Frost In Fire | S.Rogers

✪ CHAPTER THREE ✪

"We never learn, we been here before,
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?"
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Chapter 3: Old Memories.
Brooklyn walked next to Steve, looking up at him anxiously, her left wrist itching uncomfortably in the scratchy support brace she had been forced to put on.

Her wrist wasn't broken, just sprained, but it was bruised badly from being thrown onto the floor with her weight on it, and it hurt.

She had to have the splint on for a week before she could take it off, but Brooklyn was planning on taking it off in a day, probably to everyone's protest, as she was icing it every night while she slept, and the swelling had already decreased significantly.

It had been two days, and Steve was both shocked and confused at the speed of her recovery whenever he would check it, and Brooklyn knew he had questions that he wasn't asking.

He probably thought it was something to do with the blood. Brooklyn was perfectly happy with letting him think that, rather than telling him the truth.

Natasha had tried to convince her to tell him three weeks ago, but she had refused. Hadn't wanted to trigger anything in him, and definitely didn't want him to want nothing to do with her.

It was never the right time to bring her abilities up. So she didn't.

And here she was, subtly sticking a finger down her brace, for whenever Steve caught her doing so he would stop her, while walking to Fury's office, probably about to witness some sort of standoff.

Steve didn't even stop to knock as he barged in, his suit on, walking straight up to where Fury was sitting at his desk, bracing his cheek on a fist, while facing the window, having expected them.

"You just can't stop yourself from lying, can you?" Steve demanded, striding forwards. Brooklyn stuck to his side, glancing between the two nervously.

"I didn't lie," Fury deflected, sounding not the slightest bit bothered by Steve's radiating anger, "Agent Romanoff had a different mission than yours."

"Which you didn't feel obliged to share." Steve said, stopping right before his desk.

"I'm not obliged to do anything." Fury answered calmly, still not facing away from the window.

"Those hostages could have died, Nick." Brooklyn said softly, hiding her wrist behind her back.

"I sent the greatest soldier in history to make sure that didn't happen," Nick rebutted, finally spinning around in his chair, facing them, "And it didn't."

"And your Agents? You sent children into that situation, without even helmets." Steve argued back.

Brooklyn guessed the helmet issue had struck Steve deeper than she thought.

"With a dozen more trained adults," Fury argued back, not backing down, "And those children were trained by my top Agents, better than my top Agents-"

"Soldiers trust each other, that's what makes it an army," Steve countered, "Not a bunch of guys running around shooting guns, giving guns to minors."

"The last time I trusted someone," Fury said, standing up and leaning on the desk, intimidating both Brooklyn and Steve, "I lost an eye."

Steve breathed a bit faster, not intimidated in the slightest, but Brooklyn shifted on her feet, not liking them arguing. She understood Steve's concern, Natasha and Nathan had been put at a great risk, and then put her and Steve in a bigger risk by leaving him out of the plan.