Phil sighed to himself as he watched the figure on the couch. The person was clothed in all black, lips set in a thin line, as he cleaned numerous weapons, "You really should rest."

   "I'll rest when I'm dead," The person responded, checking the scope on a rifle. "Status report?"

    "Bomb's still not found. You know, Mr. Stark doesn't want you to-"

   "Phil, I couldn't give a flying shit as to what Anthony wants. Now, make yourself useful and hand me that rag, would you?" The person waved their hand to his left absentmindedly as he lifted up another gun.

   "Agent Jackson, I am not your nanny," Phil sniffed but handed it over anyway. "You really should rest-" There was a beep and he paused for a moment, "They located the bomb."

   "And it's...?"

   "At the children's hospital."

   "Son of a bitch!" Percy stood up quickly, placing his colt on the back of his pants, covered by his shirt. He put his foot on the coffee table and slipped a small knife into the side of his boot, "How 'bout the others?"

   "They went inside to try and talk to Doom. If you're going to go all 'Dean Winchester' on them, then you're going to need your old outfit."

   "Dean Winchester? From Supernatural?" Percy arched an eyebrow at the agent, "You watch that?" At Phil's hesitant nod, the demigod continued, "What season are you on?"

   "Three."

   "Oh, sweet, me too. We should totally watch it together some time," Percy grinned, clapping the older man on the back. "Although, Dean would be acting way more protective than I am right now."

   "And how do you know that?" Phil tilted his head, barely noticeable, as he dropped the rag on the table.

   "'Cause I met hi- You know what, it doesn't matter. I'll be going now. Keep me posted, 'kay?"

   "Wait, what do you mean 'you met him'- And, he jumped out of the window," Phil sighed, probably for the fifteenth time, and sat down on the couch. "A sick Percy is a pissed Agent Jackson..."

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   "You feeling guilty yet?"

   "Barton, I swear to the gods, if you ask that one more time, I'll test out the new exploding arrows on you," Tony grit out as he blasted a Doom Bot. "Yes, I feel guilty but what was I supposed to do? He would have gotten hurt!"

   "Well, I mean, I know I haven't gone on any missions with him before he joined the Avengers but wouldn't Coulson have mentioned something like this before? I mean, he would have tried to stop Percy or-"

   "Hold that thought," Tony cut in, focusing on the readings in front of him. "J, are you sure?"

   "Yes, sir. I have located the bomb in the children's hospital two streets down."

   "Son of a bitch!"

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   "Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb~" Percy sang quietly to himself as he crawled through a vent, "Mary had a little lamb, who's fleece was white as snow~" He paused as he heard voices and looked down. Children were huddled in a corner, looking at three bots with fearful eyes as they trained blasters at them. He hummed quietly, allowing the sound to drift down towards them.

   The children caught it and looked up slightly, wondering where it came from. It didn't appear like the bots heard it, as they didn't move an inch. "Mary Had a Little Lamb," A small boy whispered, voice a bit raspy from coughing earlier. "It's Mary Had a Little Lamb."

   Suddenly, the music stopped and a dark figure dropped down silently behind the bots. In one smooth motion, the man had a sword out and robot heads were rolling. He turned to the children and the weapon disappeared, "Are you alright?" His voice was deep and slightly distorted but there was no mistaking the kind edge in it.

   "Y-Yes," A small, blonde girl answered, standing shakily. She almost stumbled but was steadied by a warm hand. She looked up at the man and smiled, "Thank you."

   Some of the children were staring in awe at the man who saved them. He had on a black jacket that was zipped up, hiding any weapons he had, and his hood was up. He wore a dark mask, one that hid even his eyes from view, and had on black pants with many pockets. His boots tapped on the tile as he walked over to the window to peer out.

   "C-Can we leave?" The boy from earlier asked, coughing in his hand.

   "Did they take anyone from here?" The man asked, turning to look at the child, who shook his head 'no'. "Alright, I'll be leading you all out but I need you all to be as quiet as possible," He knelt in front of one child, who was shaking in fear. "Can you tell me your name?"

   "B-Ben..." The boy answered, looking up at his savior with large green eyes.

   "Hi, Ben, I'm, uh," Percy stammered for a moment, thinking of a name to give the child so his identity wasn't leaked accidently in the future. "I'm Dean. Do you think you can help me take these children out of here?"

   Ben gaped at Percy for a moment before nodding determinedly, "Yes, Mr. Dean!"

   "Good. Everyone, follow Ben."

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   "Okay, how did this happen?" Tony muttered as he raised his hands. Seven Doom Bots aimed at the Avengers as Doom himself stood by the bomb. Oh, yeah, now he remembered. Doom had threatened to shoot every child there if the Avengers didn't drop their weapons. Harsh even for Doom, Tony had to admit. So, now their weapons (one indestructible Frisbee, four guns, a bow and arrow, and one badass Iron Man suit) laid in front of them.

   "Only four minutes," Doom spoke, looking down at the large contraption that was counting down. "You tried, Avengers, but you fail today."

   "I wouldn't be so sure," A voice spoke and a boot stomped down on Steve's shield, sending it flying in an open hand.

   Tony watched as a man caught the shield, using it to block some blasts, "Who are you?"

   The person looked over (or at least Tony thought he looked over since he turned his head), "...Dean."

   Dean tossed the shield to Steve, "Get the children out of here." He turned towards Doom, who looked a bit scared at his arrival, "Doom, always causing trouble. You ever get tired of losing?"

   Doom took a step back, pointing at Dean, "I-I know who you are! You're Fury's personal attack dog!"

   "Tch," Dean shook his head. "No, Nicky-boy likes to think he controls me, that he has me on a leash," He stepped towards Doom, arms clasped behind his back. "But he doesn't understand one thing," He stopped and the air seemed to become cold as he spoke the next words. "I take orders from no one."

   "C-Come any closer and she gets it!" Doom shouted, grabbing one of the children by her hair, earning a small scream from her, "Show me your weapons!"

   "Honestly," Dean muttered and you could almost detect an eye-roll in his voice. He sighed and unzipped his jacket, opening it to reveal multiple weapons, ranging from pistols to small daggers, that glinted in the light.

   "There's more," Doom urged, motioning to Dean again. "I know it! Bring them out!"

    "Seriously?" Dean pulled out a colt from the back on his pants and kneeled down. He produced four silver daggers from his boots.

   "The pouches," Doom looked at Dean again. "What's in the pouches?"

    Dean looked down at what Doom was looking at. Three small brown bags hung from his belt, looking all innocent, "These? It's just salt, wolfsbane, and mountain ash." He lifted up a bottle with clear liquid, "And this is holy water."

   "Why do you have salt?"

   "Humor me."

    Doom released the girl, who scurried towards Clint, once all the weapons (there had to be over ten) were laid out in front of him, "There's only two minutes! You're already too late!" He retreated, because that's all that it could be called, and was followed by the rest of his bots.

   "Seriously? If he was going to escape then why did I have to take everything out? That little shit," Dean grumbled, picking everything up. "You guys," He motioned towards Tony, Clint, and Natasha. "Get all the kiddies out of here. I got the bomb."

   "But-" Tony tried to protest.

    "Get out of here, Anthony!"

    Tony froze before nodding, "Fine."

    Dean sighed and turned towards the bomb, "I always wanted to try and disable a bomb. Oh, look, one minute! Fun."

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Hey, guys, sorry for the long wait! I know I was torturing you for taking so long but do I regret it?

Hm, yeah, no.

Anyways! Comment on what should be in the next chapter (yes, I remember what some of you previously suggested with Black Widow and Tony and it will be added to a chapter soon) and be very persistent about it. Seriously.

If I'm being serious, I'm a little stuck here. I mean, where do I go from here? Tell meeeee! Oh, man, I pulled a Loki. Well, tell me what you guys think!

AND, WITHOUT FURTHER ADIEU

I go.

Ciao.

--A.D.