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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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 of it. Rosalie feels sick to her stomach. The longer she digs, the worse it gets. The files have firewalls upon firewalls of protection. She hates it, but it's incredibly interesting too. Every new piece of information sucks her in further. James brings her dinner at some point, which she eats while overlooking the second file. Her laptop is struggling to keep up with the vast amount of ram usage, but she doesn't even care if it breaks. She'll steal a new one.
Bucky doesn't mind the silence. He's a little annoyed that she's taken his chair, but he tells himself he should get used to it. She's going to be living with him for God knows how long. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He likes the sound of that. Always having her close to him like this. He keeps busy by reading or training. He prefers the reading, so he can glance up and look at her, remind her to keep a good posture.
He told Steve about them earlier. It wasn't a surprise to him, but he made sure to tell Bucky how it was probably a bad idea. Both him and Rose are littered in issues, it's dripping from them. But they both know it. The connection they have is something different. Something he hasn't experienced before with someone so different from him. They're their own people, with different struggles, but they're always walking along the same road, they follow the same turns and twists.
He never has to ask her many questions to know what she's thinking. One look at her, while her walls were down, was all he needed to plant himself inside of her head. He knows her. Even after such a short amount of time. It works.
He tilts his head as she yawns. It's the third one within a span of five minutes. Even with her nap, she has to be exhausted. He knows she didn't sleep all night. Bucky gets more sleep because of his wounds but not enough. Especially not when Rose isn't next to him. She calms him down and with her, the nightmares stay away for longer.
Bucky puts down 'The Maze Runner' which he's been reading for the past few hours. Sam's nephews said it was a book he might like, and the kids knew what they were talking about. It's a pretty old one, but he doesn't mind that.
He gets up and walks over next to her. Rose glances fleetingly at him and then goes right back to reading. He's been watching her eyes dash across the pages all day. Bucky puts his hands on her shoulders and leans down, kissing her cheek.
"We're goin' to bed," he grumbles and gently takes the laptop out of her hands.
"What? No, let me just finish reading this first," she frantically says and tries to reach for it, but he pushes her right back down in the chair.
"You'll keep goin' after that. I'm not the only one who needs rest."
He smiles while she looks up at him with a scowl. Her body betrays her with a yawn. Bucky chuckles and walks around the chair, extending a hand for her to take. Rose rubs her eyes with the heel of her palm and takes his hand. Another yawn leaves her.
