This chapter is dedicated to Reaper343! There should be less sad stuff from here on out, so your emotions should be pretty okay! :D I hope you enjoy this one!

-- Yuki :D 

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"Hypothetically speaking," Percy started as he sauntered in Matt's hospital room like he wasn't just shot three times and had to have his heart started the same amount. "If I were to reveal your identity to Bruce Banner, how would you feel about it? Oh, Foggy's here."

Matt could sense Foggy entering the room and knew he was going to get a talking to when he was back in Hell's Kitchen. "I... Would be fine with it?" He chose his words carefully, knowing Foggy would be upset if he refused medical attention, "I mean, he is a doctor, right?"

"Arguably," Percy said. "He always claims he's not that kind of doctor. Brucie! Daredevil would like some TLC!"

"I didn't- No," Matt shook his head, ignoring Foggy's huff of laughter.

"I'm most definitely not that kind of doctor," Bruce sighed, walking into the room. With all the times he said that, it should be his catch phrase more than 'Hulk smash.' "Hi, I'm Bruce."

"Uh, Matt," The lawyer responded. "I don't need TLC, just a patch up."

The doctor chuckled, "I know. Percy just likes saying that every time someone needs medical attention."

Foggy fidgeted in his seat for a moment, "Should I leave? I mean, do you need the room? I'm not leaving Matt entirely- he's my best friend and nearly died. I'll- I'll fight you all."

Percy snorted, leaning against the wall by the door, "No, you won't but I'll fight them for you."

"Right," The blonde pointed at the demigod. "I mean, he'll fight them."

Bruce's lips quirked in a smile and he humored the two men by nodding, "Of course. Matt, can you tell me as much as you can about how you were injured?"

"I-" Matt's eyebrows pinched together as he thought, "They surrounded me and a couple shot at me. The bullets only grazed, I think, but one of them shot next to my head," He winced at the thought, bringing a hand up to his ear. "And then they-" He stiffened when he recalled what they did.

"They waterboarded him," Percy spoke up, arms crossed. "Matt's blind, Bruce. He relies on his other senses to fight."

Bruce's eyes widened in horror, "Oh, my gods... That- You must've been so scared..."

"I-" Matt couldn't help but nod, leaning into Foggy's touch when the blonde put his arm around his shoulders. "But someone saved me. I mean- I don't know who-"

"That would be me," The son of Poseidon said, inclining his head. "I got you out and threw them in the water. I had Black Widow and Hawkeye on standby since I figured our plan would go to shit."

"Oh," Matt frowned but didn't deny that there had been a 79% chance their plan wouldn't work at all. Apparently Tony Stark calculated it for them. "Thank you."

Percy nodded, walking up to them, "Before Bruce checks you over, is it okay if I see if there is any left over water affecting you?"

"That's fine," Foggy interjected before Matt could decline saying he felt fine. "Better safe than sorry."

The demigod smiled at the blonde lawyer, "Right. This will only take a few seconds," He put a hand on Matt's forearm. "When you feel a tickle in your throat, cough."

Matt coughed obediently when he felt it and was surprised when he felt water make its way out of his esophagus. "Oh, that was weird."

Percy laughed, shaking his head, and Matt could hear the water floating next to the nineteen year-old, "Yeah, so I've been told. Bruce," He turned to the doctor. "I have a few things to clean up. Take care of Matt. I'll see you later at dinner."

"Sure," Bruce smiled, waving as the demigod left after saying bye to Foggy and Matt. He sighed, "Sometimes, I wish he'd take a break sometime..."

"What is he cleaning up?" Foggy wondered, removing his arm from around his best friend's shoulders so the doctor could look him over.

The scientist shrugged, "Bodies."

"Bodies?"

"Probably."

--

"And that's the last one," Percy grinned, spinning on his heel away from the tower of flames behind him and ignoring the twinge of pain in his back.

"Should I be concerned about how good you are at getting rid of bodies?" Phil Coulson asked, looking up from his clipboard to quirk an eyebrow at the demigod.

Percy looked at the fire before looking at the agent, "I wouldn't be."

"Okay," Phil nodded, writing something down and turning away. The less paperwork, the better. "Director Fury wants a report of what went down in Hell's Kitchen."

"Absolutely not," The son of Poseidon was still smiling sunnily at the man, balancing on the heels of his shoes. "Daredevil is not part of the Avengers or SHIELD and I was not on any mission issued by the director. He has no right to demand to know anything." He pretended to peer over at the clipboard, an amused smile quirking his lips, "Did you get all of that?"

"One of these days," Phil started, sounding exasperated. "Director Fury is going to demote you."

"Nah," Percy grinned cheekily. "Having me so high up is how Nick keeps an eye on me, you know that."

The agent had to resist rolling his eyes, "Yes and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you're actually good at your job."

The demigod wagged a finger at him, "Sarcasm suits you, Phillip."

Phil just sighed and walked away. He spent too many years telling him not to call him Phillip. He refused to add another year to the pile. Phil didn't even have to say a word when he walked into the director's office. Fury already knew that the demigod refused to give up any information about what went down in Hell's Kitchen.

"This boy," Nick shook his head, sitting down behind his desk. "What am I going to do with him?"

"You could kick him out," Phil suggested, really only wanting to see his boss' reaction.

Fury didn't disappoint, "And let him terrorize New York?" He looked down at his papers with a vacant look, "The World Council would have my head..."

"That's dramatic," Percy snorted, sitting next to the director and coloring on a debriefing form. He ignored his almost startled look and continued, "At the very least, they would take your other eye. Look, I drew a unicorn."

"How did you-" Phil looked behind him at the closed door before looking back at the demigod. "When did you get here?"

"A minute or so ago," The son of Poseidon admitted, adding the form to the pile of ones Phil and Fury had to look over. "I'm surprised you didn't notice."

"You didn't walk through the door," Fury glared at him.

Percy lowered the next form he grabbed to color, a look of worry on his face, "Nick, are you telling me that you don't know how I enter rooms most of the time? You know, when I just appear?"

"So he doesn't walk through doors," Phil whispered, finally feeling relaxed now that he knew he wasn't going crazy in his time at SHIELD.

"I don't," The demigod said to him before leaning back in his chair. "I do this thing where I vapor travel. Uh," He scratched his head, trying to think of how to explain. "Pretty much I, uh, turn into water? And then reform again where I want. Because I'm water. And a fucking badass."

Nick sighed, "That was a shit explanation but I got the gist of it." He snatched the paper from the demigod, "Would you stop drawing on my stuff? Go bother Rogers or jump off the Helicarrier."

Percy looked towards the door with an uneasy look, "No, you know I don't like the Helicarrier."

"You jump out of windows all the time," Phil pointed out, grabbing any other papers before the demigod could reach it. "Why is this any different?"

"Look, I jump out of windows because I have control," The son of Poseidon said like that was supposed to make sense. "When I'm here I... Don't have control."

There was a moment of silence before Nick spoke, "Get the fuck out of my office."