Chapter 3: New comrades

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Third person's POV
A year later
At Manhattan, NY

A limousine drove passed the streets quickly, but was as cautious as it could be. In it is Jack, sitting on car seat, looking frustrated and holding a glass of champagne. He drank three bottles of it already, and still not drunk. Even though it was broad daylight and he has a lot of work to do for the rest of the day and tomorrow, he didn't care. It's been so stressful lately. Clint has been somehow mind controlled and went to the enemy side. He was furious. He was sad. He was many things, except happy. He needed a way to get away from this, or else, there will be a huge ass snow storm coming from all directions.

"Damn it! It's not working. Why can't I get drunk for once?! Fuck my metabolism!" He tossed the glass away angrily. It smashed into a million pieces and the liquid covered the carpet.

Jack rubbed his temples, inhaling and exhaling roughly. Wind was picking up, people started shivering and staring at each other in confusion. It was July. Why is it cold?

His driver shakily asked, "S-Sir, Is ev-everything alright?"

He sighed, "Yes, Robert, I'm fine. Just a little stress out."

Robert Cranston was a small, 50 years old man with a mustache. He was my butler who has been with me since I started my career. He looked a bit relief and returned his composure. "We are close to the mansion, sir. Please try to calm down until we are there."

He pulled his head back, resting it on the head cushion. He looked out of the window and touched the glass. Snow surrounded his finger tips and left its mark on the glass. "I'll try, Robert, but please hurry up." The driver did as he was ordered and sped up a little bit more.

I'll bring you home, Clint. I promise you that, at least. Barton was Jack's closest friend in S.H.I.E.L.D., along with Natasha. They went on numerous missions and they never failed any of them. Although they don't know who he is, they were once close to finding out. But... How did he get turned? And where was he turned?

'Frostbite? Frostbite, This is Phil. We need you to come over immediately. A helicopter is already waiting for you at helipad.' Phil's voice snapped him out of his daze. He jumped and accidentally slammed his whole hand on the car window. It left a big ice mark on it.

"Sir, please." He begged, frightened by his boss' sudden movement.

"I'm sorry, Robert. I Just... Saw a bug. It got in somehow. Don't worry. I killed it." He lied. After a moment of silence, he lowered his voice almost below a whisper and answered back, "Phil, I swear, you are going to get me busted before I can help you bust things. Anyway, I'll try to be there as soon as I can."

"Got it." Then a buzz followed and ended the small chat.

The car pulled to a stop and a shutting noise came from the front. Robert opened the car door for jack as he stepped out.

"Robert, I'll be out for awhile. I don't know when I'll come back, but if Mimir asks, tell him that I'll be home by tomorrow. Also tell him I'm out again." He told him as they stepped into his mansion.

"B-But sir, may I ask where you are going?"

He stopped for a moment and gave him his most honest and concealed answer. "A friend of mine is in trouble. I can't stand aside and let this be his end."

"That sounds dangerous. I'm not sure what will happen to your welfare."

"You're right, Robert. To be honest with you, I don't know if I'll be dead or alive after, but like I said, I won't stand around and let him get killed." Jack turned and grasped onto his shoulder. "Which I why I want you to promise me... that no matter what... Do not tell Mimir about any of this. And Do not try and change my mind. I will not hear any of it... I trust that you will respect my decision and do me this favor, Robert."

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