Jack Frost lay clutching his staff, face-down in the soft, cold mattress, enjoying himself within the recesses of his dream. He was actually enjoying his sleep until a freezing bucket of cold water was poured directly onto his bed head. Not that Jack minded the temperature of the water, it was more the surprise of being wet that really bothered him.

Jack flew from the soaked mattress, flying up to the ceiling, pulling half of the blanket with him as he went. Jack held his staff out in front of his body, ready to defend himself. A very smug Clint Barton stood with his head tilted upwards, smirking at a frantic Jack from his position on the ground.

Jack was mad, to say the least. Before Agent Barton could blink, Jack swung his staff towards Clint, sending out a wave of ice. Clint had ducked, thinking that Jack was actually going to hit him with that staff. He didn't hear anything though, didn't hear the whoosh of the staff missing it's target above his head. What he did head was the sound of laughter. He also felt cold, Really cold.

Clint tried to stand up but found he was physically unable. Shocked, Clint could only gape at what he saw. His entire lower half was frozen into a crouch position. Not frozen as in paralysed, he was literally frozen. In ice.

Steve chose that moment to run into the room, confused and wary, not at all aware of what he just happened. Though, upon seeing a laughing Jack and a wild-eyed Clint, he couldn't help but laugh. The soldier had never seen the master assassin so vulnerable before! "Clint!" He gasped through his laughter, "You haven't been having much luck with ice these past few days!"

Jack, feeling daring, landed on top of Clint's head, as Clint violently swat at his with his arms, the only two limbs that were free from the icy grip. Jack bent his head down and grinned at the scowling assassin. "Next time you walk into my room uninvited, I'll freeze you to the outside of the Helicarrier."

Jack jumped off of Clint's head and strutted over to Steve. "Very funny Jack Frost, now unfreeze me."

Jack's grin only broadened. "I can't do that. I can freeze things, not unfreeze them."

"Well that's pretty pathetic." Clint spat. "I thought you could control ice, and doesn't controlling ice men melting it as well?"

"How da-" Jack's was cut off.

"I'll do it." Steve offered half-heartedly.

Clint only scowled. The ice was already beginning to crack from around his waist due to his frantic struggling, and the majority of Jacks ice was soon removed with Steve's assistance. Clint kicked the rest of the ice that was clinging to his boot off, muttering to himself.

"Well played, Frost. I'll see you in training." Clint smirked. "Be ready to get your ass kicked." Clint stomped out of the room. When Jack heard the door whoosh closed, he turned to Steve.

"Do you know what the hell just happened, Steve?" Jack asked incredulously.

Steve looked rather embarrassed.

"Well, uh, this whole thing is kinda my fault."

Jack quirked an eyebrow at the soldiers admission. How could Steve have played in part whatsoever in this?

"How so?" Jack questioned.

Steve looked at his feet, embarrassment clear in his body language. "Well, ah, I was waiting in my room, still trying to figure out how to work the Television, and I got sick of it. So I went to see what you were up to. I knocked on the door and was waiting for an answer when Clint came past."

Jack nodded at for Steve to go on, although he was still utterly confused as to where the story was going.

"Clint thought that you were late so he went in there with a bucket to go and get you. I guess his wake up methods weren't exactly, ah, conventional."

Jack nodded as he finally understood Steve's story.

"So, this things is one part a misunderstanding, and two parts Clint being an ass?"

Steve grinned. "Yep, you've got it. I am really sorry though." The captain did look really guilty.

"You don't have to apologise, Steve. Oh, and what's a television, by the way?"

"It's that thing you were standing on in my room."

"The flat thing with the pictures on it?"

"Yeah, they show you what's going on in the world, and heaps of other things people find interesting. We had them back in the day, but they were black and white, and different shapes too. Now they have all these things that you need to work it, and it's just not worth the effort."

Jack pondered over the idea of a thing that shows you recorded events of what happens in the world. How did these things get on there in the first place? It was a confusing concept Jack really didn't want to think too much about. His brain hurt already.

"Things are so different now! I never had trouble keeping up with what people around the world were doing before, but this is going to a... different kind of experience. I guess being out of action for so long will do that to you, eh?" Jack said to a nodding Captain. Steve knew exactly where his friend was coming from. It was good to have someone to relate to.

A blaring sound made the two nearly jump out of their skin. Jack was already in the air, staff raised towards the directing the offender was sounding from. He was confused as to why the White device beside his bed was making that obnoxious beeping noise, but quickly realised it was his alarm.

Jack landed softly on the ground with a sheepish expression. "I guess it's time for me to get ready." Jack sighed. Steve nodded, and turned around to walk out the door, closing the door behind him. Whistling to himself, Jack strolled over to his wardrobe. He was in a good mood, despite his rude awakening.

Apparently Fury had been joking when he said there was a variety of suits. There were four black suits that looked to be made from leather. They had long sleeves, and long legs, and looked very tight. They also had a choking neckline. All in all, it looked like Jack would seriously consider taking a knife to them and tearing it up. But, Jack had made a deal, and if Fury had told him to wear these for training, it was probably for a reason.

Jack looked down at his beloved hoodie. He had only acquired that a short time before he had been frozen. He remembered flying over a running track, watching as the people tried to outrun each other before they reached the finish line. After a tense couple of minutes, an over enthusiastic man came first, howling at his victory. Jack followed him to see why everybody was crowded around the man, when the winner took his hood off and dumped it on the ground before covering himself in water. Jack had been admiring it for a while, and was disgusted it was being treated so badly. So, he took it. He felt a little guilty afterwards, but when he discovered the freedom and comfortability of the clothing, his guilt was forgotten. Not soon after, he had learned it was called a hood shirt. He called it hood for short.

With a sigh, Jack stripped down to the bare essentials, making sure to take special care laying his old appearance out on the messy bed. The suit was tricky to get into. The leather kept sticking to his skin, and Jack ended up having to apply a thin layer of ice over his body so he could easily slip into it.

After finishing is struggle, Jack donned the heavy boots and fingerless gloves with little complication. The suit was surprisingly comfortable. Jack didn't even feel where the fabric settled against his neck! The only thing he didn't like was the colour. It was all black, and black had never been a colour Jack had been too fond of. Black was the colour of darkness, and darkness had always been Jack's weak point.

He had often raced to the other side of the world, keeping up with the sun. Shortly before he had been frozen though, Jack had stayed back a while to talk with the moon. Not that it ever talked back of course, but Jack had been desperate for answers. Lately he had been questioning himself, and everything he did. Would he ever get it right? What if he was never seen by anything. Was he destined to roam the earth as a ghost for the rest of his life? It had been dark days for Jack.

Clearing his thoughts, Jack decided he would talk to Fury about the colour when he got the chance.

Steve waited patiently in the living room for Jack to get ready. He could hear the poor kid struggling with the suit,and cringed internally, Not that he'd ever admit it, but his first time in the Captain America suit was achieved by hard work, sheer perseverance, and maybe a little help. It wasn't a fun day for Steve Rogers.

A few minutes after the struggling noises stopped, Jack shuffled out of the room. He was walking awkwardly in the boots, and seemed to be having trouble keeping his balance. Steve raised and eyebrow at the poor kid, silent asking for an explanation.

"I've never worn shoes before." Jack muttered, his face turning beet red as he sat down on the sofa and fiddled with the laces.

Steve cringed at the kid. His day hadn't started well and it only seemed to be getting worse.

"Do you need help?" Steve offered

Jack didn't say anything, but he nodded his head, his damp hair flopping to the side.

Steve knelt down and started untangling the laces of the SHIELD issued boots. Jack refused to look at Steve, his pale face flushed an embarrassed shade of red. Steve tried to break the silence by asking that if Jack had never worn shoes before, how did he know to put them on?

"I've watched people do it. It's how I learned to do a lot of things, by watching people." Steve nodded. He couldn't exactly relate to Jack, but he understood.

With one final pull, and a grimace from Jack, Steve finished tying Jack's laces on his boots, and stood up. Jack stood up, quickly, his face still red from the incident. Steve felt really bad for the kid, so he tried to say something that would Cher him up.

"I, uh, see you got you uniform on. I've never tried one of the SHIELD suits on, but I know that my Captain America suit was never easy. The first couple of time, I actually needed, ah, assistance. So don't feel bad about your shoes, if you want, I'll teach you how to tie the laces yourself."

Jack looked up and a timid smile came to his face. "Yeah, that'd be great, uh, thanks for... You know.."

Steve nodded and checked his watch. "Well, we're both ready, so let's go and get breakfast."

Jack and Steve walked out the the door. Well, Jack floated out. He still found it hard to walk with the boots on. Although he was embarrassed, he was grateful it was Steve that helped him out. The Winter boy cringed at the thought of having to ask Fury for help. He had no idea how that would go down.

So golden soldier and Winter spirit walked and floated down the winding hallways of the Helicarrier, idly chatting to each other. Jack was telling some stories of his adventures around the world, at Steve's request. Jack was still reluctant to tell Steve about his lonesome past, but enjoyed telling him of his travels.

Jack told him of how he had saved a lost child from a mountain cat, by freezing it solid in the middle of the forest. The little girl was terrified, and Jack watched over her until she found her way back to her distraught parents, who cried and hugged her through her wild rebelling of her story.

Another thing Jack told Steve was his newly discovered upcoming birthday. Steve was confused at first, but Jack explained that he had the year wrong when he made age his estimate, and that he woke up in the in the middle of Winter in 1712.

"How far into fall are we?

"Uh, it's October, so it's late. And if you, ah, woke up in the middle of Winter, that means you turn 300 on the 16th of December!" Steve answered.

Jack was awestruck. Once again, Steve had done something to help him, and didn't ask anything in return.

"I-I've never known the actual date of my birthday before. I just kinda stayed in Burgess for a few days and celebrated when it was the coldest day of Winter. Which isn't accurate, I know, but it's the only measurement of date I really had. I always somehow managed to keep track of the year, though. Th-Thank-you"

Steve looked shocked for a moment, but his face soon melted into a happy smile. "No problem Jack, I'm always here if you need help. Just ask, ok? Now let's get to breakfast so Fury doesn't bust our asses for being late."

Jack grinned. He had never had a real friend before, but he was sure glad he had someone as kind and as relatable as the soldier. The pair must've been getting close to the breakfast room, because they could hear the muffled noise of chatter and scraping chairs.

Soon Jack and Steve arrived at their destination, and walked through the doors. The once noisy and boisterous room went silent. There wasn't a word spoken, a chair scraped or a plate clanged as all heads turned to Jack Frost. He noticed that he was wearing the same uniform as everyone else. Jack stood pinned to the spot and unable to move. Most of the stares were curious, or wary, but Jack did see a few harsh, judgemental looks being thrown his way.

Steve spoke up. "There's nothing to see here, everybody, back to your meals!"

The angry volume of Steve's voice made Jack jump. Steve didn't seem like the kind of person to yell, and Jack,wasn't sure he would ever get used to it.

A majority of the people in the room whipped their heads back around, seeming to find great interest in the food on their plates. Some of the more daring ones let their stare linger, before deciding to stuff their faces once more.

Steve held his head high as he walked around the tables and over to the buffet. He stayed close to him, trying to draw as little attention as possible, though he could feel them staring again. He kept his head down, just wanting to get it over with and get out of there. At the buffet, Steve piled his place high with bacon, scrambled eggs, fruit and anything else he could get his hands on. Jack didn't really need to eat, so he grabbed a crisp green apple when Steve was done and followed him to an empty table.

They settled down in table at the very back of the room, and Steve eyebrows shot up closer to his hairline when he took notice of Jack's small portioned breakfast. "Jack, you'll need to eat properly if you want to make it through training." Steve suggested.

Jack gave Steve a deadpan look.

"The last time I ate a proper meal was 84 years ago, and I feel fine. As long as I'm in the cold, I'm comfortable and healthy."

The boy knew Steve didn't understand, it was written all over his. He didn't expect him too though. How could someone understand that Jack simply doesn't eat?

Steve looked as though he wanted to ask someone questions, but politely kept his calm, instead choosing to shovel his mouth with food.

All in all, breakfast went ok. Jack finished his apple , choosing refrain from throwing at it one of the agents who couldn't seem to stop staring. Jack waiting patiently for Steve to finish, entertaining himself by twirling his staff, icing the other half of the table, and refreezing the melting ice underneath his suit.

It was getting hot inside the suit, so Jack found himself having to freeze the ice every 10 minutes. It wasn't hard, and Jack was beginning to do it unconsciously. When Jack did it the first time, Steve asked what the noise was, and Jack told him that it helped him get into the suit and helped him keep cool. Steve scoffed at this, saying he wishes he had that kind thing to help him out.

When Steve had gotten up and packed his dishes away, the duo walked out of the lunchroom and through the halls once more. Once they were out, Jack took to the air again, relieved he didn't have to walk. "I thought there would be more agents than that in the lunchroom." Jack commented. "I'm sure I saw more people than than when I crawled through the vents."

Steve laughed outright. "That was only one lunchroom, Jack. All in all, there are 17 on the Helicarrier. I picked the one I knew would have the least amount of people in it. You're the talk of the ship, you know. Everyone wanted to see who else woke up in the ice."

Jack grinned Steve's careful thinking. How did he know that Jack didn't like the attention? It felt really good to have a friend that helped him out, even if it was somewhat indirectly.

"So, Jack, are you ready for your first day of training?"

"You mean ready to get my ass kicked? Yeah, bring it on." Jack said dryly. He really couldn't feel optimistic when he was going to be versing a master assassin on his first day in SHIELD training.

Steve frowned at Jack's lack of enthusiasm. When they chatted in the gym, Jack's eyes had lit up at the idea. Now, as he floated down the hallway, he just looking like he want to be somewhere else.

Fury was waiting for them at the door. "Gentlemen, I assume you had a good breakfast? How was your first night, Jack?"

"Fine and dandy, the morning wasn't very appealing though. Could you keep the fire-brigade out of my room next time, please?"

Fury smirked. "I have advised Clint to stay away from your chambers. Follow me."

The three of them walked through the doors, which just looked like a bigger version of Jack's door. Jack was impressed to say the least. The room was huge, and it made Jack wonder just how big the Helicarrier was. Looking up, Jack could see an agent situated in a glass box, high above them.

"Jack Frost. I'm not going to dilly-dally, so I'll tell it to you straight. We have never done this sort of thing before. This program that we will train you in, is experimental. It is designed for younger trainees, and you are our first to test it out. We guarantee that you are safe in here, although you will be put through life-like training situations in order to push your abilities and strengthen your fighting strategies. You will train with other agents along and are expected to only attack when you are sparring. If you decide to hold a grudge, because you got your ass kicked, there will be severe consequences. Do you understand what I have just said?"

Jack gulped, and slowly nodded. He didn't mind that it was experimental, as long he was able to learn how to defend himself. Jack had a feeling that his powers weren't going to cut it anymore. Steve had wandered off midway through Fury's speech, so Jack stood alone. Not that he minded, of course. He knew Steve had other things to do.

"Good. Frost, I would like you to meet agent Phil Coulson. He will be overseeing your training."

A tall man, seemingly stepped and of nowhere and walked forward to shake Jack's hand. "It's good to finally meet you, Jack Frost! We will have to talk later, I want to know some more details about you, if that's alright with you?"

Jack just nodded.

"Good. Now, before we can begin, Fury has informed me of your abilities. Would you mind showing me an example of each of them?"

"Uh, yeah, that shouldn't be a problem." Jack said nervously.

"Ok, fly." Phil demanded. Jack blinked, a little taken aback, but soon rose into the air. Coulson walked around Jack, observing him.

"What does that do?" Coulson asked, pointing at Jack's staff.

"It uh, helps me fly, make frost and snow, and blast ice."

"I see. What can you do without it?"

"I can still make frost and a light snow, and hover, but that's about it. I can't create blizzards or fly very far without it."

"May I see it?" Coulson asked.

Jack landed back on the ground and hesitated. He had only just met this man, and really didn't want him to put his hands all over his staff. Jack wasn't even sure if he could hand it over to Steve, no matter how much he like him.

"Jack," a deep voice sounded. "Just do it, and he'll give it straight back. Nothing will happen to it." Fury reassured.

Reluctantly, Jack handed it over. Coulson took it and handled it delicately, inspecting all the twists and lines of the wood, and the light dusting of frost along its length. He tapped it against his hand, and handed it back to Jack. Jack refrained from snatching it off of him.

"Thanks Jack, I can see your attached to it. I would be too if I had something that cool!" Jack smiled, this man was trying to be friendly, and Jack really appreciated it.

Ok, now show me how you use your Frost power,"

Jack tapped the curved end of the wooden staff down onto the floor, and let the frost patterns spread along the ground. He stopped when they began to climb over Coulson's shoe.

"That's amazing! Could you possibly show me something bigger?"

Jack thought for a moment, and swung his staff to the left. Huge shards of ice longer longer than Jack and thicker than Steve's forearm formed under his swing, the deadly sharp points facing towards the left wall of the training room. There were about six of them in total. Coulson's mouth seemed to be hanging from it's hinges before he quickly composed himself and nodded.

"That was much better, beautiful and deadly all at the same time.

"Now-"

"Why do I need to do this?" Jack cut in

"We want to see what you can do, so we can plan ways to incorporate your powers into your upcoming training.

Jack 'ahh'd' at this. That was actually a very good idea.

"Ok, then, what next?"

Coulson grinned. "Well, you said that you control the wind and ice. We've already seen the ice, so let's see the wind!"

Jack was confused. When he said he controlled the wind he meant he used it to fly. But, what if he could use it for other things as well? Jack had never tried it before, but Fury had said training was about testing his limits, so he supposed he'd try.

Jack called the wind to him, and he rose into the air. But he could sense something in the wind. It was eager to please. Gusts of wind started whipping around Jack, teasing his hair. Jack focused his mind, calling the wind to all sides of him, willing it to spin around and around. Jack opened his eyes when someone shouted his name.

He saw Coulson and Fury scrambling about, trying to hold on to something as the wind attempted to lift the, off of his feet. 'Ok, time to stop,' Jack thought. The wind slowed but it didn't stop. Jack panicked and yelled this time. "STOP!"

The wind slowed down to a gentle breeze. An annoyed fury and a flustered Coulson stared at him as Jack lowered himself to the ground. "I'm really sorry about that, I've never actually done it before."

Fury recovered first. "What do you mean, Frost?."

"I told you I control the wind, but I meant I used it to fly. But I, uh, tried something different this time. I've never even thought of physically controlling the wind to do something like that."

Fury sighed. "Continue on, Coulson."

Shakily, Coulson walked over to Jack. "Please don't do that while we're in the room, Mr. Frost."

Jack nodded.

"Good. Is there anything else you haven't showed us?"

Jack was about to shake his head, but he remembered something. What about that strange new thing he had done when he blew on the snow. Suddenly, Jack got the urge to want to try it out again.

"Yes! I do have something else, but I'll need a volunteer. I promise it won't hurt them or anything, I just can't show you without someone else."

Both of the men hesitated. They did not want to do it. Coulson reached for his radio and muttered something into it. A few moments later, Clint walked into the room. Jack couldn't help but grin. Oh, yes, this would be perfect.

"You called for me?" Clint asked

"Yes," Coulson said. "Jack here needs someone to, uh, assist him with something. You fit the bill."

The archer hesitated for a second, before he strolled over to Jack, eyeing the shards of ice. "What do you need, Jacky Boy?" Clint asked, a cocky tone to his voice.

Jack took a few steps back. Both Coulson and Fury exchanged a worried look when they noticed something form in Jack's hand. Fury had his hand on his gun. Jack brought the snowball to his lips, and blew. It turned a bright blue, and almost glowed in his palm. Without warning, Jack pelted the snowball right at Clint's awaiting face.

"What the hell?!" Clint shouted, before his facial expression changed.

He let out a small laugh, but appeared to be trying to hold it back. He laughed again, but this time, it was full and rich. Grinning at what he had done, Jack took to the air, and the archer began to take chase. Jack created little piles of snow around the room, and Clint happily started throwing snowballs at the fun loving spirit. Jack threw them back, thoroughly enjoying himself. Clint aim was dead on, and only missed when Jack spontaneously leaped to the side, laughing as he went,

Fury and Coulson watched on with wide eyes, as this kid turned one of their best assassins into a 6 year old kid. They watched as Hawkeyes jumped and threw snowballs, and chased Jack around the room. Clint seemed to wear himself out after a few minutes, and sat down. Jack had doubled over in laughter, tears leaking out of his eyes. He was on his back, howling at what he had just seen.

Fury heard Coulson stifling giggles. This was unbelievable. Just who was this kid? Whatever he had just done, both of the men were extremely glad they hadn't volunteered.

Clint seemed to recover from his playtime, and he must've remembered what happened, because he stormed out of the room, unable to say a word, or account for his actions.

After the incident, Coulson calmed down a hysterical Jack and sat him down to go over some basic training manoeuvres. They tried some of them together but Jack kept stumbling all over the place. He asked Coulson if he could take his boots off, and Coulson agreed, because Jack didn't look very comfortable in them.

It did wonders for Jack's speed and agility, Coulson had to work hard just to even touch the kid. He had been trained by SHIELD for years, and was one of their top agents. They day wore on, and it turns out that although Jack was good, it took him a while to learn certain things. His offensive attacks were something that needed practice. He was great at defending himself, t couldn't seem to lay a finger on Coulson.

"We're done for the day, come back *puff* tommorrow so we can *puff* improve your offensive attacks."

Coulson walked away, leaving Jack alone with Fury and a question he'd been dying to ask all day.

"Fury, can I go flying?"

"I was prepared for this. Here, place this around your wrist, and don't take it off." Fury instructed as he placed a silver cuff on Jack's wrist.

"What's this?" Jack questioned.

"It's a tracking device, so we can know where you are at all times."

Jack wanted to argue, but he had agreed to it, and it didn't really matter, it wasn't like he was trying to run away or anything. "Come with me, I'll show you where you can leave. You're lucky, the Helicarrier isn't actually flying at the moment, it is floating, to be precise."

Jack nodded. He remembered something about the Helicarrier also being used as a ship.

The two walked for sometime in silence, Jack still barefoot and much more comfortable.

They walked out onto an absolutely nothing huge deck, it was so big, in fact, that there were planes and other strange machined coming and going from it.

"I know that you don't need the sleep, so if you want to stay out, be back at sunrise tomorrow, at the latest."

Jack grinned at him before he took to the sky.

A/N Hey guys I know this is a bite later than usual but it is over 5000 words, so I hope that makes up for it. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, (I promised I will fix those mistakes) Please review, tell me where I've gone wrong, what I've done right, if you like the relationship between characters, what you want to see, make sure to tell me!