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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"𝚱𝐚𝐭𝐞?" 𝐑𝛐𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 in surprise. "What're you doing here?"
"Rosalie! Hi, how are you?" Kate smiles brightly while Rosalie opens the door and lets her in.
"I'm good, and I'm going to ask again; what are you doing here, Kate?" She pats Cas's head to make sure the dog stays calm, but he's just sitting next to her.
"Well... Alright. Since the grumpy sparrow won't let me join his boy band, I thought maybe you would help me out. I mean, you seem a lot more agreeable, and I want to-"
"Kate, I'm not going to help you become a bounty hunter," Rosalie says with a smile, interrupting the girl's ramble.
"You don't have to! It would be nice, but I just need some help figuring out how to do things. I've already got my own bounty."
She scrambles for something within her pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. That's so damn old school, and Rosalie can't help but smirk as she takes it. It's a low-level crook, wanted for armed robbery.
Kate has a bright smile on her face, and she sighs. She reminds Rosalie of herself when she was younger, and from the fire in her eyes, she's just as damn stubborn. Kate is going after this guy without her help if that's what it comes down to.
"Come on in," Rosalie reluctantly speaks and opens the door fully.
"Yes! I mean, thank you," Kate giggles as she hops in and clumsily steps out of her shoes.
"I'd keep those on, if I was you. The place is old and isn't insulated."
Rosalie continues into the living room, where James has now put on a record, and his finger is tapping the shelf in beat with the music.
"Who was it?" He grumbles and glances over his shoulder right as Kate bounces into the place. "God fuckin' damn it. What's she doing here, Kasten?"
"Well, that's a little rude," Kate huffs while Rosalie goes back to the chair she was sitting in. Alpine gets back on her lap immediately. "I didn't know the two of you were together. Two chairs, one for each, that's cute."
"We're not together," Rosalie says and then nods to the other chair. "Sit. I'm helping her, James. You can go take a nap or something."
"Sam doesn't want her to get into this shit, but you're just ignorin' what he wants?" He asks in a rough voice, and she hums in agreement.
"I'm going to do it anyway. The least Wilson could do was help me out," Kate says while glancing between Rosalie and James – as if trying to figure something out.
