Rosalie Kasten is out of luck and out of time. For the last two years, she's been living on borrowed time. After her involvement with the death of Edwin Pierce - Alexander Pierce's son - it's only a matter of time before Hydra comes for her.
James...
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𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝛐𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝛐𝐫𝐞 James falls asleep. His snores start soft and quiet, but they become deeper and deeper – and loud. Rosalie slowly sits up, making sure to keep her cuffed hand stationary as she reaches over for her laptop. She doesn't think twice about opening the messages with Carol.
[Avenger] Tell me if you need another load of oil.
It's the same message staring up at her. She smiles and deletes what she was in the middle of typing earlier.
Things turned to shit, and I'm stuck with a fucking bounty hunter. Idk if you're awake, but I'm gonna try to get away.
Her typing goes much slower with only one hand, but she's able to send the message. Alpine is still lying on the pile of pillows between them, and Cas is sleeping in one of the chairs. Rosalie wonders what the easiest way out of this is going to be. The handcuffs are around his metal arm, but surely that can't feel as much as the flesh one.
She moves her hand a little to test it. He doesn't stir by the sound of the chain moving. It seems louder than it has to be, and her heart begins beating faster. The adrenaline is already beginning. She has to do this now. If they get to New York, then there's no way back, and she'll be trapped there. Rosalie can't let that happen.
She leans closer and turns the handcuffs, so the keyhole is in the sliver of light coming through the curtains. It's a standard lock, nothing she can't handle. James's face is squished against the pillow and his lips are parted as the heavy breaths leave him. He's not even close to waking up.
Rosalie reaches into the messy bun on top of her head and pulls out a bobby pin, straightening the thing out. She bends one tip at a quarter of an inch and puts it into the keyhole. She continuously glances at him to make sure he isn't waking up, but it's just the same pushed together expression on his face.
The rest of the bobby pin is bent back 90 degrees to make a z, and she pushes it until it points at the locking arm. It scrapes against the metal. James moves, his eyes stirring, and her blood runs cold. She's scared he's going to wake up, but he simply wets his lips and buries his face in the pillow.
She lets out a heavy breath. Seconds pass before she moves – just to make sure he's actually asleep, and then she begins wiggling the makeshift key. She's being as careful as she can, trying not to make any sound, but it's damn near impossible. Still, she doesn't stop. This could take hours, but she couldn't care any less. The fear of Hydra is still in her, and if this is going to take all night, then she's ready for it.
[Avenger] Where are you?
Rosalie glances over to her laptop after the familiar soft ding sounds. James stirs again but stays asleep. She reaches over with her free hand and types.
