Frost In Fire | S.Rogers

✪ CHAPTER NINE ✪

"You must think that I'm new to this,
But I have seen this all before."
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Chapter 9: All over again.
"I'm thinking it's time that I start a 'Didn't-Know-I-Was-a-Dad-but-now-I-have-a-Full-Grown-Child' Club," Natasha drawled, still smiling in the way a cat does towards a mouse hanging within it's claws, "But I wouldn't want to Jinx it."

Clint snickered slightly, and Brooklyn turned pleading eyes towards him, asking for help as Steve stiffened like he had been pinched, but the man just shook his head, propping his feet up along another chair he swivelled towards him, stretching out like he was on a sunchair at the beach.

"Don't expect me to join anytime soon." Clint remarked, and Brooklyn bit her tongue from countering with a response that would have him hurtling towards Natasha's Club at lightning speed.

Clint shot her a glance, small and fast to others, but she saw the order through them. She stuck her tongue out at him, she was not planning on saying anything anyways, but the Agent shrugged, rocking the chair dangerously on it's back two wheels.

Fair enough. Not from lack of trust, but more of a pre-warning, just in case.

"Did you know about this Natasha?" Steve asked, clipping his Shield down from his back and resting it against a chair before walking over to sit in the chair next to it, rubbing at his neck as he squinted slightly.

Headache? Stress, stress and...something else.

"We've known for a little while." Natasha said slowly, her eyes twitching at the corners, the only signs of wince she'd show in front of strangers. Brooklyn gathered that she had known for a much, much bigger while than she was letting on.

Brooklyn walked around towards Nathan, the slightly bored Boy staring uninterestedly at the papers that had been set in front of him, looking more like he wanted to inspect the Shield of all things.

She plopped next to him, swatting his hand away from where it reached towards that dangerous handle resting under her seat that would cause said seat to plummet down in height, something he would always pull in meetings and serious conferences, embarrassing her thoroughly.

She'd usually retaliate when he'd least expect it, a face full of pen markings all over when he was in his unusually deep sleeps, makeshift monocles and moustaches to make up for his lack of one.

"How long is 'a little while'?"  Steve frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. His suit-because he was wearing his suit instead of normal attire, the decision concluded to his nerves and also his hyper awareness by Brooklyn's observations- stretched over his muscles, and Brooklyn wondered how it didn't rip.

It made sense that he was built up and muscular, out of her own interest Brooklyn had read about the serum and how it had changed her-father?- from someone who looked not much bigger than Nathan, to someone taller than Clint.

She hadn't expected how small she would feel next to him.

"Why not mention that I have a daughter two years ago? Why wait till now and not when I first woke up?" Steve asked a cold look on his face as he directed the question to Natasha and Clint.

"As much as she acts like it, Natasha isn't actually the boss 'round here," Clint answered, ignoring Natasha's smile towards him that promised violence, "We had our orders that it was confidential and-frankly- none of our business." He finished, swinging his legs down from the other seat, leaning his elbows over the glass conference table.