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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𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐠 bounces. It hops and hops and hops like a fucking bunny on speed, and she can't make it stop. James tries to put a hand on her left thigh, thumb gently caressing to calm her down, but it doesn't work. It keeps going.
They're a few minutes away from the building where they're supposed to meet Steve. He won't be in there when they take the shot. He's better with martial stuff, and he'll be down on the street level in case Pierce decides to make a run for it. He shouldn't be able to, if what Bucky says about his shooting skills is true. The sniper rifle is supposedly a large enough calibre to go through most bulletproof windows. With the size of the weapon, she's inclined to believe him.
The neon lights of the city fly past as the car soars through the tall skyscrapers around them. She can hear the surrounding air, swirling past the sleek exterior of the black Porsche. The engine gives an almost silent purr, and Bucky's turned the radio onto some of his favourite old jazz.
The corkscrew building soon comes into view, and Rosalie's breath hitches. The grip on her thigh tightens, and she glances at him. He's sending her a smile, trying to calm her down, but it's not going to work. They're going to do this. They're taking down Pierce and finally setting everything into motion.
"We'll be okay, doll," he mumbles as they get closer to the building, and she pulls out her phone, tapping a button to slide open the garage doors that she's already hacked into.
"Yeah, something like that," she mutters back while the car slides into the building.
The intensity of the engines lessens, having to only stay aloft over the small cars, and they quickly find a parking space, setting themselves down. Rosalie puts her hand on the door, but James stops her. He digs into the duffel bag.
"Here, put this on," he speaks and hands her the mask.
The one he probably used to wear on missions like these when he worked for Hydra. She looks up at him, not thinking he was serious about this. Really, she thought the idea simply turned him on. She hesitantly grabs onto it and slides it onto her face, beneath her hair.
The metal plates under the cloth begin moving, moulding to her shape, and it connects to the back of her head, wrapping protectively around. It doesn't stop there, the plates shift and grow, continuing down her neck, and she feels it beneath her clothes, close to her skin as it settles protectively around her chest and vital organs.
"Why didn't you tell me it could do that?" She huffs while feeling around her throat, and she pulls down the visor, looking into the mirror. "With all that time I could've created another. It's nanobots, right? I still have a few left over, and I could..."
