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...
𝐑𝛐𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 into the kitchen while keeping all her clothes on. From the bags she bought earlier, she grabs a few teabags. The kettle fills with water and is turned on, while she searches the cupboards for a pot or something like it. The water is boiling in seconds, and she starts brewing the pot of tea.
Cas and Alpine are both running around her feet, so she grabs a bowl and puts half a can of dog food in it for him and cat food for her. Rosalie still feels the alcohol in her system, how her brain isn't thinking clearly, but it doesn't matter right now.
She brings the pot back with her to the living room, and after looking through every drawer and closet, she finds a few blankets. The blinds on the windows are reflective, so the cold doesn't get in as easily, but it's still freezing. With the pot on the coffee table, blankets around her, chattering teeth, and shaky hands, she begins breaking open various gadgets and tools they don't have use for.
The work is slow, and the tips of her fingers are freezing, as she can't be wearing gloves while doing this. The electrical wiring is too delicate for it. Rosalie won't be able to sleep without it, however. Cas has jumped into the chair, lying with his butt behind her and his head in her lap. Alpine is lying on her other thigh, completely curled up beneath the blankets.
"Shit!" She loudly swears after her third failed attempt at connecting two wires.
This is the most basic shit, and she can't even get that done. Her laptop chimes, and she grabs it. Rosalie now sees how blue the tips of her fingers have become. She needs to stop for a while and put the gloves back on. She keeps moving around to get comfortable, but it's impossible in these damn chairs.
[Avenger] Sam told me about the cold. Go one floor down, same placement and look for Fury. He should have some stuff for the cold.
Omg ily – fucking dying here.
[Avenger] You should've told me.
You should've said there was only one bed.
[Avenger] Okay, that one might be on me
Hate you
[Avenger] ily too, dumbass
Rosalie smiles to herself and thanks every lord out there for the existence of Carol. She keeps the blankets wrapped around her as she stumbles down the hallway and grabs her keys before leaving the apartment. She takes the elevator one floor down and recreates the path she takes to reach number 95. On number 50, she finds the name Fury, and she lifts her fist to knock, but the door opens before she can make contact.
