Hey guys

I actually wasn't going to give this to you now, but seeing as I was actually online I was like what the hell and decided to upload it

and before anyone asked yes I was feeling evil when I wrote this so you may have a slight cliffy at the end of this

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Oh yeah, forgot to tell you last time but I no longer need a Beta Reader (thank you Sophia Linn) also thanks if you applied anyway (though I do not understand how a guest reviewer would be able to beat)

remember to review, it might (key word that) motivate me to give you the next chapter faster.

It may also make me decide to wait and see how many reviews I can get for a single chapter

So yeah . . . please review

Enjoy XD

Clint's POV

Clint looked at the boy. The staff had obviously been the kid's weapon. Surely he didn't think he was just going to get it back so easily. He looked at Natasha and Bruce and sighed, the two obviously weren't going to tell the kid.

"Your staff has been locked away." He told the boy

The boy frowned. "Why would you do that?" He asked.

Clint blinked. "Well . . . It's your weapon isn't it?"

The boy nodded slowly. "I think that anyone can knock someone over the head with a wooden stick." The boy made it sound obvious.

Clint glared at the teenager. "Fine. Whatever. You made your point. Now what's your name so we don't have to keep calling you kid?"

The kid raised an eyebrow. "I did tell Ironman my name, you know that right."

Bruce sighed at that. "Maybe, but you chose the wrong person to tell. Why do you think he uses nicknames all the time, he couldn't remember a person's name if his life depended on it."

The kid laughed and jumped off the hospital bed, balancing on the balls of his bare feet. Clint noticed that the boy looked like he might run off at the slightest opening. "As I told Tony, sometimes I go by Jokul Frosti, but you can call me Jack."

Clint blinked. How had Jack managed to get his name from Jokul? Apparently Natasha agreed with him on that as she asked him that very same question.

Jack laughed. "Jokul Frosti's my birth name. Jack is the one I chose to use."

Clint raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't make any sense kid."

Jack pouted. "Why not?" The boy asked.

Clint sighed. "Because we find it very unlikely that the villain actually chose to give us his real name."

Jack – or was it Jokul? – looked confused at that and tipped his head slightly to one side. "Ironman said that to, but I don't think I'm a villain."

Natasha seemed to be displaying her short temper. "Then why, Jack, did you see fit to create a Blizzard and attack New York?"

Jack grinned and Clint felt a rush of anger, the kid was treating this like it was a game! "I don't know what you mean. I have never attacked New York."

Bruce looked as though he was trying desperately not to just 'hulk out' on the boy. "Look. We already know that you created the blizzard. That you're still fuelling it. Oh yeah, now that you're awake could you possibly turn the snow storm off?"

Jack's eyes widened it what was obviously fake ignorance. "But I thought that was why you took my staff away – no staff equals no power right?"

Clint sighed. This conversation was just going in circles. "You just want your staff back don't you kid?"

Jack nodded. "Yep. My dad gave me that staff. It has sentimental values."

Clint's eyes narrowed. Finally, they were getting somewhere. "And just who is your dad kid?"

Jack grinned. "My dad is Loki Odenson, or Leufreyson. Whichever you want to call him really."

There was a stunned silence.