I, Jack Frost, Guardian of Fun and the Winter Spirit, was not having a good day. In fact, this day could not have been going worse. First, I had been interrupted by North during a snow day in Burgess and that made me a bit peeved, but finding out that Pitch Black was back and terrorizing New York had just made me plain angry and keyed up for a fight

It turns out, though, that Pitch had been waiting for them to show up, and had quickly knocked out all of the Guardians besides me, as I had been dispatching the surrounding Fearlings which was easier by far than it had been last time; almost too easy.

The wind carried me closer to where Pitch floated, watching me with narrowed eyes. I gave him a casual grin and a wave, playing it cool as if I didn't want to freeze him solid or eliminate him for good.

"You will never be able to take me on alone, Jack. You know this as well as I." Pitch's voice had that same eerie undertone that I remembered from the last time we had faced him.

I simply laughed, causing him to tense in anger. "I can, Pitch, and you know it! I know my center now!" My voice mocked him as I did circles in the air around his now quivering form.

I gathered my energy, cajoled the ice inside my heart to become something more, something substantial. My staff slashed through the air at a smirking Pitch. Wait a minute…. Why was he smirking?

I was given my answer as a sharp pain came from my abdomen. I ignored it at first and instead watched as Pitch was frozen and then expelled by the wave of pure, happy, frosty and fun air I sent him. And then the ground was suddenly much closer, while the pain much more intense.

I couldn't save myself, I knew as I fell, but I could see what brought me down couldn't I? I could be that brave. So it was that hundreds of feet from the ground I looked down at my stomach to see 6 inches of pure fear sticking out of my body. Oh Gods…

The black spike caused dark blue blood to seep onto my sweatshirt and my hands unconsciously gripped my staff tighter. After I survived the fall (I knew I would because I had survived worse) it would be almost impossible to stop the poison now coloring my body black.

100 feet from the ground and my hope began to fade. I would die here tonight, after 316 years of life. It seems the Man in the Moon had decided to end me… No! This was the poison talking! What would the Kangaroo think of me giving up hope when I myself was a Guardian?

50 feet from the ground, I noticed that there was a skyscraper beside me and an idea formed in my mind. Maybe I could…Yes! The Winds! I called to them now, gathering my concentration and they propelled me up about two hundred feet and to the right just enough to crash through the floor to ceiling window on the 33 floor of Stark Towers.

Even though this had saved me a hard impact with the ground which would most likely have broken a few bones and further hindered any chance I had at surviving the spike, it didn't mean that crashing face first into a concrete floor at any rate of speed, much less 60 miles an hour didn't hurt. It hurt. A lot.

I didn't move from the floor or do anything other than roll over so the spike wasn't pushed any further into my stomach than it already was. My eyes slid closed as I finally found time to focus on the poison that ate through my body. It was cold, but not my cold. It was unpleasant and I finally understood why Bunnymund complained so much about my snow.

A feather light touch on my forehead had me trying to sit up, eyes wide open and a snarl on my face. I did not like being touched. A firm hand pushed on my chest and in my weakened state I fell backwards again. Hands grasped my shoulders and held me to the floor, while a man with blonde hair checked me over.

I shuddered and let out a small whimper as his hands passed over the spike. "H-how can you see me?" My breath stuttered and the words came out as barely more than a whisper.

But the man heard and he gave me a glance before reaching down to pull up the sweater. My face twisted into a snarl one again and I growled. "No."

The man continued, though, and my powers swelled up in panic, causing the Wind to throw the blond haired man into the wall about twenty yards behind him and making it crack. The person holding me was hit in the face by a snowball and then frozen solid.

Gasps filled the large room that I had crashed into and I looked around to see 4 other people standing in the room. One of them I knew, but the rest were unfamiliar. I decided to focus on the Thunder god. "Thor?"

Understanding and recognition lit the large man's eyes and he gave a huge grin. "Jokul Frosti! I have heard much of you!" He stepped forward and I held my hands up as if to ward off an attack and groaned as the spike shift deep inside of me and fresh blood welled up.

I covered my pain with a smile, "And I've heard of you, Thor. Please don't hug me."

The man laughed, long and robust, almost vibrating the room with the force of it. Than his smile faded as he took in the Winter Spirit's current state. "You are dying."

It wasn't a question, but a statement. "Well it seems there is little chance of me surviving." I rolled my eyes at him as I gestured to the spike.

Thor's brow furrowed and then he looked behind Jack. "Is there anything we can do?"

I sighed, my breath billowing from my mouth in a blue and black cloud. The poison had reached my lungs. "No, but-"I hesitated as I remembered my friends. Chances were they were still out cold. It was worth a try, though.

"Where's my staff?" This question prompted my staff to be placed into my hand.

"What is he going to do?" This question came from Stark, who I recognized from the Avengers team….. Oh damn. It was just my luck to crash into the Avengers tower, but I couldn't focus on that now. It was time to call the Guardians. I only hoped they would answer.