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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𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲, and Rosalie's chin moves closer to her chest. She knows what's coming. Steve is asleep on the couch already. He insisted on staying at their place after the state she was in, and she's grateful to still have a friend like him around. Sam and Carol have all sent their fair share of messages about the list. Carol said she put out a few bounties on the guys, and Sam's got his whole division of bounty hunters searching for the people on the list.
"C'mon doll, starin' at that thing all night can't be good," James mumbles and kisses her temple over the back of the couch.
It's the same thing running on the TV over and over again. Hotel philanthropist Alexander Pierce shot at a dinner restaurant in front of his wife. It was meant to be a grieving dinner over their son, who they lost on this day exactly two years ago. The shooter remains unknown, but the attack seems to have been pre-planned.
Rosalie can hear the reporter's voice in her head as she thinks the words.
"What else am I supposed to do?" She slurs out with the bottle of whiskey hanging limply from her grasp. "I can't sleep."
"What if I lie down with you? Wanna sleep then?" He asks, and she can practically hear the smirk on his face.
She's surprised he's still fighting after how long it took him to convince her to eat dinner. Steve helped with that, at least. All night and morning, she's just been drinking and flipping through the various news channels displaying what they did.
"Can I please just wallow in my self-pity for a few hours?" She asks, leaning her head back to look at him. His hair shields his face, making sure she can't see anything else. It's still long after his haircut.
"That's what you've done for the last five hours," he scoffs, and she defeatedly nods.
"I'm sorry, honey. Guess I'm not taking this too well," she says and puts her hand on top of his resting on the back of the chair.
"Today's been a mess, huh?" James asks and walks around to her front, crouching down in front of her.
"A real shit storm."
He hums in agreement.
"Wish you didn't have to see me like this."
"What, drunk? Yeah, never seen you like that," he grins, and she rolls her eyes. But it is nice to see him back to his usual cocky self.
"Asshole," she grumbles, and he grins wider.
"You can call me whatever you want as long as you come to bed with me," James laughs and grabs onto her thighs, wrapping them around his hips as he stands up.
