Snow day?

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Disclaimer I DONT OWN MARVEL OR RISE OF THE Guardians Jacks POV. I had just finished making it snow in South Dakota. I looked up at the night sky and saw the moon. Only I can see Man in moon but only a bit. And it looked like he was pointing to Manhattan? Well where he points I go and make it snow. Moony gave me superhuman strength and stamina so I can lift one ton without breaking a sweat and run all the way to Florida if I were in Gorgia .Oh yeah I forgot Manny told me to stay out of sight from the mortals so he gave me in invisibility that I can turn off or on. That's why I don't make headlines every other day. I can only be seen in mirrors or reflective surfaces when I'm invisible. The wind obeys me so I'm like an airbender except that I can fly only when I'm touching my staff. Flying I can go Mach 1 so I get to Manhattan an hour. Flying high I make clouds with my staff gathering the water molecules then I freeze them sending them down to Manhattan. I smile as I see children running outside to play hopping on their sleds and going topsy turvey threw the snow. I observe a gathering 12 kids near the Hudson River and watch as one starts a snowball fight with a terribly made snowball. Then the children start making more horrible snowballs. Me being the king of fun, snow, ice and wind I can't stand(or fly) by while kids make bad snowballs. I have to stop this!
Charles POV
As we walk to our normal hangout area it started to snow. When we got to the Hudson River there was enough snow to start a snowball fight. I casually pretend to tie my shoe and with my back towards my friends I quickly pack a sloppy snowball and and nail cupcake on the head. She whirled around and said,"WHO?!" I pointed at James who immediately protested and said,"I didn't do that Charles did!" He was too late cupcake was already packing a huge sloppy snowball. I smiled as my friends ran for cover. They knew what was coming next. A snowball fight. Cupcake struggled to keep the smile off her face as she launched the snowball. It hit James on the chest and pretty soon it was an all out war every man/girl( yes we hang with girls so what) for him/her self.The fight was going great, snowballs were flying every where and cupcake kept making monster snowballs and then a man wearing a blue sweater, brown pants no shoes, with brown eyes and white hair,carrying a staff descended from the sky and shouted,"No no no that's not how you make a snowball!!!!" My mouth dropped open as did my friends. Cupcake slowly took out her phone and and probably started a video I don't know all I could think was holy*****.
Jacks POV
Their mouths hang open like a door but I just ignored that and held out my palm forming the perfect snowball and I said"this this is a snowball not your sloppy half job snowballs!"I saw one of them taking out a strange rectangle(remember I'm 300 yrs old and isolated from the mortals sometimes so I'm bound to be behind on inventions)but I ignored it and threw my snowball at the small 12 or 13 year old and they watched as the snowball nailed him squarely in the face knocking him backwards. "That's also how you throw a snowball." I said. That's when the questions came.
Who are you?
What are you?
Why'd you hit me?
I ended up spending an hour with kids answering their questions and teaching them the art of snowball fighting. When I had covered the basics with the and answered most of their questions I said,"Now that you know the basics I'll be going." With that note I shot up quickly out of sight. I had realized that I had let myself be seen but I know Moony wouldn't know because it was day not night Manhattan. Moony can't see me in the day time. I turned invisible and sighed. This has only happened three times and the world didn't still didn't know I existed I smiled and leaned against the gargoyle. Moony bless these mortals for being so dismissive of evidence that they could barely find about me. Little did I know the rectangle recorded me and the video was posted on YouTube Twitter you name it.

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