Frost In Fire | S.Rogers

✪ CHAPTER NINE ✪

"I am a lonely hero,
trying to fight my battles,
Life likes to blow the cold wind,
sometimes it freezes my shadow."
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Chapter 9: A Free Mind.
Hidden under the arm of her Father, Brooklyn winced as Steve knocked, the noise throbbing inside her head, increasing the speed of the dancing elephants she felt now resided there.

Ever since she had regained consciousness, a headache had been present. A warning, of sorts, from her body to her mind, to not push her limits when it came to her ice.

However, her over-exertion had not been the only contributing factor to her headache. Her stomach felt light and heavy, as if it were hosting a swarm of bees.

Steve had not yet mentioned anything to her about his discovery. Granted, they had not had a chance while escaping HYDRA, but still, the thought of that conversation eventually happening only increased her nerves.

Natasha had her arm wrapped around her Son's shoulders, half keeping the tired Boy up, half resting on him, and Nathan's head dropped occasionally when his exhaustion started to become too hard to resist. Natasha rubbed her hand up and down his arm, pressing her nose on to the top of his head, not caring about the dusty red locks.

The door of the small, white-picket-fenced house opened up to reveal a teenaged Boy, his brown eyes widening at the state of the four of them.

"Um..." His unsure voice was deep, telling Brooklyn he was in his later teens, possibly around sixteen years old, "Can I help you?"

"Is Sam here?" Steve asked, and the Boy nodded slowly, his eyes still slightly widened. Steve gave him a small smile, "Can you get him please?"

"Uh...sure, one sec'," The Boy turned around, pointing to them with a thumb thrown over his shoulder, "Dad? Dad, door's for you!"

Steve's eyes widened at the news, and Brooklyn blinked. She studied the Boy, and scolded herself for not seeing it before. The Boy looked so much like Sam, apart from his nose and brow shapes. His dark skin was a slight shade lighter than Sam's, and unlike his Father, his hair was longer, making him look younger.

Sam suddenly appeared at the door, and upon seeing the state they were all in; dirt smudged on their faces and soil staining their clothes, he frowned.

"Hey Man," He spoke slowly, scanning them over, looking particularly wary of Natasha, "What's up?"

"We need a place to lay low," Steve breathed out, but his eyes turned pleading, "I'm sorry about this. I wouldn't have come if I knew."

Because Steve Rogers would never have risked hiding out at Sam's, if he knew Sam had a young Son. Even if it meant him and his own were in danger, he would never have wanted to put Sam in that situation.

"You think I'd turn you away? With your Kid?" Sam's face turned grave as he nodded at Brooklyn.

"Everyone we know is trying to kill us." Natasha interjected, her pale green eyes assessing Sam, no longer the friendly-flirty woman she was when they had first met, back before everything had been ruined.

"Not everyone." Sam nodded at Steve, who let out a silent breath at the decision. Sam stood sideways and reached out his hand to help as Steve passed Brooklyn and Nathan in first, then Natasha and himself.

"Connor, go get some of your spare clothes for these two," Sam told his Son, who nodded, giving Brooklyn and Nathan a once over before leaving. Sam turned to the children, smiling at them softly, "Hungry?"