For as long as Iggy could remember, he grew up living in a place called the School, along with five other children: Max, Fang, Nuge, Gazzy, and Angel. They lived in the crates beside him. Once upon a time ago, he could peek through the slits in the side of the crate, just about able to catch their faces, shadows of their features. Now... Now, it didn't matter. An experiment gone wrong, an attempt at some sick form of an upgrade (not that the "whitecoats" cared at all), stole Iggy's eyesight from him. Blinded, he was tossed back into the crate, and they continued to test him all the same, as if he still had his sight. It wasn't fair, but he learned never to argue. Not with them. Not with the people who held his life in their hands.

Years passed. Iggy grew use to a world draped in darkness. He memorised pathways, and halls in the School. Just in case one day he found he could escape. In case one day the scientists and doctors leave the crate unlocked. No such luck.

And then one day, or night, Iggy hasn't a clue, he felt the crate move. A jolt, as the wheels were stuck, never having been moved before this moment. Another jolt. A sudden push. And the rest of the ride was smooth. Although he shared a close relationship with the other children beside his cage, they didn't say a single word. If he had been in their position, and them in his, he wouldn't have said anything either. No one wanted to be taken. There was never any sort of assurance they would return, and if the whitecoats didn't come for you, you appreciated the little rest you recieved in the small cage.

Try as he might, straining his trained ears, Iggy could make out whispers. Money. Sold. Plane. New York? For the rest of the trip, the boy was never once let out of the crate, which is now the longest time he's spent in the thing. His joints protested the lack of movement and ability to stretch. Iggy let out a muted groan, finally, finally falling asleep, curled up in the corner of his crate, like usual.

When he awoke again, blinking his sightless eyes, the air smelled... different. There were more voices outside the crate, one was protesting the fact he was required to coax the boy out of the crate. Out of the crate? Iggy sat up, or as much as he could. He's not at the School. These voices are new, the air is new, the echos sound new. Everything was new. The crate's door creaked open, Iggy knew there was someone there. Someone trying to convince him to come out. He didn't wait for their bribes, or threats. He bolted. His strength was that of a grown man, maybe a bit more, so he easily knocked down the man at the opening of the crate, taking him by surprise.

New place. New place, and he didn't know where to go. Didn't think of that. Iggy froze in place, whirling one way, then the other. Lost. And in the dark. He heard a command to leave the room, the thudding of feet on concrete. Two. Three... Four people. There were four people. He could take four people. Iggy ran in the direction of the foot falls, smacking straight into a door that hissed shut in his face. He searched for a door handle, knowing he would find nothing. Trapped. Again. Why does it still surprise him at this point? Slowly, resigned, Iggy placed a hand on the wall, beginning to make his way around the room, memorising the width, the layout. Is this a test? Are they testing him? Where IS he anyway? Why is he here? What's going on? Iggy continued around the room.

While four individuals had been on the move, responsible for unloading their newest cargo, the occupants of the room equalled greater still. For this room.. if it could be called that, was the prison hold for yet another experimental being. The walls, unseen to Iggy were a dull gray wash and rough to the touch. If the newest member was looking for a corner in his search, he would also be sorely disappointed as the room was circular in its rather large dimensions.

Hearing the commotion, a young boy with frosty white locks and glacier blue eyes looked out towards the other. His eyes, once full of curiosity remained surprisingly blank. He had been foretold of a receiving a 'playmate' by the Doctor who oversaw his every move. But, Jack knew that there must have been another intent than the rather simplistic company he was offered.

Still, though, his head tilted when he noticed how the other was using the brick as a guide. Was he..? The elemental rose to his feet, standing atop a concrete platform before hopping to the floor. He had intended for it to be silent, even though the shackle around his ankle rung against the cold prickled floor. Frost looked down spitefully at the metal, recalling how he had been told it was a precaution. A precaution of what? Jack had no intention of hurting this other boy. If anything, it would be him to serve as prey, and now there was even less room to run.

Iggy whirled on his heel, blind eyes flickering wide as he stared in the direction the sound of metal against the concrete came from. His wings tucked in close to his body, so tight and suddenly so tense it became almost painful. Once more he tested the capabilities of his hearing, listening for a repeat in the sound. Seconds passed. Nothing. Nothing but the almost completely silent breath escaping Jack's lips, a breath in shortly after. With his vision robbed, Iggy's ears became acutely aware of his surroundings. Someone was there. "You gonna stand there all day, or are ya gonna tell me why I'm here?" He'll play the path of having an attitude, test how far the people here can bend before consequences are served. With his hand still against the wall, he moved on. He took note of the curvature of the wall a moment later. He won't get anywhere like this. The room is circular.

Jack took a few more steps forward, chains rattling with every step until the steel links could flex no further. "Why would I know your purpose for being here? I'm not even sure why I'm here..." There was a certain despair lingering in his voice. It was as though he had just given up on fighting the system. He had tried resisting, and what had it gained him? The loss of his staff and a thorough beating as well. Until he gave up that final bit of rebel within him, and allowed SHIELD to command him about like some mindless toy it appeared that the immortal child was sentenced to wait out his days in this wretched place.

The other voice was male, definitely, and young. Not extremely but they were maybe about the same age. At a guess anyway, they were both teenagers. The other was not going to give him answers. And he was like him. How much like him? Iggy had to wonder... A mutation? A science experiment? Iggy hated feeling so lost, more so than he usually is back in the School! This was most definitely not the School, and it's been yet to be determined whether that's good or bad. "Where are we then?" Iggy paused in his walking. "Did they bring the others? Five others like me? Did you see them?" Iggy was surprised by the almost desperate tone underlying his voice and worked his best to smother it. A lack of emotion in a place liked this helped to deal.

"No. You were the only one brought in. I haven't seen anyone in days. Maybe weeks." A bit of dry misplaced humor on his part, but Jack really was bitter over all the time he had been forced to spend along. While this other boy was most certainly a trap, he had never been more happy to see another person in his life. "You're in a containment room at SHIELD, though." It wasn't a precise location, but he gathered it would do. Or, at least hoped it would satisfy the other. While Iggy was throwing out questions, Frost also couldn't help but admire the boy's wings. They were strange to him, delicate looking, but still interesting to the child who knew next to nothing of the world.

"SHIELD..." The word was tested in a murmur beneath his breath. He was at SHIELD, probably in New York, and he was alone. By now, the others back at the School have probably decided he's dead. He hasn't returned, and his crate is gone and he's dead. That struck him, and hurt the most. The children he had grown up next to in such horrible conditions... believing he's gone. Iggy refused to ponder it any further and crushed the thoughts for now until later. His expression turned to a scowl, anger bubbling up at this whole lousy situation and knowing there is still no chance at stopping what's happening. Will there be more tests? More needles? More mysterious liquids and prodding and shoving and pushing? "Why are you here?"

"I..." Jack began before realizing he really wasn't aware of an answer. Not a straight one anyway. "I was created here." The boy is extremely naive when it comes to knowing that there is more out there then being dosed with chemicals and being prepped for battle. He's never even seen actual sunlight before. To him, this is just the natural course of things. He was created, an inferior being, to serve out the commands of the white coats who sent him through test after test until his bones ached with unmeasured pain. Jack had no idea what free will even meant.

With just that answer, it seemed they had just about everything in common. Well, except for the fact that Iggy had once seen the sunlight in a large arena like area with a fenced in top at the School where the avian/human hybrids were taken once. His memory of the event has all but faded now except for the memory of the tests performed there. Iggy started up his walking again, sensitive fingers searching out the door, coming to a full circle. The room wasn't very large was it... His hands ran over the door's surface and where it met with the wall, shut tight. Iggy didn't think it would be open, but it was still worth checking out. If this was to be his new home, he had to get familiar with it so he can at least walk without really worrying about bumping into much. "Test tube baby too, huh? Don't worry. It's a big group. I bet we'll get t-shirts."

To that Jack gave a small laugh. Actually, it was more of a huff as he lowered himself to sit on the little ledge he was bound to. "Must be why you were brought here, then. A lowly experiment like me." He spit the words out, never wanting to use them but finding no description to better match what they were. As Iggy grew closer, examining over the door, Jack finally thought to ask for the name of his fellow captive. "So, who are you? And what are those...wings?" He felt a sense of uneasy asking about the other, but if they were to be trapped in the same room, it at least provided something to discuss.

"Us mutations gotta stick together." Iggy replied wryly. It was what they are... their entire existence summed up in a single word. Giving up on the door, he turned once more to the other boy. "Iggy. I don't know if that's my real name or anything but I liked how it sounded so..." He gave a shrug of his shoulders, as if it didn't matter one way or the other. In all reality, he would love to know what his real name was- If he even had one. As for the wings, Iggy's eyes grew wide and he twisted, as if he could really see the extra appendages on his back. "Wow, really? When did those get there?" Iggy liked to think he had an overly developed sense of sarcasm. He stood straight again, going straight back to looking bored, his emotions and thoughts tucked deep down. "Who are you? Probably more importantly, what'd they do to you?"

The bit of sarcasm was returned with a soft sigh. He should have known that there would be no easy answers concerning their oddities. However, when it came to a name he had almost replied with the name SHIELD had labeled him with. But, instead, he caught back the name to replace it with another. "Jack." It had been the name an intern once gave him out of kindness, and he had since grown fond of it. "They.. I.. I'm an elemental. I control water.. freezing it into snow and ice. Which, kind of explains the temperature in here. Sorry.." There was always that tiny bode of guilt that weighed in his heart every time another person was sentenced to deal with the chill that naturally radiated from him.

Jack. That's who he'll be spending time with. Probably a LOT of time. Don't get attached. Maybe he shouldn't have asked for the other's name... Would be easier if he didn't know. But still, he's young. He needs that connection with others, whether he realises it completely or not. So, Jack it is. "Didn't even notice." He reassured in terms of Jack's worry over the temperature. Though, now that Iggy's calming, and it's been mentioned, yes, yes he does notice how it's colder in here than he's usually use to. It wasn't necessarily horrible. He could deal. Iggy took a step into the centre of the room, then another, away from the safety of the wall. He tried to keep it subtle, the way he kept his hands out at around waist high and palms out.

"What happened to your eyes?" Jack immediately questioned with grave concern. He had guessed that Iggy was blind from the way he kept to the walls. But, now that his eyes were in view, he could restrain his curiosity no longer. Watching the winged boy finally move to where the chain would reach, Jack ventures out to meet him, a hesitant hand outstretched to meet his.

"Dunno... Guess just an experiment gone wrong." Only, he knows exactly what happened. He remembers the horrible details of the horrible surgery. It's just something he's never spoken of. Never will. The touch of Jack's cold hand had Iggy momentarily recoiling in surprise. Although he knew he was growing close to where the other boy was, he hadn't expected to be that close.

Frost allowed his hand to fall limply back to his side. "I'm sorry to hear that." He gave out a grain of sympathy towards Iggy, wishing then that he had the ability to heal instead of conjure up cold temperatures. "If there is anything I can do.. don't hesitate to ask."