Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock...

Peter kept staring at the clock's hands for who-the-hell-knows; after taking Flash to the nurse's office (and hoping that she won't panic), he planned to confront Jack about the surprise takoyaki. He wasn't sure if it was lethal or anything, but it better be harmless. But his last class, which was Chemistry, was becoming agonizingly painful. At least he got chemical formulas and isotopes to distract himself, something he was growing accustomed to since he became the Ultimate Spider-Man.

Now where did he leave his pencil...?

Sometime later, class was finally over. Everybody rushed out of the school doors, escaping from the confined life inside, but Peter decided to stay a bit longer before going over to S.H.I.E.L.D for training. He needed to find a certain brown-haired, blue-eyed teenager...

"Jack!" He called out amongst the crowd of fleeing students. Why was it so crowded today? "JAAACK! JA- oh!" He detected said person near the cafeteria, whose arms were tightly clutching the rectangular lunch box, the star-patterned cloth wrapped around his shoulders like a shawl. Light blue eyes widened in surprise and he kept gazing at anywhere but Peter.

"Jack..." Peter had to pause for a moment, as if to phrase his question carefully. "About that Russian Roulette takoyaki-"

"Yes?" Jack piped up, his voice a bit higher than it usually was. Then he cleared his throat and tried again, his voice going back to normal. "What about it?"

"Uhh, I was just wondering; what was in that 'surprise' takoyaki?" Peter asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Hm, let's see," The new student placed his lunchbox down near one of the lockers. He pondered on that question for a moment before counting down with his fingers. "I think it was jalapeño puree, garlic, wasabi, and this red paste I found; something called gochujang... wait, please tell me you didn't eat it!" Jack said that last part in worry and panic, almost grabbing his shirt in the process. "They weren't meant to kill you, I swear!" He babbled.

But Peter wasn't angry or anything; he was only curious. "Relax, Jack, I ended up with a normal one. But somebody else ate it."

"Oh yeah, who?"

There was a tense pause in the air before the webswinging teenager muttered, "Flash."

Jack's face was blank at first, trying to remember who Peter was referring to, but then he gasped. "Oh no! He must've ate the last piece after I accidently left my lunchbox! Is he ok?"

"I think so. He was with the school nurse but I think he's better now." Peter informed him. "Look, your lunches are actually really good," He said this in pure honesty before adding with a small smirk. "but next time, just try to make them less deadly."

At this, Jack let out a small laugh in relief. "Phew! For a minute there, I thought you were gonna kick my butt. But since you forgive me and stuff, I guess I can relax now." He said with a grin, his attitude becoming more upbeat. Then he retrieved his lunch box from the floor and quickly tied the cloth around it. "Well, I gotta go now, Peter. Do you wanna hang out sometime?"

As much as Peter had bad guys and criminals to stop, he felt that things were going crazy since the battle with Dracula on Halloween. Maybe he needed a break... "Sure, I guess." He shrugged; he wasn't sure when but hopefully they'll do something without some dude ruining the fun.

"Awesome! Ok, bye~" The smart teen was about to say goodbye back but Jack Overland already disappeared, his voice lingering along with the wind...

"Leap...! Leap! ...Le leap! Leap! Leap~!"

Batroc the Leaper sang in a cheery French accent as he jumped from building to building, carrying bulging bags in his hands; he managed to rob a few jewellery stores, hack into a few online bank accounts, and fooled a few lowly street thugs and stole their guns and knives. And the best part? There were no signs of Spider-Man and his foolish little team. Or the Avengers. Or S.H.I.E.L.D. All in all, life was good~

A chilly breeze whistled in the air. Batroc shivered as he leapt; he was aware that the weather will be colder, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. A few coats of frost here, a slight chill here, but otherwise, he was ok. He just wished he could steal a warm winter coat and a scarf, but he still had all the jewellery, weapons, and money..

"Bonjour, ma petite grenouille~"

"Quoi-"

SPLAT! Went the purple and yellow criminal. Instead of landing perfectly as expected, he lost his footing and fell right on his butt. He bet that it will end up red and throbbing because merde, it really hurts. He wasn't sure if somebody was greeting him or insulting him, or if he even knew who said it. After murmuring a few curses, he looked around for an unusual phenomenon that caused his horrific landing. Everything seemed normal here in the roof, but then he felt something cold, wet, and slippery...

...

...

Ice?

Him, the magnificent Batroc the Leaper, fell on ice?! "Ha! No matter, I'll just jump over to a different spot!" He said in an over-confident matter, as if he just finished completing a Rubik's Cube. Retrieving his stolen goods, which landed safely near the ice patch, he moved over to an unaffected spot on the rooftop, he leapt higher than he had ever leapt before. Higher than a mountain, higher than the tallest skyscraper, higher than-

...But then all of a sudden, he found himself dropping down like a fly. AND IN A SNOWSTORM?!

Yes, for reasons unknown, there was a snowstorm going on as he fell down, down, down. Batroc could practically hear the wind screaming at him, as if it was jeering at his failures. Snow pelted on his paper-thin costume and his face, briefly touching every surface of his body like the slightest of fingertips. The bags full of jewellery, money, and weapons also dropped down with him, but were left forgotten. As vertigo forced him down, fading his cries, a strange numb feeling started to grow from the toes to his feet, from the knees to his thighs, and it was just so cold-

"Il est froid! Il est froid! Pourquoooiiiiiii!" Yelled Batroc the Leaper, arrogance quickly dissolving into fear. He cannot understand what was happening to him, let alone noticing that it wasn't actually snowing from where he was falling; the skies were clear and cloudy.

Blood turning cold as he felt something crawling on his legs, he peeked from tightly-shut eyes only to find ice growing on his legs! His eyes widened in terror.

"Non... non.. NONNNNNNN!"

Sometime later, the New York City Police invaded the same street where Batroc was last seen. They were stunned to see the said criminal lying on the hard ground twitching and shivering all over the place. Ice and frost encrusted areas of his uniform, as well as his lower legs. Even his moustache looked like crooked icicles, stiff and frozen. As much as they wanted to investigate the source of his condition, the police figured that it would be best to solve this after sending him to a jail cell. Too cold to even fight back or complain, they just cuffed his hands, packed him off in a police car, and drove away.

Somewhere in his semi-conscious mind, Batroc the Leaper wasn't sure if it was real or a hallucination, but he saw a quick blur of white and heard what sounded like an "Au revoir~".

Translations:

Bonjour, ma petite grenouille~ - Hello, my little frog~ (French; usually, the British would call French people "frogs" though o.o)

Quoi - What (French)

Merde - Shit

Il est froid! Il est froid! Pourquoooiiiiiii! - It is cold! It is cold! Whyyyyyyy! (French)

Non - No (French)

Au revoir~ - Goodbye~ (French)