Frost In Fire | S.Rogers

✪ CHAPTER FIVE ✪

"Give up, we needed the company,
Let's drink to your health."
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Chapter 5: The Secret.
Brooklyn pressed her palms over two of the bullet wounds she could see, but there were more holes where blood was leaking out of than she had hands to block.

An arm nudged her quickly but gently out of the way, and she watched as Fury began sliding across the floor, to behind the wall she had been peering cautiously around mere minutes ago.

A few hours ago, she had been visiting the Smithsonian. She had been peering around an almost convention-looking floor full of artefacts and vintage footage of the second world war, and she had been touring the attraction with the super soldier himself.

An hour or two ago, she had been meeting another person from his past, her namesake. She had been meeting and conversing with the woman whose legacy she was expected to carry on, in terms of both what she had done for her home, and what she meant to the man she had loved but lost.

She had visited and met a man who helped those who had lost too, and had made a new friend.

And now, in the living room of the small apartment that she loved to sprawl across the carpet and read a book on, the apartment she considered perfect for tiny family that resided in it, had holes through the walls.

The carpet she loved to read on had dark red blood seeping through the fuzzy fibres, the same ones she would rest her cheek on and fall asleep when the words of the book she would read merged into one.

The windows she'd gaze out of and watch the cars beep with angry New Yorkers were all shattered, and glass had rained down like leaves during Autumn.

Snapping herself out of it as Fury groaned, Brooklyn crept along after him as Steve dragged Fury quickly to the kitchen, away from the shattered windows, careful not to step in the bloody trail he left behind.

Tucking some loose strands of her hair behind her ears, she continued to hold over the quicker bleeding holes that were spread out across her Boss' chest, a small shout exiting Fury's mouth at the contact.

Steve tried to let go of the arm he had been dragging Fury across with, but the pained man held on, his grip strong for his weakened state.

Steve's breathing was heavy as his gaze snapped back down to Fury, and the Director let go, only to uncurl his fingers around the USB drive he had been holding on to, passing it to Steve.

"Don't..." Fury choked on the small dribbled of blood that leaked out the corners of his mouth, Brooklyn's hands shaking from where she still desperately tried to stop him from bleeding.

"Don't trust...anyone..." Fury panted out, his arm dropping onto the hard floor with a painful thud, as Steve gazed at the USB device in his hand, his eyes flashing from Fury to Brooklyn to his hand.

"Steve-" Brooklyn breathed out, but Steve's head snapped towards the door where dull thuds were becoming louder and louder, before a lasting crash reverberated off the shelves and the bullet-lodged walls, the door having been kicked down.

Brooklyn tensed and immediately Steve hoisted his shield closer to him, peering out silently from behind the kitchen wall, but she relaxed when the familiar feminine voice sounded out.

"Captain Rogers?" Came Agent Sharon's cautious voice, and Steve's eyebrows furrowed when he spotted her, still in her nurse uniform, her gun pointed at any potential threats.

"Captain," She stated calmly as she walked in, still on alert, "I'm Agent Thirteen, S.H.I.E.L.D's Special Service." Sharon continued to walk in as Steve took a step out from the wall he was hiding behind.