Chapter 8:
Next Saturday:
There he stood, at her front door, a bouquet of flowers, he was shaking in his shoes. Gulping deeply, pressing the doorbell with a shaking finger.
A feminine, "I'll get it!" was heard from the inside, and Natasha is the one to answer the door.
"Hey, babe. Glad you could make it.".
Bradley, gives a grin, but he was actually just trying to prevent himself from panicking. "Wouldn't miss it for the world.".
"Good." She said, and leads him inside. Where they both end in the living room, but there was no one there. "I'll be right back, babe, just gotta grabs some beers.".
When he was alone, he falls down into the couch, nervous. He has no idea what to expect. He was sure if things go bad, he'll be send off to Afghanistan or Iraq, worse case scenario, discharged. He was about to get up to see what was taking Natasha so long, until…
"So, it's you after all?".
Rooster jumps up, but the Admiral behind him, he had no idea who it was.
"Yes, it's me, and you are?".
"Vice Admiral John Trace, aka Firestorm." The Admiral holds his hand out.
Bradley, shocked at the knowledge, shakes the man's hand firmly, he heard of Firestorm, he was a legend, a fine fighter pilot in the Gulf War. "Shit, never in my life, did I think I will meet the Firestorm.".
"Yeah, you probably met my former wingman, Warlock, we still keep in touch.".
Firestorm then took one of the beers from his daughter, "Thanks sweetheart, so I am curious, how did you meet?".
"Well, it was a few years back in the academy, we were only classmates back then, he was top of the class." Nat places a hand over Brad's hand.
Brad smiles at her, "Hey, you weren't that bad either, you were only one point short from besting me.".
Firestorm watched the interaction between his daughter and her boyfriend. He still didn't understand why she would date a fellow pilot though.
"So, how long have you two been dating?".
"Three weeks now." Nat replies, sitting with folded legs.
Firestorm checked out Brad's body language, he could see he was intimidating him. He smiles for the first time since he sat down, getting up he asks, "Barbeque?". Both pilots look interested. "Why not." They said in unison.