MARVEL: The Guardian chosen by the Moon

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The wind carried us at breakneck speed toward Washington D.C. as I glanced sideways at my strange companion. He floated lightly beside me, still silent, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"So… you got a name?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.

He turned his head slightly toward me before his voice echoed in my mind. *"Nightlight."*

I raised an eyebrow. "Nightlight, huh? A bit long and ceremonial, don't you think?"

He blinked, slightly perplexed, as if he didn't see where I was going with this.

I twirled my staff in my hand. "What if I called you… Pierrot?"

A slight tilt in his gaze told me he didn't get the reference. I smirked. "He's a character from a French tale. A lunar guy, silent, who watches the world with curiosity. You're like him."

He didn't respond right away, probably thinking about the name. Then, slowly, he nodded in acceptance. *"Pierrot."*

A satisfied smile spread across my lips. "That's simpler. Nice to meet you, Pierrot."

He didn't reply, but I got the feeling he was okay with it.

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We arrived in Washington D.C. in moments, carried by the icy winds. The city glowed under the streetlights, but an electric tension hung in the air.

It was there.

Below, in a street plunged into chaos, a wrecked car still smoked, its black frame torn open by a recent explosion. Police vehicles were already converging on the scene, but they weren't what interested me.

No.

It was him.

A man in a blue and red suit, his shield gleaming under the city lights, stood motionless, staring at the spot where a mysterious assassin had vanished into the shadows. He breathed heavily, his expression betraying deep confusion and concern.

Captain America himself.

And he had just seen something impossible.

Me.

I landed on a nearby lamppost, crouching slightly on my perch, watching the man below.

He stared at me, wary but intrigued. "…Alright. Guess it's one of those days."

I narrowed my eyes. "You can see me? Like, really?"

He nodded, still on guard. "I've noticed more and more adults can see you lately."

Pierrot, on the other hand, was just a flickering light to his eyes, like a firefly floating beside me. The irony made me smile.

"Huh. Interesting."

Captain lowered his shield and studied me more closely. "Who are you?"

I jumped off the lamppost, landing softly on the ground. "Jack Frost."

He remained impassive, as if the name meant nothing to him. Great, another skeptic.

I shrugged. "Spirit of Winter, Guardian of Fun, all that. But let's just say… a little voice warned me that a certain Nick Fury was in danger."

Captain America's expression darkened immediately.

"And this little voice, is it reliable?" he asked.

I glanced at Pierrot, who was watching me intently, before nodding. "Oh, absolutely."

He sighed, running a hand over his face, clearly still reeling from the events.

"You want to help?" he asked after a moment.

I raised an eyebrow. "I crossed a whole continent in less than an hour to be here. What do you think?"

He pressed his lips together, then nodded. "Alright, but stay discreet."

I winked at him. "Discretion's my middle name."

At that moment, sirens began to wail in the streets as emergency services and S.H.I.E.L.D. arrived on the scene. Captain America stashed his shield and gave a nod. "Come on. We need to see Fury."

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The hospital was steeped in heavy silence.

I floated discreetly in a corner of the room, watching Nick Fury lying on the operating table. Natasha Romanoff was there, her expression frozen in icy neutrality. Steve Rogers, meanwhile, observed the scene in silence, his blue eyes fixed on the lifeless body of the S.H.I.E.L.D. director.

I watched, frowning. Something was off.

Pierrot, beside me, nudged my shoulder and pointed to a detail I hadn't noticed: Maria Hill, speaking quietly to the doctors.

I narrowed my eyes.

Hmmm…

Then, the verdict came.

Dr. Fine officially declared Fury dead.

Silence.

I could almost feel the impact of those words on the people present.

Natasha looked away, clenching her fists. Steve, meanwhile, seemed to be wrestling with something inside, as if refusing to believe it. Maria Hill kept her cool expression, but her eyes hid something more complex.

I felt Pierrot tense beside me, as if sensing something I couldn't perceive.

Yeah. This wasn't over.

And I already knew it.

Because I'd seen this movie.

I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Damn, it was almost funny to be here knowing exactly how this would play out. I leaned on my staff, thinking.

*You know something…* Pierrot murmured in my mind.

I shrugged. Let's just say it's not the first time I've seen Fury "die."

Pierrot gave me a curious look, but I just flashed him an enigmatic smile.

Steve and Natasha left the hospital, speaking in hushed tones. Before following Captain America, I leaned toward Fury's "corpse" and whispered:

"Nice acting."

I thought I saw a slight movement under the sheet. Or maybe it was my imagination.

With an amused smile, I straightened up and caught up with Steve and Natasha.

"Hey, Cap."

He turned to me with a hint of annoyance. "What?"

I gave him a pointed look. "Don't you think there's something weird about this whole thing?"

He stared at me for a moment, then shook his head. "Everything's weird, Frost."

I shrugged. "Sure, but I mean the kind of weird where someone's putting on a show."

He looked at me for a long moment before sighing. "You have any idea what's going on?"

I glanced at Pierrot, who nodded slightly. He couldn't speak to Steve like he could to me, but he knew.

"Just a hunch."

Steve pressed his lips together, but he didn't have time to respond. His earpiece crackled suddenly, and a deep voice came through.

"Agent Rogers, you're needed at the Triskelion immediately."

He exhaled slowly before giving us one last look. "Don't do anything stupid."

I gave him a sly smile. "You don't know me well."

He rolled his eyes before walking away. Natasha followed, and soon they disappeared into the darkness.

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Pierrot and I hovered high above the Triskelion, that floating fortress in the heart of Washington. The lights of helicopters and S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft illuminated the banks of the Potomac, casting shifting shadows on the imposing structure.

I watched the scene below, my gaze sharp. Captain America had just entered, his posture tense, clearly on edge. He was about to meet Alexander Pierce, and I knew the conversation wouldn't be pleasant.

Pierrot remained silent beside me, but I could feel his gaze on me.

*"Are you going down?"* he whispered telepathically.

I narrowed my eyes, thinking. Not yet. I want to see how this plays out first.

Pierrot hesitated before nodding slightly. He was still as discreet as ever, but I could sense his impatience growing. He wanted to understand what we were doing here, why this world seemed on the brink of imploding under the weight of conspiracies and secrets.

I blew a light frosty wind, watching the Triskelion's doors close behind Captain.

"Alright… Let's go see this spy movie for real."

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**Inside the Triskelion**

Captain America walked through the halls of S.H.I.E.L.D., his footsteps echoing on the polished metal floor. He was focused, but I could see in his posture that he was asking himself dozens of questions.

We remained invisible, suspended from the ceiling in a light breeze. At this point, I preferred to stay in the shadows and observe. Pierrot floated just behind me, his eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

Below, Steve Rogers passed a woman he barely recognized before walking past her. Agent 13, Sharon Carter. She had apparently just come from Alexander Pierce's office.

*She's watching him,* Pierrot murmured in my mind.

I nodded. She's more than she's letting on. I've got a good feeling about her.

Finally, Captain entered a luxurious meeting room where a man with graying hair and a sharp gaze awaited him: Alexander Pierce.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched him. This guy reeked of hypocrisy.

He stood and approached Steve, a polite smile on his face.

"Captain Rogers, it's an honor. My father served with you during World War II. He admired you."

Steve nodded slightly, but he remained impassive.

"Your father must have been a good man."

Pierce smiled faintly, but his eyes gleamed with calculated intelligence. He didn't waste time on unnecessary flattery and got straight to the point.

"You were one of Nick Fury's closest friends. I'd like to understand why he died and who killed him."

Steve remained stoic, simply saying, "I don't know."

But Pierce wasn't the type to settle for that answer. He activated a screen behind him, showing footage of Georges Batroc being interrogated.

"Fury was responsible for the hijacking of the Lemurian Star." He let the statement hang for a moment before adding, "He was trying to cover up the sale of classified documents."

I smirked slightly at that. What a joke. This guy was good at twisting the truth.

Steve, however, didn't flinch.

Pierce continued, crossing his arms. "Fury and I were very close. He asked me to sit on the World Security Council. Because we shared the same vision… Sometimes, to build a better world, you have to tear down the old one."

I felt tension ripple through Captain America's gaze. Oh, he didn't like that. Not one bit.

"And what exactly do you plan to do?" Steve asked, his voice neutral.

Pierce stepped closer, his tone growing colder. "I won't let anyone stand in my way."

Steve didn't respond, but I saw his fists clench slightly.

Then, without another word, he turned and left the room.

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As soon as Steve stepped out of the office, I slid down from the ceiling, landing on a light pole below. Pierrot stayed in the shadows, hovering slightly behind me.

It only took Steve a few seconds to spot us. He looked up at me, one hand on his shield, ready for anything.

"Still here, Frost?"

I smiled, shrugging. "Looked like you needed an audience."

He sighed, clearly tired. "What did you see?"

I tilted my head, my expression serious. "He's lying to you."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I figured that much."

I hopped down from the pole and walked slowly toward him. "He's manipulating you. He wants you to believe Fury was a traitor."

Steve stared into space for a moment, then nodded. "That doesn't line up with what I know about Fury."

I smiled. "Good instincts, Cap."

He looked at me carefully. "And you, why are you here, exactly?"

I thumbed toward Pierrot. "Let's just say a little firefly tipped me off that things were about to go very wrong."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "It talks…?"

I smirked. "Not out loud, no. But in his head, trust me, he's a chatterbox."

Steve seemed to weigh my words, then shrugged. "Alright. But now we have a problem."

I crossed my arms. "I'm listening."

He looked around before murmuring, "Someone's been tracking Fury. And now that he's 'dead,' I'm sure they'll be watching me."

I glanced at Pierrot. He nodded slowly, confirming my suspicions.

*"We're being watched."*

I rolled my eyes. Great.

Steve took a deep breath. "I need to go back to the hospital. I left… something important there."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Like what?"

He hesitated. "A USB drive."

I whistled softly. "Yeah, that sounds important."

He turned to me. "Can you help?"

I smiled. "Sure. With me, everything slides like ice."

He shook his head slightly, amused despite himself. "Alright. Let's move."

I turned to Pierrot. "You ready, chatterbox?"

Pierrot nodded, his eyes glowing faintly under the city lights.

And I watched Captain America step into the elevator with excitement, eager to see some serious butt-kicking with my own eyes.