HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY
(though Fury's not)
I know its been a week since I last updated, I did not mean for it to take me so long
to apologise (and because its Christmas) I'm going to give you two chapters today (its morning now for me and I'll update again this evening)
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Fury's POV
Nick Fury was frustrated. He had just managed to hold off Loki the year before but now they had to deal with the man's son as well.
Jack had not attacked anyone yet but Nick suspected it was just a matter of time. The boy was not on their side, that much was made clear by the blizzard he had unleashed on the world.
Nick would have thought a son of Loki would have known better than to claim he meant no harm whilst attacking. Though if the opinions he had heard his subordinates voicing were anything to go by, the boy's strategy was more effective than Nick liked to acknowledge.
Stark had just informed him that the boy's so called 'weapon' did not actually have any effect on the boy's power.
But that did not mean they could not use it.
Nick had the stick called up from the weapons vault (honestly he had no idea why it had been put down there) and went to see Frost.
The boy was curled up and seemed to be trying to sleep again. Nick frowned, he didn't begrudge the boy his rest, at least the kid wasn't trying to escape, but Nick needed to talk to him and disliked having to rap on the glass every time he visited.
"Jack Frost." He called out.
The boy jumped then glared at him, muttering something under his breath that Nick didn't catch but would be playing back the recordings to listen to.
Nick held up the staff and noticed with satisfaction that the boy became focused immediately. The boy stopped fidgeting and Nick watched as Frost moved up to a standing crouch and narrowed his eyes.
"No more games Frost. You will give us our answers or we stall destroy your stick."
Nick had not been certain the treat would work but judging from the boy's expression it was very effective.
"You wouldn't . . ." Frost hissed through clenched teeth. Were those fangs?
Nick smiled grimly "We would. Now talk."
The boy glared at him and Nick could see the boy trying to work out if it was a bluff.
"What do you want to know?" Frost said finally.
Nick nodded. "Why did you attack New York?" He asked
The boy glared. "I didn't." He spat out.
Nick raised an eyebrow. "Then who did?" He asked calmly.
"No one attacked your precious city. A blizzard is a natural event." Now Frost sounded like he was mocking Nick.
Nick ignored the jibe. "A blizzard which has engulfed half the state and is still spreading is not natural."
Nick noticed that the boy looked shocked at that, though he continued speaking in the same tone. "Well that has nothing to do with me" But even as Frost said it Nick could see the flicker of guilt in his eyes.
"I think you do know." Nick told him. He turned away and walked to the exit. Before leaving he paused and glanced back. "If you do not give your answers when I speak to you tomorrow then I will be forced to make good on my promise."
Nick's knuckles paled as he clenched his fist around the boy's stick.