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Nine.

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(𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑)
CHAPTER EIGHT----

"Marylin is there, in the Red Room."

Rosalie hadn't heard that name in so long, that she wasn't sure if she heard it properly, "What?...How do you...what?" the brunette was frozen in place, her mind and heart racing. Natasha looked between the two of them confused, "Anyone want to tell me what just happened?"

"Marylin is Rosalie's daughter." Melina stated as though it was obvious, and Natasha looked over to Rosalie, eyes wide, "What now?" the brunette's eyes dropped to the floor, she couldn't believe this.

Rosalie had an endearing look in her eyes, her baby's small hand wrapped around her thumb, "Rosalie," a nurse spoke entering the room, and the brunette hummed trying to memorize every detail of her baby's face, "Your brother is here, should I send him in?" the Barton girl nodded, absent-mindedly. 

"Hey, Little Rose," he spoke softly, "Hi," she replied, with a watery smile, "How are you feeling?" he took a seat in the chair pulling it up towards her bed, "Like I don't want to give her away..." Clint frowned, "You don't have to Rosie, this is your decision."

"I know....it's just she is the only good that's come out of that..." she shrugged, "Thing."

A couple of tears slipped down her face, "I can't Clint," she exhaled, "I know." he spoke, "Marylin deserves better than me." she whispered, "Marylin is a pretty name," Clint said looking down at the baby, "It fits her."

Rosalie nodded, "Fury's going to be here any minute, are you sure you're ready for this?" Clint asked carefully, "Absolutely not, but the longer I hold her the more attached I'll become." Rosalie whispered. 

"Rosalie, there's someone else here to see you," the nurse alerted entering the room, and the brunette told her to send him in, and Fury entered the room, "You're here to take my baby away Fury?"  she spoke jokingly, "That's the plan isn't it?"

"You promise she's going to be safe?" the teenager asked, and the man nodded, "The Parkers are very good people, she'll be safe with them." Fury reassured, and Rosalie bite the inside of her cheek, trying to prevent the tears from spilling over.

PRESENT-DAY

"No, that can't be right...she, she lives with Mary and Richard Parker and their son, Peter, in Queens, New York." Rosalie shook her head, "She did yes until she was six years old." Melina stated, "This doesn't make any sense, I was promised she would be safe."

"Shit...This is all my fault, Marylin ended up- and Peter he lost his parents- Oh my god," she placed her hands on her head. What happened?" she breathed, "I have to assume that Dreykov had Mary and Richard killed," Melina stated, "Shit...This is all my fault, Marylin ended up- and Peter he lost his parents- Oh my god," she placed her hands on her head.

"Ro..." Natasha tried finally speaking up, "Uh...No, I need a minute." she shook her head, walking away, she disappeared back into one of the rooms. "I'm gonna-" Natasha started, "Quickly. We need a plan." Melina interrupted.

Natasha used to think she knew everything about Rosalie, but now she seemed to be feeling more and more like a stranger. It's not that she blamed Rosie for not telling her, it was just a combination of things.

"Ro...Can I come in? Please?" she asked softly knocking on the door, she didn't get a clear response from the other girl, but she entered anyway, Rosalie had her back pressed against the wall, knees tucked up under her chin, "I'm sorry," she signed, it was a habit that she fell into, when untrusting of her own voice. "You don't have to apologize," 

"This really is all my fault though," Rosalie exhaled sharply, she cleared her throat and began speaking before Natasha had a chance to reply, "I um, I met him when I was 14, Clint had just started working for SHIELD only months prior since it was still the summertime, I had a lot of time on my hands during the day. One day I was sitting in a small cafe when a guy started talking to me, he struck up a friendship with me, and since I was lonely, I guess that made me an easy target. Soon we would be meeting at that same cafe once a week, and then three times, and then nearly every day. He was...he was older than me, quite a bit older than me actually."

Natasha gently sat down next to Rosalie, "He lied to me originally, told me he was sixteen, and..." Rosalie reached for Natasha's hand, trying to keep her emotions fairly controlled, "Soon enough with all of the hours of talking, the friendship was becoming something else...he made me think that I was in love, it wasn't love though, I know that now. As it turns out he was already eighteen at the time, and he promised to wait for me, it was only going to be a couple of years." she exhaled sharply once more, the tears were free-flowing at this point.

"But when school rolled around, the people were really pressuring me into...a lot, so one day I asked him to have sex with me, but um, partway through, when I...when I asked him to stop," she shrugged tearily, "He wouldn't."

Natasha wrapped her arms around Rosie at this point, and the brunette held on to Natasha, as though she was the only thing keeping her from drowning. Rosalie cried in Natasha's arms, "I'm so sorry Ro," the redhead whispered, "I had...I had Marylin nine months later, and she was so perfect Tasha," she whispered, "I just wanted to protect her, and Fury promised...he promised she would be safe."

"It's ok Ro, you did your best," she paused, kissing the top of her head, "You did what you thought was best for her, you had no idea this would happen." Natasha held her gently rocking back and forth for a couple of minutes, "God, I'm such a mess," Rosalie laughed, her voice raspy,

you used to be my mess...

"Ok, I'm pulling myself together, cause we need a plan before you know, this all ends in catastrophe," Rosalie noted wiping away her tears, Natasha stood, up reaching a hand out to Rosalie. "Let's do this."