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𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝛐𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝛐𝐧-𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. Rosalie drifts in and out of sleep so often that she has no concept of it. It doesn't help that she's drunk most of the time either. It becomes custom to fix her morning hangover with two painkillers and a shot of vodka – it's the easiest booze she can get. Somehow, she was able to get one of Kate's friends to take care of her dog, for the time being. It was a rather sad interaction.
The doors to the living room opens and Stephen walks out with an open box of pizza. He throws it down on the ground and kicks it over to her with his foot. Then he continues over to the closet with medical supplies and grabs everything he needs to change the binding on James. He doesn't trust her to do it. Rosalie doesn't complain.
"Thanks," she slurs out and grabs two slices – one for Cas and one for herself. Alpine prefers the meat.
"You're drinking all my booze," Stephen drones.
He doesn't seem to have any other way of speaking. He's calm and cold, calculated. Even in her state, she can tell that much. It still bothers her how easy he's taking all of this. How calm he is around hurt and death. Maybe all doctors are, and they just put on a show to mask how they feel, or maybe, he's done this for so long he doesn't care.
"I can pay," she mumbles and takes another shot with her pizza.
"You bounty hunters can't pay for shit," Stephen grumbles back, and she grins widely.
"I'm not a bounty hunter... Might as well get to know each other, right?"
He grunts in response.
"So, Dr Strange, who's shit bucket did you land in to end up here?"
He glances up at her. He definitely doesn't trust her, but she's used to that kind of thing and knows it doesn't have anything to do with her. Stephen reads her face. He goes back to changing the gauze.
"Well, bounty hunters do good every so often, and someone gave me a lot of money a long time ago to do this," he answers, and she grins, taking another slice of pizza.
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FanfictionRosalie 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...