Frost In Fire | S.Rogers

✪ CHAPTER ONE ✪

"Soldier keep on marching on,
Head down till the work is done."
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Chapter 1: A New Friend.
"So, how's things with New Pops?"

Brooklyn sighed, throwing Natasha Romanoff a dirty look over her shoulder as she watched the other cars pass by, her arms crossed over her chest with her head laid back against the headrest.

She brought a foot up across the dash, and crossed her other ankle over that one, stretching the sore muscles around her calves like a cat, yawning.

She always felt sleepier than usual after her early morning training sessions, and Nathan had been extra grumpy this morning, the thirteen year old boy taking out his frustration on his mission partner. Brooklyn had taken the brunt of his anger, to which half had been directed at her, the most at her friend.

So she had sided with his now named nemesis and her close friend, Lilly Stark, after she had caught him sleeping and used it as the opportunity to take embarrassing selfies with him. It wasn't that harmless, and he had over reacted, but Brooklyn knew better than to have told him that.

Upon finding out, Natasha had to intervene very quickly to prevent her Goddaughter's brutal murder, and had not-so-secretly asked Lilly to send her the pictures.

Nathan had heard and hadn't been any happier.

Brooklyn supposed it was one of those moments where Lilly should have been glad to have Tony as her Father, the Hero never let her out of his sight when visiting Brooklyn's training sites, but Brooklyn didn't have someone she could run to for protection against Nathan, who's temper matched his hair.

Well...She supposed she now did, but she hadn't. She could take care of herself when it came to Nathan.

"That bad, huh?" Natasha grimaced, though she smiled in the way an animated feline would. Brooklyn rolled her eyes, passing a hand over her eyes, muttering a small plea of help.

Natasha reached over to her small pager, one she kept for non-personal affairs, and sent a pre-written message. Brooklyn put two and two together, and almost facepalmed herself.

"He want's nothing to do with me. He's so nice Nat," Brooklyn tried not to sound like the nerdy fanatic she was about her War-Hero Father, which was no secret to even the War-Hero himself after Nathan had so disgustingly let loose on purpose about her secret interests, much to Brooklyn's mortification and Steve's shocked humour, "He's so incredibly nice it's infuriating."

Natasha looked at her almost as if she was grimacing or cringing, both of which Brooklyn was feeling.

"I don't want him to have to be so nice and polite, shouldn't he be himself? Isn't that the point of getting to know him?" Brooklyn huffed.

She sounded defeated, something that didn't sit well with Natasha. She felt pity for the confused and frankly vulnerable child that seemed to curl inwards in on herself.

"Brook, you know you don't have to get to know him? I don't care what bull Fury is hinting at, just because you're related to the guy doesn't mean he's family." Natasha said coolly, not taking her hands off the steering wheel as she side glanced at the girl sitting next to her.

Brooklyn knew. She knew that if there was one person who she could count on to understand her, it would be Natasha. If not for the similarities in their stories, for the simple choice of getting to pick your family.

"I know," Brooklyn mumbled, flicking a piece of cotton fluff off her t-shirt, "But Nat..."

She hesitated, unsure of how to say it. Natasha was silent, intrigued and probably wanting to know the sentence that followed, but she wouldn't force it out.