"There is no true definition of heroism, only a widely agreed upon set of morals in which everyone deems appropriate. But let me tell you, when ice and snow raged, amongst the eye of the storm I saw a true hero... and a friend."

Stephen Grant Rogers, excerpt from "A Burden to Bear".

Jack's mind was racing. How could Steve still be alive? Was he like him? Yes, that must be it! Jack frowned. No, he knew all of the immortal spirits around and Steve certainly wasn't one of them. Unless he was the embodiment of crashing jets. Jack grimaced at the thought.

Despite the hustle and bustle of people that he could see through the glass of the various rooms he and Fury passed by, it was strangely silent. In fact, the only thing that Jack could hear was the pronounced clicking of Fury's boots as they echoed throughout the wide hallway.

He walked beside Fury as they passed a few agents that were loitering in the corridor, almost every single one of them stared bug-eyed in Jack's direction. Though they were still a fair distance away, Jack could hear them quite well. Fury hadn't seemed to notice, well either that or he simply didn't care enough to pay attention.

"I can't believe it." He heard one of them whisper.

"They say he was found in the ice next to Captain America!" another murmured.

So now he had a whole Hellicarier full of people who could see him? Jack's head was already spinning about the fact that the first person had seen him 70 years ago, and it felt like yesterday…

"Hey, um.. Fury..." Jack muttered.

Fury's pace didn't slow with his reply. "Yes, Mr. Frost?"

"What's a Helicarrier and why is everyone on it staring at me, and why can they see me?"

Fury sighed, and his pace slowed to a leisurely walk. Jack matched his steps.

"The Helicarrier is an aircraft carrier specifically designed to be capable of independent powered flight in addition to the standard functions of aircraft carriers, it is the world headquarters and signature capital vessel of our agency. It is where a vast majority of our agents work and reside. It can also be used a ship of some sort"

Fury paused. He seemed to be thinking through his next words. "There has been a rumour going around for some time now that a strange being with white hair who can fly had been found frozen in the ice next to.. Steve. I suppose they saw you and concluded that you fit the bill."

Jack nodded to himself. He supposed that was a possibility.

He was ushered out of his thoughts when he heard a voice from the same group of agents speak up.

"What are you idiots on about?" Another, a tanned skinned girl with dark auburn hair tied back into a tight knot behind her head demanded, much louder than the others.

Jack heard Fury sigh beside him as they came to a halt a few feet shy of the agents. All three of them stood to attention, hands behind their backs and heads held high, awaiting command.

Jack quirked an eyebrow at Fury.

"So this guy is the big boss around here, I guess I'm not surprised." Jack thought to himself.

"Agents." Fury addressed them.

"I'd like you all to meet Jack Frost. He will be with us aboard the Hellicarrier for some time to come."

Jack saw that they were all stiff as a board, and even a little… scared? Jack couldn't help but feeling a little guilty. He was the embodiment of fun and good times! The spirit of Winter! He couldn't have people being afraid of him!

Jack gave them all an easy smile and stuck out his hand. The first agent, a man with sandy brown hair and youthful eyes grabbed it hesitantly and shook it. Both the man and Jack himself gasped and withdrew their hands as quickly as they joined them.

"You're so cold!" The man said in horror.

"You're so warm!" Jack yelped, matching the man's expression. Jeez, he knew people were warmer than him, but that was just crazy!

Both the man and Jack looked at each other for a few moment before breaking into a light laughter. Jack grinned and moved on to shake the next man's hand, bracing himself for the warmth this time.

The man took his icy grasp and shook it firmly, a light smile on his lips.

Jack moved on to shake the next agent's hand, but not before she almost walked right through him and took a step towards Fury.

"Uh, Sir? I don't exactly understand what's going on."

Fury sighed.

"Agent Kirkwood. If you could please take out you're S.H.I.E.L.D. remote."

The agent did as she was told.

"Now please activate the energy detection function and point it towards my left."

Swallowing, the agent did as she was told once more.

The device began to beep and whir frantically, causing the agent's eyes to widen comically. She muttered and fiddled with it again.

"Huh, so that's how Fury saw me the first time." Jack thought to himself.

"Agents," Fury said, "if you'd explain to Agent Kirkwood what is 'going on', that would be much appreciated. As you were."

Fury resumed his brisk walk and Jack followed happily behind him. Those other two agents had seen him, and touched his hand! He could touch people!

After they had walked a fair distance down the hallway, Jack heard a loud, feminine gasp from behind them. The sceptical agent from before was pointing at Jack and babbling nonsense.

Jack simply smiled and waved at her, causing her to nearly faint.

Turning to Fury once more, Jack spoke.

"You know, I always expected that when people were finally able to see me, they would jump around and frolic in glee and wonder, maybe name a holiday or two after me, you know, the works. This is all so… strange."

Fury flicked his eyes to Jack warily and for what felt like the millionth time that day, he sighed.

"You know kid, when you were laying there, I called in my top scientists and medical examiners in to take a look at you. They were to observe your condition, take notes, things like that. They thought I was joking! There was nothing there, they said! Well, I thought you had escaped and dropped everything to come see what the hell was going on. When I saw you lyin' in there the exact same way I'd left you, well, I almost whooped their asses. But, kid, they actually couldn't see you. So I had to convince grown men and women to believe that there was, in fact, a lil' white-haired kid layin' in there dozing peacefully. It took a bit, but eventually they saw you. What I really want to know, is why they didn't see you as soon as they walked in."

Jack just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really know. I thought I was a ghost until a few years before I crashed into the ice."

Fury watched the boy with wary eyes, wondering what the hell to do. As far as he knew, Jack Frost was an enhanced human created by Hydra. It would certainly make a lot more sense than his original backstory.

But the kid looked so bewildered under those ice blue eyes; he kept looking around at everything with a mix of curiosity and fear. It was throwing the S.H.I.E.L.D. director off.

Fury composed himself as they stopped at a door like every other door they had passed, except for the fact that this door had a small star at the very top right hand corner. He smiled ever so slightly. It was Coulson's idea, of course.

"I would like to discuss this later, Frost, if you are willing. But for the moment, we have arrived at our destination. This is Steve's apartment. I will leave you two to… catch up. Simply knock on the door three times, Steve will be expecting you."

And with that, S.H.I.E.L.D. director turned on his heel and walked away, leaving a nervous Winter Spirit standing there in the hallway, debating whether or not he should knock on the door. Is he really ready to meet the first person who ever saw him?

With a shaky confidence, Jack straightened and knocked on the door, three times as Fury had directed. The door whooshed open, making the spirit jump, as he was not used to the alien technology.

The hallway had been so quiet and the sudden noise had startled him, as well, which didn't help. It startled Jack so much, in fact, that he found himself high up, facing the door and sticking spider-like onto where the ceiling met the wall.

The frost spirit nervously laughed at himself. He really needed to chill out. He was Jack Frost for god's sake!

Jack sheepishly floated down from the ceiling and walked across the hall, through the doorway and into a room.

Looking around, Jack noticed that the room wasn't as lavishly decorated as he had somehow thought it up to be.

The curious spirit noticed comfortable looking beige sofas facing towards a strange flat device with pictures flashing across its surface.

He saw a small kitchen and two doorways that lead to other rooms.

But the most noticeable thing Jack saw was a clearly frustrated man, who must be Steve, banging on a thin black device about as long as his hand.

"Stupid remote." Jack heard him mutter.

He didn't seem to notice that Jack was standing there.

Fury said he was expecting him, but now he wasn't so sure. Jack shuffled on his feet nervously, tapped his staff on the ground and cleared his throat.

For a big man, Steve could get to his feet pretty damn quickly. He took on a defensive stance, legs slightly bent and eyes narrowed, staring in the direction of the intruder.

To Jack's amusement, he also pointed the 'remote' in his direction as well.

Steve's face changed as soon as he recognised that it was Jack, from confused to eager, to sheepish.

"Oh, hey there! You must be Jack Frost." He scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground. "I, ah, sorry about that. I'm not used to visitors yet."

Steve straightened, and composed himself. After a brief second of hesitation, he walked forward and offered his hand. "I'm Steve Rogers, but you might've heard them call me Captain America, Cap for short."

Nervously, as well as preparing for the onslaught of warmth, Jack took it and the two made awkward eye contact.

Jack decided to speak first. "So, you look pretty good for 90 years old. Besides the clothes and everything you look exactly the same as when I first saw you. Do you mind me being totally upfront and asking you, how'd you stay alive in the ice with me?"

Jack knew it was rude, but he just couldn't help himself. He had a million questions, but this was the one that had been burning through his mind all day, niggling at his sanity.

"Likewise Jack!" Steve laughed, responding to Jack's prior observation.

"I'm a super soldier, genetically enhanced to be stronger, faster smarter and better. At least that's what they told me. All it ever got me was washboard abs and a frozen ass."

Jack grinned. He liked Steve already, the guy seemed to be the easy kind of person that everybody seemed to adore. He reminded him of Sandy, but you know, bigger and more talkative.

The guy was relatable, and anyone who could relate to an immortal kid with ice powers and severe amnesia, of all people, was a person worth getting to know.

Steve stood awkwardly, and he looked at Jack like he was dying to ask him something.

Jack grinned at him, sensing his discomfort, and said, "You probably have some questions for me, so ask away."

Steve looked relieved, and Jack's grin widened. "Why did you crash through my ship? How did you get up there? How did you survive? I heard you woke up as soon as you were out of the ice! It took me weeks to wake up! Well, I mean you woke up after me, but that's probably because you hit your head real hard. I don't blame you. I mean, as soon as the ice was off you, you were up and about! How did you do that!"

Jack's grin turned into a smirk, this would be fun to explain. Steve seemed confident in himself at the moment, but he was sure the big guy would falter a bit when he tells him all about Jack Frost.

"Well Steve, I was flying around the arctic, minding my own business, I was even trying to be productive and planned on expanding the ice flats, but that horrid jet of yours hit me head on and I crashed through your windscreen."

Jacks smirk faltered. His voice went quiet. He didn't really want to continue, but he felt like he owed the guy an explanation, so he went on.

"We crashed. There was water everywhere, and I panicked. It's… It's my fault you were frozen. I panicked and froze all the water around us. But… I couldn't unfreeze us, and I blacked out. I woke up as soon someone broke the ice, as you know. Oh, and I'm also the embodiment of winter and all things cold and I'm pretty sure I'm kind of semi-immortal, so being frozen for that long really didn't matter too much."

Steve was obviously nothing like Fury. His mouth hung agape, his expression showed pure disbelief.

He ran his hands through his hair, obviously trying to process as much as he could. Steve walked over and sat down on the sofa.

He shook his head, straightening out his thoughts. "H-how. I d-don't..."

'Alright', Jack thought. 'Time to set him straight'. He sat down next to Steve and cringed when he leaned away from Jack a little. "Steve, I can control the wind and snow, ice and frost. That's probably the reason I didn't freeze to death or anything. It was actually kinda cozy in there."

"No way! How is it that I've never heard of you before? Wouldn't I have seen you in the papers or something?"

Jack's eyebrows rose. "Would you believe me if I told you, that you were the first one to see me?"

The soldiers eyebrow's furrowed. "What do you mean? How?"

"Well, I've kind of flown around doing my own thing for a while now. A little over two hundred years before the crash, in fact." Jack's shoulder's sagged as he went on.

"Nobody's really seen me, believe me, I've tried everything, but whether I'm sitting on their shoulders or tapping them of the nose, they don't take notice. They might sneeze, though." Jack frowned.

Steve took a minute to process this. "Ca-Can I see?" He stuttered, obviously referring to his powers Jack had previously mentioned. Jack grinned.

He was more than happy to show him what he could do! The boy thought for a moment, tapping his staff against his hands, and his grin broadened.

A classic was always the best way to go. Standing up, Jack Frost lightly touched the tip of his decorated staff onto the sofa cushion. As expected, frosted spirals grew from where the twisted wooden staff made contact.

Jack thought it wasn't possible, but Steve's eyes got bigger.

"So that's what it does" Jack heard him mutter. At that moment, the frost spirit felt so proud of himself. He had seen people gape in wonder of what he and created. But they never saw him. Never acknowledged that is was him that had done it.

Jack was always sitting there waiting, hoping, praying that they would turn their head and notice a white-haired boy in the tree, but they never did.

But now, now he had someone who saw him! Saw that he had created these beautiful patterns. He watched proudly as Steve lightly traced his finger over the frosted patterns. Hell, he had a whole ship of people that could see him!

And for a brief moment, Jack was so happy; he could've bounced off of the walls a couple of times. But, being the incarnation of Winter, he kept his cool.

While Steve was occupied with cushion Jack Frost rose into the air, and crouched on top the strange flat device he'd noticed earlier.

It was still playing various flashing pictures over and over again. Jack bent his head down to look at it. "What's this?" he asked.

Steve jumped, shattering the frost on the cushion. He looked at the shattered mess wide eyed, and looked really guilty. 'Ah, I'm really sorry about that."

"Don't be." Jack said

He shrugged and gave Jack a quizzical look. "How are you doing that?" Steve asked with a cautious astonishment, as if he had already started to expect the unexpected..

Jack grinned, flying off the device and onto the floor. "I use the wind for steadiness. It what helps me fly, it also helps me balance. I could balance on Fury's head if I was game enough."

Steve chuckled at this, and walked over to Jack. The two stood there for a second, before Jack said something that had been on his mind. "Hey, um Steve... I uh, I just wanted to say, I….-I'm really sorry for what happened. You know with the ice... I didn't mean to freeze you or anything.. I was just so scared and -"

"Jack, you don't have to explain anything to me. Actually, you saved my life. If it wasn't for you I would've drowned or slowly froze to death. The ice froze both of us instantly, so we both survived."

Jack didn't know what to say. Did Steve just thank him for freezing him in the ice for almost 70 years? Him, Jack Frost, actually saved someone's life?

Jack had tried to save people before, when that huge boat sank, and all of those people were screaming. He had tried pulling them up to safety but to his horror, his arm went right through them.

All Jack ever ended up doing was making the water colder. He didn't sleep for almost a year after that night.

Jack had sat with lost mountain hikers on cold nights and watched them slowly freeze to death right before his eyes, and all he could do was make imprints in the snow in the morning so rescuers could find their bodies.

But Jack had saved someone this one time. He had done something right.

A voice echoed through the room and they both jumped. Jack hadn't heard what it had said but Steve's face faltered.

He extended his hand towards the strange boy once more and Jack took it confidently, but still wary of the voice that came from the strange device in the corner of the room.

"It's was good to finally meet you, Jack. You saved my life, and for that, I will always be grateful to you. And, well, it looks like you're the first friend I've made since I've woken up."

Jack's face split into a delighted grin. He had never had a friend before. Well, a friend that wasn't the wind. "Same here, Steve!" Jack replied. Steve's face turned serious. "Directory Fury is expecting you; he will be waiting at the door."

"It really was good to meet you Steve! I'll um, see you later. Bye!"

Jack treaded through the living room and out the strange door, listening to Steve struggling with the long black thing again, and almost ran straight into Fury.

"Jack Frost. How was your chat with Rogers?" He asked. Jack was confused for a second, before he remembered that Rogers was Steve's last name.

'It was actually pretty good. Steve's a relatable guy."

"Do you remember our conversation from earlier?" He asked.

Jack nodded his head.

"Good. I would like to ask you a few questions then."

"Fire away."

So, a bit more about Jack and a little Steve in there for ya ;). Thank you to all who reviewed, every single ones makes my day better and my chapters longer! Please keep reviewing and letting me know what you think!"