Hi guys
Believe it or not I was actually going to give this to you on Monday
But I got distracted
again
and again
Be fair on me guys - I had a french oral, a french writing and a math test to revise for
and I got addicted to Elsword
again
(who else just loves Add?)
So anyways, new chapter
Enjoy
and REVIEW
Steve's POV
Steve stood in the doorway as he watched Fury walk right up to the glass of the cell and rap on it with his knuckles.
The prisoner, Jack or Jokul or whoever he was seemed to be asleep.
The boy opened his eyes and Steve watched as the boy raised an eyebrow as he took Fury in.
"So how did you lose your eye?"
Steve choked back a laugh at the kid's question. He had heard from Tony that the boy seemed to treat everything like a game but he hadn't thought it would be as bad as asking Fury that question. Even if Steve admitted he had often wanted to ask the same thing.
Fury glared at the boy. "That information is unimportant. What I want to know is what your motives were for attacking New York Lokison."
Steve blinked in surprise He would have thought that the boy might be intimidated by that, but the kid was actually laughing at Fury. No one laughed at Fury. It just wasn't done.
When the kid had finally managed to get his laughter under control he looked up at Fury, his face bursting with mirth.
"Man. What did I ever do to you guys?" He asked
"Cast a blizzard on the city. Which, by the way, still hasn't stopped."
Steve noticed that the boy didn't seem all that surprised by that fact. "Yeah. You're kind of lucky it was just me that you attacked."
Steve blinked. "What?" He asked the kid. "Why are we lucky that it was 'just' you?"
The boy stared at him. As though trying to think of something. Steve shifted uncomfortably he didn't really like having the undivided attention of the boy.
The kid snapped his fingers and pointed a pale finger in his direction. "Steve Rogers right?" He asked. "A.K.A. Captain America."
Steve crossed his arms. "What about it?" He asked.
The kid opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Fury. "I asked you a question kid. What were your motives for attacking New York? Was it some sort of twisted revenge for when we took down your father?"
The boy turned to Fury. "My name isn't kid, its Jack."
Fury glared at Jack. "You're avoiding the question."
Jack nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Yep." He said simply.
Steve sighed. He had a feeling that Jack was going to be very stubborn, at least where Fury was concerned. He really didn't like how Jack kept looking back at him.
"What?" He asked, beginning to get annoyed.
Jack winced. "Err . . . Sorry?" He said, well, he phrased it as more of a question.
Steve blinked. "What about?"
Jack seemed to be trying to shrink back against the wall, maybe he was hoping that he would be able to just go through it. Steve wouldn't have put it past him, Jack was a son of Loki after all.
"Well . . ." Jack trailed off before taking a deep breath and starting again. "I'm really sorry I froze you I didn't really know what I was doing. I was actually trying to pull you out of the water."