If one were to take a peek at Percy Jackson’s life and try to summarize it the one word that would probably come to mind? Hectic. Or possibly even tragic if they were making it into a Greek Epic; because let’s be honest his life would make the greatest Greek epic of them all. Move over Achilles and Heracles, hell those bozos had nothing on him. Everything they’ve ever done? He’d already done it and then some by the time he was seventeen. That of course wasn’t even including all of his misadventures with the “Earth’s Mightiest Heroes” and the things that lead us to where we are today. One team, two opposing sides representing the entire world. People called Percy dumb, stupid, foolish, immature (alright these people were usually right), or oblivious but even he could see that.
The Superhuman Registration Act, or the “Sakovian Accords” as the politicians liked to call it to make it sound nicer. Percy wasn’t stupid. He knew what it really was. They were going to round them all up, each and every one of them and treat them like monkeys. They’d be forced to register their names, their powers, their identities, and the names and identities of their family members. A list that all the world leaders would have that could so easily be accessed and would fall into the wrong hands. Which of course was already implying the ‘world leaders’ weren’t already the wrong hands. The kicker? You didn’t have a choice. If you refused you were thought to be a criminal of the state, a terrorist. No better than the monsters Percy had been fighting to protect the world from sense he was twelve.
Half of his life he had been protecting the entire world, never asking for anything in return. Doing it because he was trying to survive, because he thought it was the best thing to do, because it was all he knew. Now they have the audacity to claim that what he’s doing isn’t right? That the things he does to help him sleep at night, to remind him he is a decent human being and can make a difference in the world is illegal? That standing up and fighting so that others who don’t want to, can’t, or shouldn’t have to can live that life if they so choose isn’t something he should do? That he should sit back and wait for someone, no a council of people, can debate and bicker and never get anything done for all eternity while the world suffers because of their inability to act? He’s just supposed to sit around and nod polity while they threaten his family and friends just because they don’t want the entire world to know each and every thing about them?
No. Needless to say Perseus Jackson did not agree with the Superhuman Registration Act. There may have been some people at Camp Half-Blood who were in agreement with it and most, if not all, of Camp Jupiter agreed with it (save maybe for Hazel who grew up in the 40’s and remembered Hitler). But not this Demi-God. Which is why when Cap asked him to go, he kissed Annabeth told her he loved her, squeezed her hands and left. Whatever it took to protect her. To make sure she didn’t get caught up in this . . .bull shit because it was not a war despite what some of the super human community had taken to calling it. He had seen war, had fought in two almost three. But standing here? In line with his fellow outcasts, looking back at Tony and his pack of dogs? People who he used to call friends, allies, and even family. Looking into the eyes of Jason, the glaring holes of Black Panther’s, the mask of David’s? Well . . . it certainly was something that would change the fate of the world.
When the fighting broke out and things came to a clash Percy’s eyes darted immediately between David and Jason. The two he didn’t want to fight. The two people opposite him he still wanted to be able to look in the eyes when he and Annabeth walked down the aisle in just two months. Of course, the fates had other plans. Big bad Iron Thunder landed right in front of him and started talking, no pleading with Percy. “Orders!? You have orders to turn on your friends? To take us all in like we’re some kind of criminals!” He shouted out at him. “You’re the bad guy David! Think of Annabeth, Piper, the kids at camp! What about my mom and sister! They don’t want this! They don’t deserve any of this! Are they criminals simply because they have powers but don’t want to register them! To be tracked down, marked, watched and caged like animals or slaves if they step out of line!?” He was practically roaring now, tears streaming down his face. The water in the air was already circling around the Son of Poseidon as just like the sea he too did not like to be contained. “I’m sorry David, but you’re on the wrong side . . . I’m just trying to save her . . .” he whispered this last part as he rushed forward, unafraid. Knowing nothing David could do could harm him he pushed off with his feet using the water in the air to rocket him forward like a jet intending to slam into David’s chest.