The Cursed Interrogator

Alone.

Rosaline was going about her day in her usual manner. She had gotten up, skimmed her hand through her closet, grabbed some clean clothes and then headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast. Nothing fancy. She didn't take long to get ready. She didn't wear any makeup and she didn't painstakingly choose her outfit either. What was the point? All of her clothes were the same color anyway- black, quarter length sleeve shirts and dark wash jeans with her trusty high-top converse. There was no point in doing anything else as she couldn't see it anyways. Her world was a dark one. It was painted black and very rarely had any shades of grey in it. Ever since she tried to blind herself when she was fourteen it had been the same. The operative word in that sentence was tried. Turns out her eyes have an advanced healing factor. Nothing else, just her eyes... she was tested to see if anywhere else had the healing factor... she has the scars to prove it. So, since she couldn't blind herself in a medical way, she wears a blindfold everyday of her life. Sure, it was hard and people whispered about how weird it was, but it was much better than the alternative. 

You see, Rosaline has a what some people would see as a gift. She could look into a person's eyes and find out everything about them. Every thought. Every dark and dirty secret. Hell, she could even see their first crush back in the third grade. It all comes at a cost though. Every time she looks into someone's eyes and gains their memories, she loses a little bit of her own. She could no longer remember her own first crush or what her father (who passed away when she was 7) looked like. That's only part of it though. When those memories rush in, it is incredibly painful for her. Why shouldn't it be? She was having to watch years worth of memories in a single second and all of them were forced into her own long term memory. Therefore, to her it was not a gift, but rather a curse. 

When she was 18 years old Nicholas Fury approached her and asked her to be their interrogator. He promised her safety and told her she would be helping to save the world one bad guy at a time. With that in mind, she agreed. She only worked at S.H.I.E.L.D for a couple of years before she gave it up. The memories got to be too much for her. From that day forward she lived in a small cabin by herself in the middle of Colorado. Sure, there was a town nearby that she would venture in occasionally, but all of her visits were short lived. After all, who would want to be around the weird blindfolded girl?