"I don't want to do the fitness exams!" Tony groaned tilting his head back as he and Percy walked to the gym.

   "Well," Percy shrugged. "We do this once a year, sometimes more."

    "That sucks." Tony watched the doors slide open and the pair strode in to see their team waiting.

   "Dude, I swear my leg/shoulder feels dislocated." Clint and Percy said in unison rubbing said limb.

    They looked at eachother before making a 'tch' noise and turning away.

   Tony moved Percy's hand and massaged his shoulder and grinned when the demigod practically melted.

   "No fair!" Clint pouted as seven S.H.I.E.L.D agents walked in holding clipboards.

   "We're going to be judging your fitness levels." One giant gruff man said looking down at them.

   "I assume you're Halo's judge?" Steve asked having to look up.

   "No, I am Mr. Odinson's today. Ms. Dieterich is Halo's." He pointed to a girl about 5'4. She had deep brown hair and bright blue eyes. She wore the typical S.H.I.E.L.D uniform with a silver three foot sword strapped to her hip.

   "Hello, Halo." Dieterich smiled at the agent who waved.

   "Hey, Amber. How's Danny?" Halo said.

   "He's fine, I think. Fury sent him on a mission a couple of days ago with his team."

   "Oh, okay. Well, I can't do this exam."

   She raised an eyebrow at him in amusement. "And why is that?"

   "Oh, you see, I have this thing..." Percy did a couple of fake coughs in his hand for emphasis.

   "Riiight." Amber shook her head. "Shall we start?"

   "Oh, yes. I say we start be..cause starting is good...yeah.."

   She cleared her throat. "Okay. You know what to do."

    "Right." Percy crouched down on his toes and put his right thumb to the corner of his mouth. His left arm rested on his knee.

    "Clear the track!" Dieterich shouted and the agents shooed the Avengers to the side.

    The track was only a straight way. It had a soft black ground and three lanes were made with white paint. It ended at the end of the large room which was like three apartment buildings placed side by side.

    Amber watched as Percy got into a ready stance. She pressed a button on her timer which was clipped to the top of her clipboard. "Ready? We're calculating speed. Go."

    Percy took off sprinting down the track. He moved quickly and silently and his legs made long strides. In what seemed like seconds, he made it to the end before kicking off the wall (unnecessarily) and racing back.

    "How'd I do?" He asked breathlessly, a grin tugging at his lips. He bent down slightly before straightening and pushing his hair back.

    Amber stared at her timer. "1:03. You're getting faster."

    Percy bit his lips. "Not fast enough. I need to get faster."

   Dieterich gave him a small smile. "You can't outrun time, Perseus, but one can only hope to." She patted his shoulder. "Get some water and wait for your teammates. Next is weight lifting."

   "Right.."

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    "Steve Rodgers: 53 seconds."

    "Thor Odinson: 44 seconds."

    "Agent Barton: 1:20."

   "Agent Romanoff: 1:10."

   "Tony Stark: 1:35."

   The other agents looked at the Stark who shrugged. Percy seemed to be the only one unfazed as he clapped him on the back. "Just like I expected!"

   Tony smirked, proud of himself. "What are we doing next?"

   "Am said it was weight lifting."

   "Ugh."

    "Oh, stop complaining." Clint smirked looking at Percy.

    "What was that, Birdbrain?" Percy nearly snarled.

    "You heard me, Fish face!" Clint shouted.

    "Enough!" Steve came forward and placed a hand on their chests, pushing them back. "We are only here to test. Stop this fighting. We're a team now so act like it."

    "Tch." Clint went to stand next to Natasha while Percy went to stand with Amber.

    "What has gotten into them?" Steve sighed. "They weren't like this before.."

    Tony put his arms behind his back as he studied the two in question. "It may have to do with the fact that neither Barton or Percy could win when they fought."

    "Wait, what? They fought?"

    Tony snapped his fingers, "That's right, you weren't there! Well, Percy had been hurt when we were captured, as you already knew, and was put in a hospital room, as you already knew as well. Anyway, the doctor, I forgot who, said that Percy was in a coma and that they didn't know when he would wake up. When I was going to his room, Fury was all upset saying that he escaped blah blah blah. So! He used me to lure Percy back. Well, it worked...sort of.. Percy started fighting everyone and he and Clint ended up tangling. I don't know what else happened between them but now I think it started a grudge."

    "Ookay." Steve nodded. "Right."

    "FRIENDS!" Thor shouted bounding over. "You must try the lifting of the weights! It is most energizing!"

    "I guess that means it's my turn." Tony stretched popping his back. He looked to his right to see Percy bench pressing over fifty pounds. Every so often, Amber would have an agent place more weight. "How much do you think I should do?"

    Percy glanced over, now at seventy. "Fifty-sixty."

    "Gotcha." Tony laid down, rubbing his hands together, before gripping the metal bar. "You heard him. Fifty-sixty."

    "You sure, Stark?" Clint grinned while grabbing the weights. "This is alot. Wouldn't want you to break a nail."

    "Shut up and do it."

    Soon, the grin started fading from Clint's face as Tony did six bench presses without slowing down. "You think he'll make it to fifty with that much weight?" He whispered subtly to Natasha.

    The woman just watched the two dark haired Avengers with her typical blank look. "I think..yes. I believe Tony can do it."

    Percy held more weight above his head. His arms looked to be getting weak and each move slower. Natasha noticed, however, when he glanced over at Tony, his grip tightened and his movements were once again strong. He looked like a warrior that would stop at nothing to protect anything he cared about. He was a person who would hold the sky of it meant protecting you.