Frost In Fire | S.Rogers

✪ CHAPTER SIX ✪

"Beat the hustle better get it right,
In a game where the strong survive."
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Chapter 6: Escaping Home.
Brooklyn walked silently alongside her Father, close enough to tell the other Agents they passed who she was with, and who she was not.

Steve had put on his suit, the vibranium Shield gleaming on his back.

"Why the suit?" Brooklyn asked casually as they walked to where they had been summoned.

"You can never know." Steve replied, his face calm and controlled as Agents whispered when they walked past.

Brooklyn wanted to tell him that she did know, that her home too was safe.

Turning the corner, she spotted Agent Sharon talking quietly with Alexander Pierce, the man who had asked to see them immediately after the death of Director Fury, the one wanting to question them both.

Sharon saw them as she turned to leave, nodding at both of them curtly.

"Captain, Brooklyn." She said in a formal tone, unable to look Steve in the eyes.

"Neighbour."

Steve did not look at her as he walked straight past her, and Brooklyn winced- winced- at the coldness of his tone. She had created icicles warmer than his tone, and she was glad she was not the one on the receiving end.

Brooklyn knew Sharon had only followed her orders, just as she had been doing when instructed to keep an eye on Steve, help him out where the others could not.

Steve it seemed did not care about what orders Sharon had been following.

Alexander Pierce took a short sip out of his mug before holding out his hand to Steve.

"Captain," He addressed Steve in a warm tone, "I'm Alexander Pierce."

Steve grasped it and shook it once.

"Sir, it's an honour." He replied as Pierce smiled at him, turning his attention to Brooklyn.

"I'm glad to finally meet you properly too Agent." He said to her, and Brooklyn nodded, giving him a small smile. He did not offer to shake her hand, and neither did she.

"The honour is all mine, Captain. My father served in the 101st. Come on in." He ushered them both in to his office, similar looking to Fury's.

Pierce walked over to his desk, picking up an old looking photo, the image grainy and brown, handing it to Steve. Brooklyn peered over his arm, blinking at the young image of Fury.

"That photo was taken five years after Nick and I met. When I was at State Department in Bogota, ELN rebels took the embassy, and security got me out, but the rebels took hostages. Nick was deputy chief for the SHIELD station there, and he comes to me with a plan. He wants to storm the building through the sewers. I said, 'No, we'll negotiate'."

Pierce chuckled humorously as he took his jacket off, placing it over the back of his chair, shaking his head as he retold deep memory. He picked up a couple brown files, walking around the table towards them, gesturing for them to take a seat at the long table in the middle of the room. Steve took off his Shield, placing it against the back of Brooklyn's chair before taking a seat besides her.

"Turned out the ELN didn't negotiate, so they put out a kill order. They stormed the basement, and what did they find? They find it empty. Nick had ignored my direct order and carried out an unauthorized military operation on foreign soil. He saved the lives of a dozen political officers, including my daughter," He glanced over at Brooklyn, giving Steve a knowing look, "I'm sure you can understand my appreciation."