had devoured books in Asgard's library all those centuries ago, he would not have been able to place a name to the sense of raw power he had felt. But after his time in the void... he knew that this could only mean that an Infinity Gem had awoken. The trickster was not sure of which Infinity Gem had been activated. The Space Gem is already active and locked within the vaults of Asgard, he mused, and the Mind Gem remains with Tha-the Mad Titan. That leaves the Power, Soul, Time and Reality Gems. It should not be Time or Reality as those would have a different magical interference due to their nature. It is most likely the Power Gem, he thought, considering the sheer amount of power that passed through Asgard...

His lips lifted in a smirk as he drew the power of the gem into him. It was definitely not enough to free him, but he squirreled it away into him nevertheless, storing it within him. This sudden influx of power had been more than what he had managed to put aside in the time that he had been locked up in this cell. He could feel the barrier blocking his magic weakening each time he stored his magic. He lifted his wrists to the light, observing the runes inscribed into them. It was only a matter of time before he would get out of this cage. With three of the gems awakened, Tha-the Mad Titan is sure to be looking for the last three. He thought, it seems that even the great Allfather cannot force his control over the Nine Realms any longer.

Loki threw his head back and barked out a laugh, startling several of the other prisoners. "War is coming Odin," he hissed, "In your foolish arrogance, you will fall, and I will laugh as Asgard burns."

A feral grin spread across his face, the dim lighting making him look near the verge of insanity.

The hysterical laughter that rang throughout the dungeon sent shivers down the spines of prisoners and guards alike. All of them ducked their heads, unwilling to face the prisoner who was once the king of the golden realm.