All for a girl named Rose

The couch

Kill or save Nat at the end of the story???

I also changed the birth year to 2003 current year is 2017

"How!" Rose raised her voice. "How could you possibly have known him! Much less be his friend! He had no one! We had no one!" Steve looked at her calmly and touched her arm.

"I knew him before he became the Winter Solider. I knew him his whole life up until he fell off of a train in the Alps." Steve's eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed. "You. You're the Red Rose, aren't you?" Natasha glanced at Steve in confusion. "The files you have to me in 2014 about Bucky. It contained information about a young girl with the alias Red Rose. She joined him on several missions and was often used as leverage against him."

Rose sat back down on the couch and turned away from them. They continued on with what they were doing before. It was a lot for everyone, especially Rose, to take in.

Natasha poured another bowl of cereal and set it in front of Rose.

"You need to eat" Natasha was kneeling so she and Rose were at eye level. Rose looked across the coffee table at her.

"Is he free?" Rose asked.

"Is who free?" Natasha asked.

"James." Rose said in almost a whisper, finally looking at her.

"He is." Steve said and Rose turned to look at him.

"Where? Where is he?" The tags around her neck felt like they weighed ten pounds.

"Wakanda."

"Is he safe?" 

"Yes."

Rose smiled softly and looked away. When she looked back all concern and her smile of relief had melted away into the stoic mask she wore. She took a spoonful of the cereal and her face scrunched up.

"This has enough sugar in it to kill you." Rose said, Natasha laughed and stood up. She looked at the clock and realized that they had slept in for quite a while, it was almost noon.

"We got some clothes for you. And you should probably shower and change tonight. Rest and drink lots of water too." 

Eventually Sam sat down by Rose on the couch and turned on the TV. Flipping through channels and muttering  about not having something called judge Judy. 

Steve say in the recliner with a pencil and sketch pad drawing. Natasha sat practically on top of him reading.

Rose looked down at her hands then to the book Natasha had set on the coffee table in front of her. She grabbed it and examined it closer. Where the Crawdads sing didn't sound too interesting but she weighed her options and decided to open the book.

She looked up a few hundred pages later and realized three hours had passed. Her eyebrows furrowed. Everyone else was still doing what they were before. 

"Sorry for interrupting but I would appreciate it if I knew our situation." Steve and Nat glanced at each other.

"Well, we're on the run from 117 nations." Steve started.

"Because of the Sokovia accords." Rose finished. Natasha nodded

"We help out with what we can when we can but most days our main priority is to stay alive and stay out of prison." Natasha finished.

"That seems miserable."

"It's a temporary solution." Natasha added.

"Besides we're not alone. You can think of it as a road trip." Sam joined in.

Rose shrugged and picked the book back up, flipped a few pages and set it back down. She decided to watch whatever was on the TV. She had never been able to before. It was some singing show called "Voices of Ukraine" the subtitles were on and the light of the screen gave her  a headache. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

When Rose woke up Sam was in the chair and Natasha and Steve sat in the bed. She blinked and looked around for a clock, it was 10 P.M.

She stretched her legs and stood up, turning around at the sound of a voice.

"There's towels in the bathroom and a bag or clothes that fit you in the corner over there. Take a shower before you go back to bed." Natasha smiled at her daughter.

Rose pressed a smile, grabbed a pair of sweats out of the bag, walked to the bathroom, and locked the door. She braced her hands on rev sides of the sink and stared into her steel blue eyes. 

She tried to count how many people had died looking into them. She used to refuse to kill any children or women. She only killed men because men hurt her, they hurt the girls she lived with. They must have manipulated the women who hurt her too, because how could one woman hurt another? Then when she was six she met him, James. She thought he was like every other man she's met. He was her main trainer, he was ruthless and wasn't afraid of hurting her, but he never took advantage of her. Then one day it happened, they were in the middle of a training session and he stopped and asked where Natalia was. It lasted less than a minute before they came in to take him. He screamed at her to run.

Rose lifted his dog tags over her head and hung them  on the towel rack before stripping out of the rest of her clothes and turning on the hot shower. She stepped in and let the hot water cascade down her back.

The next time it happened they had just finished a mission and were spending the night in a hotel before they headed back to Moscow. This time he was less confused. He cleaned and tended to her cuts, brushed and braided her hair, and watched over her all night. When she woke up screaming from a nightmare he comforted her and sat with her till she fell back asleep. In the morning he still went back to the facility and when she asked why he told her that they would punish her if he didn't.

She got out of the shower and dried herself off. 

It was one of these times, when the brainwashing wore off outside of the facility, that he gave her his dog tags. He told her to keep them safe for him.

Rose dressed and slid the dog tags over her head.

On December fifth, every year he was out of ciro and in a clear head, he would give her a single Rose and told her that it was her birthday. Where he got the roses, she didn't know. He thought that it was funny, giving her a rose because her name was Rose. Still, she missed the rose that he should have given her two weeks ago.

She opened the bathroom door and saw her mom still sitting up and awake. So she asked for a hair tie.

"What for?" Natasha asked, realizing that it was a dumb question as soon as it left her mouth.

Rose pointed to the damp red auburn hair that clung halfway down her waist. Natasha told her that there was some in the same bag that the clothes were in.

She tied her hair up in a tight bun and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the couch.

When Rose woke up there was a blanket covering her body and a pillow under her head. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, Sam and Steve  were gone.