Rosemary and Time

I shouldn't be here. Bucky always told me to be more careful with myself. Always after jumping in to save Steve from a fight, or screaming at my father about marriage and my future. I can almost hear his disapproval now. This isn't somewhere he'd want me to be. But he's dead. My left knee bounces up and down quickly, nervously, as I wait.
"Rose Adley?" Her tone resembles a statement more than a question. A woman with a severe, angular face watches me expectantly, holding the dark oak wood door of her office open for me. I rise from my seat, following her into the small room.
"Everyone calls me Ro," I rush out, making sure I don't chicken out at the last moment. She steps closer to me. Maybe to intimidate me, but I can't see her exact expression through my ever blurring eyes.
"So, Ro, what do you have to offer us?" Again, the woman makes it more of a statement than a question. I pause, to think about it. and there's nothing. Nothing I can offer her. The defeat of this thought, burned into my brain since the end of the war, suddenly became a promise.
I look her straight in the eyes. I can see her clearly now "I don't have anything left."
The woman nods, the corners of her thin mouth perking up slightly in a smile. "Perfect."