Snow Storm

by Kain Vixenheim

Jack isn't the spirit that every thought he was. He was also Jokul Frosti, the son of Loki. One day whilst creating a snow storm over New York the Avengers come to investigate. When they see Jack apparently setting a blizzard on their city he gets taken for an ice villain. Where's Jack's uncle when he needs him? short chapters

7. Chapter 7

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Jack POV

Jack didn't move. It wasn't that he couldn't. He just suspected that the moment he let the Avengers know he was awake then there would be some very awkward question to answer. Questions he knew he was going to refuse to answer.

Instead he lay listening to the sounds around him as he tried to figure out just where he had wound up this time.

"Is he awake yet?" Ah. That voice sounded suspiciously like the one that had belonged to Hawkeye.

"Not yet Clint." Okay, so he didn't recognise that one. "I'm surprised the boy is even alive. He's so cold I would have though he was dead."

Huh, so they didn't know who he was. How had they seen him then?

"It doesn't matter Bruce." So there was a girl as well. Bruce? Why was that name familiar? Oh, now he remembered. His uncle had said that Bruce was the name of some sort of 'formidable green beast'. The man hadn't sounded like a beast.

"Natasha." Now Hawkeye was speaking again. "It does matter. If the kid can survive something like that, what else is he capable of?" The man let out a harsh bark of laughter. "We already know he can fly!"

The woman – Natasha – spoke again. "Very well, but I doubt that is the sort of conversation we should be having before the prisoner."

Bruce laughed at that. "Probably not, but he's already heard enough."

"What?" Natasha sounded surprised. "I thought the kid was asleep."

Jack could almost hear the shrug in Bruce's next words. "He was when you asked before. He's been faking sleep for about a minute now."

Jack opened his eyes. "How did you know?" He asked.

A man in a white lab coat, he assumed it was Bruce, smiled at him. "Kid, I'm not an idiot. You've been fidgeting ever since you woke up."

Jack pouted. "I thought I was doing a good job of staying still."

Bruce laughed at that and Jack sat up. He blinked as he looked around himself, the light temporarily blinding him as he took in his surroundings.

He reached out instinctively for his staff only to stop as he frowned.

"Where's my staff?" He asked.

He thought it was a reasonable question, though from the looks on their faces they didn't agree with him.