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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𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 Rosalie. She can see it out of the corner of her eye while she keeps staring down at the phone in her hand. She can't really blame him. She's been looking at it for almost 10 minutes now without making the call she claimed she was going to make. It's just one of those precarious things.
He's leaning against the hood of his car, a few feet away from her, a cigarette stuck between his lips. There's been one from the moment they stopped driving. Rosalie bites the inside of her cheek. She knows Loki will be able to help her, but making that call isn't exactly easy. Their history is so convoluted and complicated that she barely even knows what to make of it herself. She'll have to do it eventually and while shaking her head, taking a deep breath, she clicks the number, and it begins to ring. After a few seconds, she can hear it pick up.
"Rosalie? How nice to hear from you. What has it been, three years?" The accent is clear through the device, and she feels her heartbeat pick up at the sound of his voice.
"Yeah, it's been a while," she nervously chuckles. This is so fucking dumb. "I- I'm actually calling because I need your help." She bites the inside of her cheek.
There's no other option than this. Her brain works quick enough to where she's figured that out, but she has no idea how much Loki is going to want for giving her this kind of help. He's never cheap. Not that he needs money. Everything is about power with him.
"How interesting. What might the little rose be in need of?" He asks after a minute of being quiet.
"A room to stay in and information," she breathes out, and she glances up at James, who's frowning at her.
He can probably tell how nervous she is. This is such a stupid thing to do, but maybe it'll work. Loki knows this kind of stuff, and it wouldn't be the first time he's helped her in this kind of way. Although, that was years ago, and before they drifted apart.
Laufeyson is one of the large competitors to Hydra. They're less brutish and have more class. They still do shitty things, but when Hydra started really growing in New York, they pulled back and moved most of their business to Europe.
Loki still owns a range of hotels, one in New York. It's mostly used as a gentleman club of sorts – a glorified Casino in her opinion – called Purpose. It's Loki's pride and joy, so he wasn't willing to give that up, not even with the move to Europe.
"I heard whispers that you had re-emerged. Honestly, I didn't believe them. Not until now," Loki drones, and she can imagine him sitting in that large leather chair admiring his own wealth. "A room I can do, but you'll have to be more specific with the information. I have plenty of that on a range of subjects."
