A/N: Watched Rise of the Guardians again today... Got inspired. So here, have another chappie. With, you know, a tiny little cliffhanger. XD

"You have been playing me for a fool, Jack Frost."

Jack froze at the words. Well, the jig was up, and now he just had to decide how to react. He could be more like Loki or Thor, and all the thoughts running through his mind took a fraction of a second to decide before he relaxed, a devilish grin gracing his features. He'd never been that good at being more like Thor.

"Well to be fair, you did start it." He pointed out, leaning on his staff. "I mean, I'm young, not an idiot. Don't you know better than to try to control winter? I figured you'd learn that from your son." Because really, whether Loki admitted it or not, Odin was still his father. A crappy father, but a father nonetheless. Odin sighed.

"Can you blame me, Frost? I wish for my son to be what he once was." He sounded like a very old man, tired by the world, but Jack felt no sympathy.

"In case you hadn't noticed, your son wasn't happy that way. So leave him alone. Repeal the banishment, whatever, but let him do his own thing." He suggested. Odin frowned.

"Loki is more powerful than any man should be. You are suggesting I leave him to his own devices?" His voice was incredulous and Jack rolled his eyes before giving a smile that was all teeth.

"I'm not suggesting. I'm telling. Leave him alone, or Asgard will feel the wrath of both of us." He felt confident in making that threat. Odin couldn't do anything to him without Loki retaliating, and he was obviously frightened of his son.

Jack spun on his heel and headed back to the dining hall. He was done with this conversation. And with Asgard, for that matter.

Meanwhile, on Earth, there was a certain group that was growing increasingly more concerned with the fact that Jack Frost had been missing for about three days now. And while that wasn't necessarily unusual, he'd also been neglecting his duties, something that Jack never did, and the Guardians were worried about him. He didn't neglect what he was supposed to be doing unless there was a very good reason. Even more worrying was the fact that the belt they'd given him was apparently not working wherever he was.

"The kid's fine, he's just irresponsible." Bunny was saying, obviously unconcerned as he leaned against the wall.

"But what if he's in trouble?" Tooth chittered, hands flying as fast as her wings. "I mean, he could be hurt, or-or-Pitch! Pitch could be back!" She exclaimed, darting from side to side as though she couldn't decide where to go.

"Tooth is right. Jack could be in trouble, but I do not think we should panic yet. First, let us go see his new friends. These Avengers." North interjected, already walking towards the sleigh. Bunny swallowed.

"I'll take the tunnels."

It had been a very long day of avoiding therapy for everyone. Now the Avengers were in the Tower, relaxing and wondering why Fury had been serious about therapy.

"If you think about it, he's the crazy one. He's the only one n the room who didn't see Jack. He should be in therapy." Tony whined over the movie that was playing on the giant television.

"Shut up, Stark." Natasha and Clint said in tandem. They had taken over the couch and were apparently glued to the television. Thor was in the kitchen, making a racket that no one wanted to check, Steve had gone upstairs to change, and Bruce was in the corner, reading a book.

"Brucey, back me up here, isn't Fury crazy?" Tony's voice was plaintive. Bruce licked his finger to turn a page without looking up.

"Mhm. Whatever you say, Tony." He spoke absently, and it was obvious that he wasn't really listening. Tony huffed and crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. There was a sulky silence for all of thirty seconds before alarms went off, flashing lights interrupting the movie and a loud, obnoxious noise making all of them cover their ears.

"Stark, seriously! Stop being obnoxious!" Natasha yelled, obviously annoyed. There was a crash from the kitchen as Thor gave a battle cry, no doubt ready to fight the alarm system, and Steve slid into the living room, only half dressed, hair sticking everywhere.

"What's going on?" He yelled over the noise. Tony scowled.

"It's not me! JARVIS, report!" He called.

"Intruders on the roof, sir." The AI replied and Tony rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well, we got the memo. Now shut off the alarms." The noise and lights shut off immediately and Tony sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Well, let's go see who our guests are."