Fury worked quickly. As soon as he had his answer he used his little radio to say something to people Jack honestly didn't care for at the moment. Right now, he was content, and didn't feel like talking or saying a damn thing, if you wanted to get something out of him, nice try, but you'd have better luck getting answers from his staff.

Jack was trying figure out what he would say to people if they asked who he was. 'His name's Jack Frost, he controls the ice and wind, stay out of his way.' Yes, he thought a hard ass attitude will work quite nicely around here.

He also wanted to fit in, but he thought the whole social scene can wait awhile. Jack was used to being alone, used to being invisible, and hated when the people he passed ogled at him. Yeah, he'll stick to Steve and Fury for now.

Jack wondered what his training would be like? He has sat on top of the roofs of army building, watching as they soldiers performed various exercises as a man up front yelled at them. He could never stay long, all the yelling gave him a headache. Sometimes, Jack dropped by later in the day, and created a snowstorm for the tired soldiers, so their training would be cut off early. It was one of the times where he felt somewhat useful.

Would he be training with other people? Could he train with Steve? That'd be pretty cool. Jack knew that Steve's trained in the army, so Jack would be living in Steve's shadow if he trained with him. How would the Spirit's ice powers be used in training? He pondered on the thought until someone in front of him cleared their throat.

Jack looked up, plastering a bored expression to his face. Yep, the hard ass thing was starting now. He jumped a little when he realised it wasn't Fury, but a woman with brown hair pulled back into a bun and a no-nonsense poker face.

"Jack Frost? Come with me please, I'll show you to your chambers." She turned on her heel and strut down the hallway, expecting him to follow. "Wow, I need to take notes if I want to be as hard ass as her." Jack thought. Sure, she was polite, but the boy knew immediately not to mess with her. Would all of the agents be like this?

Clearing his head, Jack realised that she was almost out of sight. He sprinted to catch up. Wow, she was fast. Looking around, Jack thought that he'd lost her when she turned the next corner, but took a leap of faith and decided that running wasn't going to cut it. So he jumped into the air and flew after her.

She looked over her shoulder at the quiet boy and a flash of surprise crossed her features before they solidified again. She knew he could fly, Fury had told her that much, but Maria Hill wasn't expecting to turn her head and see a scowling teenager flying after her. The starled woman turned her head turned forward once more. Jack Frost smirked, although the surprise he saw was brief, he thought it was hilarious he had startled her.

She stopped abruptly in the hall and Jack flew right past her. Scowling, he turned around and landed next to her. Jack noticed a smug smile tugging at her lips. His scowl deepened. "Mr. Frost, these are your chambers. Please press your thumb onto this."

She pointed at a small machine next to the door, which had a small black pad on it. Cautiosly, he stepped forward and pressed his thumb onto the device. He gave a small shout of surprise when the damn thing zapped him.

"Good." the woman said. She fiddled around with a small device by the door for a minute before turning towards me. "Mr. Frost, this will allow you to access your room. Just press your thumb on the scanner and the door will open. It recognises your thumbprint and opens the door. You will be alerted is there is anyone at the door. And don't worry, it won't zap you again." She said, a smirk now evident on her face.

"Will there be anything else?" She asked.

Jack narrowed my eyes. He got the feeling she was treating him like a child.

"No, thanks, I think I'll be fine."

Jack hadn't even finished his sentence before she turned and strutted off. Jack would have to watch out for her in the future. Sighing, he cautiously pressed his clammy thumb onto the device and was greatly relieved when the door whooshed open. Taking eager steps into his new living areas, Jack was awed the furnishings. Everything was decorated in winter white and frosted blue.

The walls were a sparkling shade of white, that reminded him of freshly fallen snow, the two comfortable looking sofas were a vibrant blue, similar to that of frozen sea ice. The were set up just as Steve's were, with one facing the strange flat thing, and the other to the right of it, forming a 90 degree angle. The carpeted floor was white as, and there was a shaggy rug that matched the colour of the sofas. Jack wandered over to the pristine kitchen.

The benchtops was the same ice-blue as the sofas, but were semi-translucent, making them look like real ice. White cupboards lined up underneath them. Jack opened some of the cupboards to find them stocked with food he wouldn't eat. He really didn't eat much, but could eat a lot before getting full. Jack ate when he wanted to, not when I needed to. This food looked strange, and he made a mental note to ask Fury about it tomorrow. The setup was exactly the same as Steve's, just different colours.

Jack wandered through the two rooms, discovering a sparkling bathroom, and a bedroom, all perfectly matched with the colours in the living room. The bathroom was full of more confusing things Jack needed to ask about. The bedroom contained a King-sized bed, that was coloured ice-blue. The only thing it went with was the warbdrobe, which he thought really wasn't necessary. His hood and trousers had served him well for more than a century. The rest of the room was white.

There were a few strange machines, most of them residing in the kitchen. Why was he so uncomfortable? Everything was so nice, and well decorated, Jack felt so spoilt, but something was missing. He almost snapped his fingers when he realised what it was. It was hot in here! And Jack knew just what to do about it.

Flying back into the living room, he examined at the walls. Would Fury mind if he iced them up a bit? Jack decided that he was going to take a chance. Walking over to the far wall, he lightly touched his aged staff to it and frost climbed it's sides. Jack gave it a boost of energy to speed it up so he wasn't there for too long, and smiled in satisfaction. The wall looked like it was covered in some kind of bizarre wallpaper!

Grinning, the exuberent spirit went through all of his rooms, coating the walls in ice. It took only a few minutes, and when Jack was done he stepped back and admired what he had done, smiling proudly. It truly was a masterpiece. He just hoped Fury felt the same way. Jack sighed. He wasn't sure if he liked Fury or not. The man had been nothing but helpful, and Jack was sure that he had something to do with the colour scheme. But what if Jack had said no to his offer? What if he had wanted to get the hell out of there and take off? Would Fury had let him? Fury didn't seem like the kind of person who would do that. He was nice and all, but he seemed like the kind of person who had to know everything, be on top of everything. Jack shuddered at the thought. All that responsibility couldn't be good for a person.

There was a knock at the door. Three knocks, to be precise. Jack was startled. It too wasn't late, but it wasn't early either. Who could be knocking at his door? It must've been Fury. Jack flew over and landed into front of the door. He wasn't exactly sure how to open it for a few seconds, but was relieved to find a replica of the machine outside of my door sitting just to the left a little bit.

Jack pressed my thumb onto it, still wary of being zapped, and the door whooshed open. Fury stood there, his hands behind his back. "Frost," he said looking around the room, "I like what you've done with the place. Though a bit too cold for my liking. Not that I mind the ice, but I think I'll send someone over to explain all of the appliances you have, especially the air-conditioning. For now, I hope you've settled in. You need to get a good nights rest, because training starts tomorrow. Feel free to explore the Helicarrier, if you get lost, just shout. There is an agent at every corner who would be happy to help you find your way around. There is an alarm clock on your bedside table that will wake you up in time for breakfast tomorrow morning. Steve will be waiting outside your door to accompany you. There is also a variety training suits in your wardrobe. You are free to wear whatever you want, but this suit is exclusively for training. Be sure to be dressed and ready to start tomorrow. Do you have any questions?"

Jack was about to shake his head, but a thought sprang the his attention.

"What year is it?" He questioned

Fury looked vauguely surprised at his question, but recovered quickly. "It's 2012."

Jack was stunned by Fury's answer. He had presumed it to be 2016 at least. If it was 2012... that-that means..

"What season is it?" Jack pressed urgently.

"Autumn."

Jack gasped. He-he woke up in in the middle of Winter in Burgess 300 years ago. Well, a little less that 300 years ago. This means he'd be awake for his 300th birthday! Jack was ecstatic. He never celebrated birthdays very much, but turning 300 was something to be excited about.

Fury saw excitement and confusion flash across the boy's features. He decided not to question it. Seeing that the conversation was done, Fury decided he had other things to do.

"That's all. Good night, Mr. Frost." With that, he turned to his right and left, his black trench coat flapping behind him.

Besides his upcoming birthday, Jack was intrigued about what Fury said about exploring, but scowled at the thought of getting lost. Jack will find his own way back, even if he did get lost. He didn't want another snooty agent disapproving and talking to him like he was some kind of kid. He huffed, and walked out the door.

Deep in thought, Jack wandered down the hallways, leaving minuscule patches of frost on the wall, so he was able to find my way back. There wasn't much to see, unless he actually went into the rooms. Jack heard a small explosion once and jumped so high he almost hit his head on the roof. There was a lot of shouting before it went quiet again.

Turning down another hallway, Jack noticed a strong wind current. He felt the wind tug on his hood and ruffle his snowy hair. Where was it coming from? Jack looked around, confused until he noticed a hole in the wall with a metal hatch covering it.

He decided that he needed to check it out. The hatch wasn't easy to remove, but after 10 minutes of persistence, and a strange look from a passing agent, Jack managed to pry it open. It wasn't big enough to stand upright in, but had was spacious enough that he could comfortably call through on his hands and knees, and carry his staff. there was more than enough room above his head to look up, and plenty of room on either side of me to stretch my arms out.

This route was much more interesting. The grates showed into the rooms, and Jack was excited to finally see what everybody was doing behind those damn doors. Most of the rooms were full of strange equipment, and people in white coats. He passed the room where the explosion must've went off. It was like the other rooms, except there was glass all over the floor and smoke wisping from the spot it must've exploded from. Jack sniggered at the sight of a tiny woman yelling at cowering men, who looked like kids who have been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. The times had changed, and Jack liked it.

The curious spirit continued his crawl through the metal tunnels, stopping occasionally to observe something interesting. He even saw Steve, in a space filled with more things Jack didn't understand. Steve was hitting something over and over again, and by the sheen of sweat covering his forehead, he looked like he had been at it a while. Jack wanted to talk to him, but thought it'd be kinda weird if he stuck out of a hatch in the wall to say hello. So he ventured on, when Jack saw something that made him come to a complete stop.

There was something else in here with him. Jack saw it crawling through the tunnel ahead of him, coming straight forward. Jack began backing up. It had definitely seen him now, and it didn't look friendly. It looked like another person, but the frightened boy couldn't be sure. Jack was still backing up, faster now. He saw the grate where Steve's room was, and made a choice. He needed to get out of here, and quickly before the thing got any closer. Turning his body 90 degrees, Jack placed his feet on the hatch and kicked with all the force he could muster. The thing got closer. It was probably only about 30 feet away now. Jack kicked again, desperate to get the hell out of there, and realised that Steve had come over to investigate the noise.

He peered into the hatch. "Jack?" He asked incredulously.

The thing was closing in. It was definitely a person, but he didn't look too happy. "Steve! Get the hatch off! NOW!" Steve heard the desperation and terror mixed in with Jack's demand and worked quickly.

The thing was only 15 feet away now. Luckily, Steve was a hell of a lot stronger than the average human. He ripped the hatched out of the wall and Jack hastily slid out, pulling his staff through as he went. As soon as he was in open air, Jack flew up, crouching in the corner of the the roof. It wasn't long before the thing burst out after him. So, it was a person after all. It was a man, and he looked pissed. He didn't tumble out, like Jack had expected, but slid out smoothly, head first, and performed a small roll before jumping to his feet.

"Where's the kid, Roger's."

It wasn't a question, more so a demand.

Steve was obviously confused. The dazed expression on his face gave it away. Luckily though, he recovered just in time to answer. And his answer made Jack smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Clint."

Clint rolled his eyes and took a step forward. "Don-" he was cut off when he slipped on an anonymous patch of ice. Whoops! How'd that get there?

Clint let out a small cry as he fell on his ass. Steve's eyes widened at Clint's sudden actions, before he noticed the patch of ice and doubled over with laughter as he made the connection, slapping his knee. I grinned, but it when Clint hastily jumped to his feet, a scowl evident on his face.

"You think this is funny Frost-boy? I know all about you! What I want to know, is why the hell you were in my air vents."

Jack flew down, standing his staff upright, and perched on top of it. "Air vents? Is that what they're called?" he asked innocently.

Clint whipped his head in Jack's direction. His scowl deepened when he noticed that Jack Frost was a kid in blue performing a balancing act on his little stick.

"You know, being all big and scary and chasing someone through an air-vent isn't the best way to introduce yourself."

Clint's scowl lessened, and he looked somewhat apologetic.

"You were in my vents kid, it's not everyday that I find visitors in there. Let alone an immortal being that can fly, freeze things and apparently has perfect balance." He said dryly. "We're you lost or something?"

"No! I wasn't lost." Jack said defensively. "I was just looking around. I have my reasons for being in there, but what was a grown man, like your self, doing crawling through air vents?"

"I'm a master spy kid, it's what I do. I find that crawling through the vents is a perfect way to see what happening around me without being noticed. Nothing happens around here without me knowing about it." He took a step forward and stuck his hand out in front of him. "Clint Barton, Master spy, and I forgot to mention, Master Assassin. Pleasure meeting you."

Jack took his hand warily. "Jack Frost, uh, Immortal bringer of Winter." Jack had been working on his intro for a while and was proud that he could finally use it.

"Immortal bringer of Winter eh? I think it needs some work, but keep trying. I gotta go, I have somewhere to be, but if your gonna crawl through the vents again, try to stay out of my way? Ok?" And with that, he turned and left. Jack narrowed his icy blue eyes. He didn't think that he would get along well with this guy. Clint seemed to be sending Jack a silent challenge when he spoke, and If there's one thing Jack know about himself, it's that he's stubborn to the final degree, and won't back down from a challenge.

Jack wanted to go back to his room. He's been tired ever since he woke up, so he thought it was about time for one of his rare sleeping sessions. Though Jack stayed and chatted with Steve for a bit, they both said goodnight and went their separate ways. Thanks to Jack's frost marks, or rather, puddles in the floor, he made his way back to his room without complication.

He noticed that the room was much colder, and a large long white thing mounted on top of the wall above the flat device was humming and blowing cold air through the air. It was fantastic. Jack wanted to look at his training uniforms before he went to bed, but was way too tired. Flopping down onto the mattress of the soft bed, Jack let his eyes drift shut, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

A/N - I KNOW! I CHANGED IT TO 3RD PERSON. *hides behind keyboard* I am so sorry to those who might not enjoy the change, but 1st person just wasn't working for the story. I'm not that good of a writer to use it effectively. At least this way you get to hear from more people points of view, right? I also changed a few key elements of the story. Re-read chapter 2 and you'll find an account from Fury, and if you look closely at chapter 3, you'll notice Jack had the hard-ass attitude to begin with. He DOES NOT, reapeat, DOES NOT open up, to Fury, only telling him the basics. I am so sorry for all these changes. I promise that I'll get the story on track and stop changing everything so much!

I would like to thank the people who reviewed, giving an extra huge, from the bottom of my heart thank you to Auua Ytjoml for providing me with amazing ideas and criticism. I'd honeslty be lost without them! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I sure enjoyed writing it! Did you like Clint and Jack's meeting? (btw, the story is set before the whole Loki claims the Tesseract and takes control of Clint kind of thing) I think you'll see more of Jack's and Clint's friendly rivalry! I've got big plans for this story, so hold tight, bear with me and review! Please review! I love hearing all your ideas and comments for the story! Let me know how I can improve!