It was so dark, and he was still so tired. The world was still, yet he heard voices echoing around him. Jack heard loud scraping noises, heavy machinery whirring, and echoed shouts. Crack. The ice encasing his frozen body loosened, and all of a sudden he was free! He wasn't tired anymore! He was energised! Light as a feather. The dazed spirit began to sit up, when the memories washed through his brain. Steve. The jet. The crash. The ice.

He saw him.

Frantically, Jack looked around. He saw that he and Steve hadn't actually been flung from the jet, as they were still inside. And it was just a little more frozen that he remembered. Steve had been dug out of the ice, and there were men crouched over him. There was so much activity in this place! Jack couldn't believe how many huge machines they fit into the frozen ship!

Jack was beginning to get feeling back into my hands, so he put one hand beside me on the ice, trying to stand up. Leaning on his staff, Jack shook his head, and looked around. He needed to get out of here. The nervous boy took a step and fell over, hitting his head. Jack groaned and lifted his head from the slippery ice. The room was silent as more than a dozen heads turned to looked in his direction. Those who didn't gasp had their mouths hung open, their jaws slack.

Jack found the situation hard to believe. He has tried so many times to get people to notice him, and all it took here was for Jack to fall over and hit his head. Really, the noise wasn't that loud. Jack was paralysed with shock as a dark skinned man in a black trench coat cautiously approached scared looking boy. He had an eye-patch too. Yep. Jack decided it was time to get the hell outa there. Jack's previous experience with big scary guys with eye patches haven't been too memorable.

Clutching his staff in one hand, Jack hovered in the air, and everyone gasped this time. Well, everyone except the dark skinned man. He was actually getting a lot closer, at a much quicker pace. Jack panicked and flew up at full speed, faster than when he was attacked by that stupid savage wolf. Jack must've forgotten he was underground though, because he saw stars when pain erupted from my head when it hit the ceiling at full speed. Jack crumpled to the ground. Groaning once more from head trauma, Jack turned my head, and the last thing he saw was a red white and blue emblem plastered onto a shield before darkness clouded over his vision.

Nick Fury stood over the sleeping boy with a scowl on his face. He and Steve had been transported onto the shield Hellicarrier a little over a week ago now, and were sleeping soundly. The machines showed the boys temperature was just a little over 30 degrees. Which wasn't possible by human standards, but Fury had seen stranger things in his life. What had been strange though, was that when he assigned his top scientists to examine, they reported that the kid had escaped!

He had abandoned everything, rushed over to the examination room, only to see a sleeping boy tucked safely away in his sleeping caspule. Fury was, well, was furious, thinking that the agents had played some kind of practical joke. After a few minutes of shouting and yelling at them, He realised that they actually couldn't see him. He then had to spend 20 minutes convincing SHIELD's top scientists that he was there, they just could'nt see him. It took a lot of pesuasion, but one of the less sceptical scientists had stared really hard at the capsule and gasped in surprise. He began babbling that there really was a white-haired boy lying in there, and one by one, the others saw him.

That had been an awkward time for Fury, and Nick Fury does no do awkward. Fury sighed, rubbing his hand over his face, and thought about the current situation. What if this kid was dangerous? Fury couldnt just let him go. If worst comes to worst the kid would have to be detained. But what if he was complient. A thought came to mind. This kid could fly, and survive 70 years trapped in solid ice. He could be useful. Fury knew he needed to keep the flying boy in his sights. But, if he was to be useful, he would need training...

'Ugh, lights. Ugh, voices. Go away noisy people, leave me to sleep.' Jack thought as he awoke. He groaned a loud, somewhat obnoxious groan before opening my eyes. The voices got louder and more frantic. He could hear people shouting and rushing around, but all Jack could see was the ceiling. Once again, memories flooded his brain and a gasp escaped his thoughts. He bolted upright, shattering the glass that had been encasing me. 'Head wound #3.' he thought.

More people yelled, but they were yelling at him this time. His one track mind didn't want to hear what they were saying, and at that moment Jack didn't even care whether they could see him or not. All he wanted was his staff. The only thing Jack held precious. His one and only possession, aside from the clothes on his back.

The atmosphere changed all of a sudden. It went from frantic and rushed to silent and tense. Jack was confused as to why when Fury walked in. He had that no-nonsense look about him, and it looked like everyone in the room respected that. Jack's eyes narrowed and he sat stiff as a board in the glass-strewn box as the man approached. He wasn't cautious, and looked pretty confident he knew what he was doing. But Jack could see the noticed in his features.

Finally the taller man spoke. "Who are you, and why were you found in the ice?" His voice held an air of authority to it, and Jack knew immediately that he was the one in charge. He tried to act casual. Jack didn't want to say anything just yet though, so he examined my fingernails, touching each of them and spreading miniature frosted patterns all along the surface,

Fury watched my with a quirked eyebrow. 'Who did this kid think he was?'

"I do not like to repeat myself. So I'll ask another question instead. He took a step closer and crouched down to my level, and looked me in the eyes as his voice softened. "What is your name?"

Jack looked him in the eye, forcing his own expression blank. This was the first real person who had ever talked to him directly. The least he thought he could do was tell him his name. It was supposed to come out confident, and confident, but instead sounded low, and quiet. "Jack Frost" I whispered.

Jack heard a few of the others snicker at that. He immediately shut my mouth, a hurt expression taking over my features. Ouch, why did that sting so much? A hard look covered Eyepatch's previously surprised face. He stood straight up and turned. "That's it!" He boomed, "Every agent leave the room AT ONCE!" All of the people slunk out of the room.

The already nervous boy cringed at the volume of Fury's voice, but was also intrigued by his words. 'Agents?' He thought, 'Where the hell was I?' He turned back to me, his hard features softening once more. Fury wasnt exactly sure how to talk to this kid, but it seemed like his hardass attitude wouldn't work. "Jack Frost. That's certainly a fitting name. I am Director Nick Fury. And welcome to the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. I know it's a mouthful, so it is better known as S.H.I.E.L.D. You are currently aboard the Helicarrier. Do you have any questions, Jack Frost?"

His mouth was dry. Jack had so many questions. They were bouncing around inside his frosted head, vying for a chance be spoken. But there was a few questions that rose above the rest, "What happened? Why am I here? Where is my staff!?" he demanded.

Fury smirked at that. "Well, Mr. Frost your staff is in a safe place rest assured. You were found frozen in the ice next to a 92 year old super soldier. You've been unconscious for weeks and you've been here ever since. You were very cold when we pulled you out, and your body temperature was so low we were surprised your blood hadn't yet frozen in your veins. But you were alive. We tried everything to get you warm again, even had our top scientists build a specialised chamber to warm you up. But... You didn't respond well. As your body heated up you got weaker and weaker, your heartbeat slowed and you pulse thinned. So we left you just as you were, and you got better. Your body temperature says you shouldn't be alive, but you are, Mr. Frost. Not only that but you survived an air crash and was alive after nearly 70 years of being frozen in ice. So I have another question for you. How?"

Jack gulped. Wow, this Fury guy had really explained it well. Jack knew from experience that he didn't react well to hot weather, and generally tended to stay in the colder parts of the world. Seventy years had passed as well, meaning that he was now a little over 300 years old. How does he explain to this man that he was an ancient being that controls wind and ice? Jack decided to answer his original question first.

"To answer your first question, I crashed through the windshield of the jet and didn't have enough time to escape so I crashed as well."

Jack fell silent, awating Fury's reply.

'And there is nothing else you wish to tell me, Mr. Frost?'

"Uh, nope! That's all folks, come back tommorrow for more of Jack's backstory. Maybe I'll tell you more if I had my staff with me. It's always been a great conversation starter."

Fury remained calm and stoic, though Jack could see the twinge of annoyance in his eyes. The only change in expression was a quirked eyebrow when I mentioned my staff. He blinked at me before turning away to talk into his handheld device, mumbling something about Jack's staff. It wasn't even 10 seconds before an agent walked in, carrying his staff. Jack stood up, ignoring the dizzy feeling in my head and rushed toward my staff.

He began to rush forward, but Fury sidestepped in front of him. "Tell me more, Jack Frost."

Jack rolled his eyes. 'I may as well get it over and done with.' he thought. "You really want to know? Fine. Here we go. I'm an immortal frost spirit, I control the wind and ice, and I turned 300 while I was stuck in the ice. Steve was the first person to ever see me, and.. I-" Jack's voice choked up as tears threatened his eyes. He shook them away and cleared his throat. "I have roamed the earth invisible for a long time, bringing snow to different places of the world. My staff is the only thing I own, so GIVE IT THE HELL BACK!" Jack finished with a loud shout, so angry at himslef for telling this man so much.

Fury's face was the same as Jack had seen it last, still in it's poker position. But, he did step aside, a silent message that he was now allowed to retrieve his staff. Jack ran forward toward the starteld looking man and approached hastily.

He snatched it out of the agents hand and crouched over it, hugging it to my chest like he had previously seen mothers do with their children. Jack felt my energy return, and floated a few feet off the ground to stretch out his aching limbs. When Jack was done Fury stared at him with his stoic expression, a hint of intrigue shining in his eye.

Jack scowled at him and lowered himself to the floor. "Well, Jack Frost, I've seen stranger things before. But, I would like to keep you here for observation. I want to find out more about you."

Jack opened my mouth to argue, but shut it again at Fury's no-nonsense expression, deciding to deepen his scowl again. He decided to save the arguing for when he had more answers. Suddenly, Jack was jolted out of his thoughts by a sudden memory. "Where is Steve?" he asked. Fury quirked an eyebrow at the bold boy in front of him. He decided to humor him. "He has been awake for days and, and has been asking to see you. Would you like to meet him?"

Jack gulped and nodded his head. He was more that ready to meet the first person who ever saw him.