Jack knew he was seen as annoying by quite a few number of spirits. He was pretty sure Bunny held biannual anti-Jack Frost meetings at his Warren by this point. However, there was one spirit that even managed to annoy him.
Jack had first seen the spirit as a green blur above the Atlantic Ocean. It had nearly flown into him if the Wind hadn't taken control of them both and swerved them around each other. Jack was merely saved from the impact, but the new spirit was stopped in its path and guided back over to Jack by the scruff of its shirt. (In that moment he was extremely glad the Wind had taken a liking to him). Clearly, the old elemental was expecting him to apologize to Jack.
"Aw, come on, gusty!" The young boy spirit pouted and slouched down, causing his green shirt to comically be held a bit higher in the air. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry, Mr. Winter Spirit."
Jack leaned forward, eyes narrowed in both curiosity and aggravation. Clearly, this spirit was incredibly new, and he wondered if he ever acted this arrogant. "who are you?"
At his apparent acceptance of the situation, the Wind freed its grasp on the spirit's shirt and the boy gave him a hearty salute. "The name's Peter Pan! I'm the spirit of childhood."
Well that certainly explained a lot. "What're you flying around up here like that for?"
Peter's laugh rang free in the calm night air. "Tinkerbell saw a fairy and was curious, so she chased it. I was going after her." As he spoke, a little figure popped its blonde head out from under Peter's cap, and Jack felt his eyes widen in surprise. "Say hi, Tink!" The little figure huffed once, causing the slight golden shimmer around her to momentarily brighten, before retreating back under his hat.
Jack knew that Tinkerbell was probably chasing after one of Tooth's little workers, and he didn't have anything against them, so he kept that knowledge to himself. He didn't want Peter's fairy to go chasing after another. "There's lots of other fairies and sprites out there, but try not to interfere with their work. Some of them can be pretty temperamental." He knew better than most, of course, because the winter sprites that were in charge of the world's tundras had told him off multiple times when he accidentally interfered with their work.
Peter didn't seem to want to heed his warning based on the way he was shifting about and looking anywhere but at Jack, so Jack just shrugged. It wasn't his problem.
(Of course, when Peter first got in trouble with the winter sprites later that year, it did seem like his problem then.)