Getaway Car; N. Romanoff✓

Twelve.

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(𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑)
CHAPTER TWELVE--->

Hi, so this is the trigger warning for this chapter, it gets into some pretty heavy stuff, mentions of Sa, etc. 

Rosalie could hear her heart beating out of her chest, as she clenched her jaw frozen in place. She was barely breathing as she stared at him, she felt sick to her stomach. The man whose face she hadn't been able to get out of her deepest nightmares, was there standing only a few feet away from her. She wanted to scream or cry or run, the whole way home to Clint, and to never show her face to the world again.

But she couldn't, she had nowhere to run, Clint wasn't anywhere near this floating hell. And she wasn't sixteen anymore, she was a grown-ass adult, who refused to be afraid of this man for even a second longer.

"Rosalie Barton." His voice had a thicker accent than the last time she had heard it, "Caspian," she wanted her voice to come out strong, but of course, due to the slight internal panic, her voice tremored. "It's good to see you, sweetheart." 

Rosalie felt like throwing up, at the use of the disgusting pet name, she kept reminding herself that she wasn't sixteen anymore. In hopes of using that to her advantage, she was a former Shield agent, and she learned something there. Fear is a dangerous thing. And people deal with it in many different ways, some hide it. 

Some let it overpower them, leaving them bruised and broken.

At the end of the day, there are only two ways of dealing with it. Let it beat you.

Or beat it your damn self.

"Don't ever call me that again." she bit out, but had yet to move from the spot she was standing, "Getting bold now are we?" he questioned, taking a couple of steps closer to her, she still stood perfectly still. "I don't know, I think you're one to talk about being bold. I mean who hits on the fourteen-year-old in a cafe?" she scoffed. 

"I don't know, I'm pretty sure you liked it...so who exactly is the sick one here?" he asked circling her, "You've grown up well Rosa." she bit the inside of her cheek so hard that a metallic taste filled her mouth. "You sure you don't prefer the body of a teenager?"

Caspian brushed a strand of her out of her face, she couldn't breathe, "Maybe I just prefer yours," he breathed in her ear, she rapidly moved her face away from him, "Aw, you scared?" he asked, grasping her shoulder, moving his hand down her arm, before letting it fall back to his side.

Rosalie felt sick in her own skin, just like it felt when she was sixteen years old. She held her breath as he continued to get closer to her, "You're no different than you were all those years ago, a little more rough around the edges maybe."

Rosalie could cry as she felt his hands land on her hips, "It wasn't all bad was it?" a tear found its way to her cheek, "Are you crying?" his voice came out as a laugh, she just wanted out of this, away from him. 

"You know we made a really cute kid, she's also completely ruthless, one of the best. Maryl-" before he could even finish his sentence, the fact that he would even dare say her daughter's name, broke her out of the frozen state.

She punched him directly in the jaw, glaring down at him, not even blinking at the blood on her knuckles. "She will never be your daughter," Rosalie spat, "And don't you ever say her name again."

"You've got quite the punch there, Rosa." she shrugged, "Yeah, there's a lot of people who would agree." 

Rosalie was still terrified, and being basically assaulted by him again, was not helping anything. "You know I have spent the past sixteen years, terrified of falling asleep because I saw the same god damn thing every time I closed my eyes. But I am done. I'm not giving you that power over me anymore."

Being Rosalie Barton, the former SHIELD Agent that she was, she had surveyed the room upon walking into it, so within the blink of an eye, she had a loaded gun pointed at the man in front of her, she shot him three times in the chest, "You will crash and burn with this place," she stated.

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"So that was the big plan huh? Melina was going to land the Red Room and hand me over to the authorities." Dreykov said, shutting down the landing protocol, Natasha took a step forward, "So what now? You're gonna fold me into your pathetic little puppeteer act?"

"Pathetic huh?" he asked, "Yeah, what would you call it?" Natasha taunted, "I would call it..." he started, "When was the last time you had a conversation with someone that wasn't forced to talk to you?"

"You ran away to fight in the wrong war. The real war was fought here, in the shadows." Dreykov spoke, Natasha shook her head, "You didn't fight in the shadows. You hid in the dark."

"Real power comes from undetectable influence." Natasha leaned with her hands against his desk, "If no one's noticed, then why even do it? You're nothing." she taunted with a smirk, "You have nothing."

"There are fifty people on this planet..." Natasha cut him off with a scoff, "Oh stop it." he stood up shouting angrily, "Don't tell me to stop!"

She got up in his face, "If I don't tell you when to stop, how will you know when to shut up?" he slammed a punch into her face and she stumbled backward, "Come on," she held her hands out, "Think I can't take a punch?"

Dreykov hit her again, "God damn it, you're weak." she laughed, "Weak?" she stepped back shaking her head, "I bet it's easier to be tough in front of defenseless little girls, huh?" he punched her again sending her too the floor. She was still smiling mockingly up at him when he kicked her.

"You wouldn't be so glib. If you had any notion of the scope I've built. I own this world. Me." he bragged, "See that's the thing, you seem desperate to impress me." she shook her head, this was going exactly as planned.

"I don't need to impress you, I don't need to impress anyone."

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Rosalie still had yet to find her daughter, she was wandering around almost aimlessly, she still felt sick to her stomach from her encounter with Caspian, but knowing he couldn't hurt anyone else made her feel a little better. 

"Yelena?" Rosalie asked spotting the blonde, "Rosie? What are you doing down here?" she asked grabbing the vials out of cold storage, "Looking for my daughter." Rosalie avoided eye contact with the blonde, "Your daughter?" Yelena looked confused, "Her name's Marylin. It's a long story."

"Marylin is your daughter!?" 

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Rosalie Barton deserves a hell of a lot better.
*says the one who literally created this story*