Frost In Fire | S.Rogers

✪ CHAPTER TEN ✪

"Been wonderin' if your heart's still open
And if so, I wanna know what time it shuts."
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Chapter 10: Nice to know you.
"So..Brooklyn?" Steve asked as he walked briskly with her, making her quicken her pace. They would soon be racing down the hallways, past the many S.H.I.E.L.D training facilities, if they didn't stop soon.

"Yes Sir." Brooklyn answered formally out of instinct, puckering her lips afterwards in embarrassment. She knew this man was her biological Father, in the most twisted of ways, but he was still a stranger.

So what did that make her?

She knew this wasn't the universe's way of answering her most deepest wishes. She didn't need that sort of meddling, but she couldn't help the wonder. Was she a daughter now? Well, she supposed she always was a daughter of some form to someone out there, but was she a daughter in the way Lilly was to Tony? In the way Irena was to her kingdom?

She didn't think it mattered what she was to the rest of the world, unlike her Norse friend. She knew it would only matter to the ones she chose as her family.

Was Steve her family now? It seemed unfair to her to be forced upon him like this. She felt forced to b related to him.

She was cut from her straying thoughts when Steve lifted his had to rub at his brow, the movement catching her eye. He seemed a bit taken aback from the sudden formality, and Brooklyn wondered if she had deleted whatever miniscule progress she had made with him.

"How long have you been an...are you an Agent?" He asked after a moment.

"Yep, me and Nathan-who is Natasha's son-are the only Agent's you'll find here below the age of 25. Natasha saved me when I was four, and I've been here my whole life pretty much." Brooklyn explained, studying the floor as they walked.

It was probably rude of her to do so, and he probably expected better, but she felt too awkward to do otherwise.

"Saved?" He asked. She couldn't figure out the tone he used, nothing she was too familiar with.

"Yeah, my Father-" Her eyes darted towards the wall by his head, grimacing, "The one that was my... other biological Father, I mean, wasn't the nicest from what I've been told. I don't remember much apart from shouting and the heat.-"

Brooklyn choked slightly on the dryness of her mouth and throat, the realisation of what her words implied startling her.

Steve hesitantly patted her back firmly, only twice, his large hand managing to cover over the space between her shoulder blades perfectly, the faintest of pink on his ears.

'Other Father'.

"Heat?"

"Yep, according to Nat I was difficult even before she met me. Locked away in the desert, her favourite climate."

Steve made a noise deep within his chest, maybe a laugh, an agreement or an objection. Brooklyn supposed it was probably the latter.

Being stuck in ice for decades would surely put her off the cold, despite her powers.

Oh-

Brooklyn stopped for a moment in her tracks. Steve almost bumped into her, but stopped too, waiting, eyes on her. She wondered if he could hear her thoughts, as they were roaming through her mind loud enough that she could feel a slight headache.