Frost In Fire | S.Rogers

✪ CHAPTER EIGHT ✪

"All my troubles on a burning pile,
All lit up and I start to smile,
If I catch fire then I'll change my aim."
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Chapter 8: The Reveal.
"This place feels..." Brooklyn trailed off, grimacing as her booted foot crunched on something she hoped was a twig and not some sort of supernatural creature out to get her.

"Creepy?" Steve offered from where he was observing his old facility, making Brooklyn grimace.

"No, no...just..." She trailed off as the crickets grew louder before sighing, turning to Steve with apologetic eyes, "Yeah, it's really, creepy, I'm so sorry."

Steve shook his head at her, not offended in the slightest, and Natasha walked past them, holding the GPS high in the air. The artificial blue light shone out, their only source in the darkness of the night.

"Changed much?" Natasha asked Steve, climbing on top of a paved ledge, trying to get better, more accurate signal. Nathan jumped up effortlessly, tilting backwards precariously once before straightening, grinning at his Mother. Natasha raised an eyebrow at him, pursing her lips to cover up the small proud smile she felt.

Tearing her eyes away from the two, Brooklyn walked over to Steve who had been staring at a tall, rusty metal pole, his face unguarded, deep in memory.

"What was that?" She asked, peering up at the pole that had transfixed him. Steve cleared his throat, moving his gaze to the running track just under it, a soft smile on his face.

"We used to train here," He spoke quietly to her, tilting his head towards the worn out dirt path, "Sergeant Duffy used to make us run until we passed out. I was usually the first."

Steve chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the floor, before he crouched so that he was closer to her height, pointing at the top of the pole casually, his Shield gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"You see the two pins at the very top of that pole?" He asked, and Brooklyn squinted, unable to see the, from the dark. Steve gently tilted her head with two fingers, positioning it at the right angle until the light made them shine. Brooklyn's lips formed a circle as she nodded, and Steve continued, "There was a flag tied to it, one that had never been taken off. Sergeant told us if we could get it down, we wouldn't need to run. Wanna know what I did?"

"You unlatched the pole," Brooklyn whispered, Steve's head tilting in surprise, "And got the flag."

She gave Steve a small, embarrassed smile, her cheeks heating at the confusion on his face.

"I read about it in one of my books." She admitted, feeling super lame, but Steve laughed softly, straightening. Hesitating slightly, he brought his hand down on to the top of her head, rubbing it fondly.

"This is a dead end," Natasha interrupted, clicking her GPS shut, annoyed, "Zero heat signature, zero waves, not even radio."

"Whoever wrote the file must have used a routed to throw people off." Nathan concluded for her, crossing his arms over his chest at Natasha's grim nod.

"Why here though? It's too specific to be a coincidence," Brooklyn mused, before she noticed Steve turn towards an old building, walking towards it, "What is it?"

Steve began walking briskly towards the odd building, and Natasha shared a look with Brooklyn before they rushed to catch up, following Steve towards a barrack of sorts, hidden down towards the ground.

"Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks," Steve explained, expecting the others to understand. Seeing their still-confused expressions, he pointed at the doors, "This building is in the wrong place."