Summary: Bucky and Rosemary have a pre-existing relationship that formed during his time in Romania. After he goes missing, she searches for him. Reposted from my Wattpad.
Word Count: 333
Rosemary Vos. She likes to think that she's well-known, even if she isn't. Except for maybe in a few random parts of Romania where she and Bucky raised hell. She's tough, anyone can tell you that, but she has a soft side. That's for sure. The person must be special if she's going to let her kickass facade down at any given point. Let's get into the story of why Rosemary Vos just happens to be going soft. Now, the introduction of gentle, caring Rosemary as she sits alongside James Barnes. She's never been like this with anyone, yet here she is. James' importance to her is unexplainable.
The blonde can't help it as she sits back and just stares because that's all she knows to do. That's all that she can do. Rosemary's eyes are focused on the man she took an interest in. He looks peaceful, she thought, and she that hoped he was. His usually tense jaw was just as relaxed as the rest of his body happened to be. If it weren't for the slow rise and fall of his chest, she would have thought he wasn't breathing at all. Her eyes traced over where his left arm once was, and she had to remind herself that T'Challa was already working on replacing it with a newer version.
Rosemary's lips were dry from her biting at them nervously as her legs bounced in her chair across from him. She kept waiting for something to happen, for something to go wrong. Maybe even for him to wake up. Sometimes she would sit and watch for any single sign of that to happen, but it never came. Rosemary would even catch herself imagining things, which she had began to blame on her lack of sleep. Maybe even the lack of food because the only time she ever ate was when Steve brought her little things.
The next day, nothing was different. James was still the same.
Warnings: Anxiety, mentions of violence, physical/verbal abuse.
Summary: Bucky and Rosemary have a pre-existing relationship that formed during his time in Romania. After he goes missing, she searches for him.
Word Count: 607
Still. Slow. Quick. Fast. Those were the words to describe how Rosemary's hour went with James Barnes.
"Rosemary, the hell are you doing?" James Barnes spoke as he stared at the girl, a smile beginning to tug at his lips faintly before he laughed. He had emerged from the drawing pad in her hand, shining upwards into a beautiful hologram. He looked the same. And god, he sounded the same. That deep, but gentle voice. Rosemary's heart had skipped a beat the moment he spoke in that mocking tone he used to give when she would do something stupid.
"Seeing my best friend." Rosemary responded in a quiet mumble before she began to shake her head with her a laugh of her own. "I really don't know, I'm bored. You can't judge me there!"
"You really had to make me a robot, didn't you?" His eyes looked down to his flickering body before he laughed a second time. "Why the hell are you bored, Rose? I'm right here, you know that's real offensive."
Rose. Sometimes he'd alternate between Rose and Mary. He only used Mary when he was tormenting her. She watched his soft eyes as he stood in front of her now, the drawing pad that the King had gifted her on the floor of the cot. Further passed the hologram of the fake Bucky rested the real one, and she found herself staring. She knew this wasn't him talking, it was just a fake. As she opened her mouth to answer, he began twitching. Not only was it the hologram faltering, but it was him. Bucky's eyes narrowed.
"James." She began quickly, hurriedly as if she could catch him and make him stay. Rosemary could only assume her time was up, but it hadn't felt so long since she had drawn him. The fake Bucky was nothing compared to the real one; faint scattered lines where Rosemary messed up on his clothes and messy hair where she moved too quickly. He was a true drawing brought to life.
"Rose––" His voice cut out before his eyes began to grow darker. Finally, he spoke once again, finishing her name before he practically growled out the rest of his sentence. "––mary. Blood. Kill. What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
That wasn't her James, she realized. Nothing about this was him. His stare was threatening, and before she knew it, he was charging after her. His hands were outstretched, reaching for her neck; however, as they collided, he went directly through her. She felt it, the shivering cold as each and every inch of her creation disappeared into nothing. Still, she turned quickly to see if he was still there.
In that horrid moment, she was disappointed. Disappointed that he was gone. Disappointed that she would do such a thing. Disappointed that that wasn't the real Bucky, and that still, he managed to change into the mindset of The Winter Soldier. However, that was the part that concerned her the most. How did that simple drawing know the dark side of Bucky's mind that once belonged to Hydra? Truthfully, it was almost unsettling to think about, and she didn't like it one bit.
In one short moment, Rosemary found herself running from the cot where Bucky rested now, ignoring the odd stares from the guards. She headed directly for the palace, chest rising up and down quickly as she ran for Shuri's lab. Rosemary had only been there once, and she prayed to whatever god was above that she could remember how to make it there. She had to know what exactly she was working with.
Summary: Bucky and Rosemary have a pre-existing relationship that formed during his time in Romania. After he goes missing, she searches for him.
Word Count: 779
Thirty-nine days. That was how long Rosemany had been in Wakanda, and she wasn't entirely sure how everything was still working out at this point. She still helped in the villages, and in return, earned herself coins and sometimes foods for trade. She was getting the hang of everything fairly quickly and King T'Challa tended to help her with learning their language. The two had agreed to meet once a week in order for her to properly learn. It had truthfully began helpful on her working days when she would encounter someone that didn't speak English, which she began to realize was quite often.
Today was one of the days for her meeting with the King, and for once, she left the lowest floor of the building to go to what she liked to refer to as Workshop. James had been moved to a better place, where no one could find him. Except for those that the King wanted to. Thankfully, she was among those that he would allow to visit since Steve was off dealing with personal business. Rosemary didn't ask, and she assumed neither did T'Challa. Steve seemed to come and go as he pleased. At least, that was what she assumed.
"Rosemary." A voice called to her and she barely had to turn to see the King following behind, hands clasped together in front of his robed body. He gave her a warm, greeting smile before he spoke up a second time. "How are you today?"
Rosemary returned the smile politely, even though it didn't quite meet her eyes like she was hoping it would. The girl hadn't been getting much sleep, she liked the idea of working with villages instead of getting to rest in the home of the King. Somehow, it didn't settle with her. However, she didn't hide it. "I'm good, I guess. I was just coming to visit with you. Today is one of our days, isn't it?"
Silently, she was hoping that she hadn't messed up and picked the wrong day to grace him with her rare presence. When he nodded his head, hands coming unclasped as he gave that laugh of his, she felt better. "Today is the day. However, today is a different lesson. In fact, it isn't a lesson at all."
"What?" The words left Rosemary before she could stop herself, her eyebrows pinching together into a look of pure confusion at his words altogether. Her head had tilted unconsciously as she looked up at the King. "What are we doing today?"
"Nothing." The King grinned, shoulders lifting in a soft shrug before he spoke. "Gerald mentioned you like to paint. Go check your room, Rosemary. Take the day to yourself. Check up with Shuri when you wish to see James, she will take you."
She was clearly taken aback by that, but nonetheless, she nodded her head before she turned once thanking the man. Though she tried her best to be discrete, Rosemary scurried off to her room through the halls of the Palace. Upon entering her room, she was greeted with a rather large box on her bed. She was slow to open it, revealing an electronic notepad half the size of the box itself. As she turned it on, she noticed it wasn't just any notepad. This was for drawing purposes and came with a stylus. As she swiped through, she was met with directions before she noticed beads inside of the box. She lifted them, rubbing a thumb along the cold metal of what looked to be a bracelet. Rosemary jumped when a hologram seemed to pop up from the bead itself.
"Ah, yes, colonizer. How may I help you?" T'Challa's sister, Shuri, spoke and Rosemary's eyes grew wide.
"What the hell are these?" She questioned prior to turning the beads just slightly to get a better look at the object in her hand. "Do-- do you guys use these? Are you spies?"
"Are you a spy?" Shuri's eyebrows rose as she watched the blonde as she searched for a response. Finally, the Princess cracked a widening grin. "Exactly. Now, did you get your gift? It contains a 3D mechanism for painting and holograms like this one. You may sketch on it and then make it real with a single swipe."
"It can be real? If I paint a bird, will it become real?" Rosemary questioned in pure awe.
"Well, yes, but not for long. Maybe an hour or two. I am still working on that." She informed cheerfully, clearly delighted with the work she had completed. "Now, if you're done with questions, it's time to see your lover."
Warnings: Mentions of child hurt/trauma, anxiety, and attempts of assassination though it never actually happens.
Summary: Bucky and Rosemary have a pre-existing relationship that formed during his time in Romania. After he goes missing, she searches for him.
Word Count: 844
Rosemary's plan to actually leave Wakanda once she found Bucky never fell into play. She had already been there a month, and she refused to leave until he woke up. She visited him everyday, even if she had to sneak down there on some. The guards had became her friends as a matter of fact, though she wasn't entirely sure they actually liked her. Then again, no one did really like her. On some days they left her to sit with Bucky, only if the door remained open.
She knew that no one fully trusted her just yet, but she was trying harder than most to change that. Rosemary appreciated the fact that she had the chance to still look out for Bucky like she used to. In the months prior to Bucky leaving with his best friend, Rosemary lived across from him and kept a careful eye on him. The man had more problems than she knew, however she still found herself leaning closer towards helping him. Even if before she truly knew him, she was supposed to kill him. Rosemary didn't like hurting people, but she still kept going back and forth between her employer and her chosen victims. How else was she supposed to be making the money she needed to pay for her apartment?
That was something Bucky actually helped her with. Money. It was never her strong suit, but somehow, he helped her find what she needed to succeed without killing. It would be an understatement if Rosemary were to ever say that they truly helped each other. Because they did more than that. At some times, they even relied on each other, even with the simplest of things. James was most certainly adjusting to living in such a country under the given circumstances, and Rosemary knew just how to help with that. She had lived in Romania for most of her life, and always found herself coming back there after her travels. She appreciated it there, considering Romanian had almost became a second language to her. It felt as if she had grown close to the country itself, just like she would grow closer to the man across the hall.
Now, Rosemary was still becoming close to James Barnes, even as he rested in a cryogenic state. It was an odd way to feel towards somebody in such a state, but she couldn't help herself. She had already grown too close before, and now all she could do was watch. As nothing changed in him, she changed in so many ways. Her hair became longer, and at some times, dirtier from times that she would go without showering. Rosemary's eyes grew dark from the lack of sleep, bags underneath her eyes forming prominently. The girl worked in a Wakandian village during the day, and at night she was with Bucky until the late hours of the night. She still needed money to continue residing in Wakanda without living off what the King provided for her.
"Has he changed yet, Vos?" A guard spoke from the door, and she didn't have to turn to know which one it was. Gerald was the older guard, nearing forty. He looked much older than that, and the tiredness his eyes held did no good job hiding how worn out he had become. It was clear that he had done this for many, many years. Once, he had told her a story of working with T'Challa's father. Rosemary and he had managed to become close, and he was actually one of the few people that actually had actually gained some form of trust in Rosemary. The blonde found herself laughing in response to that as she finally turned her eye away from the peaceful sight of Bucky. Gerald's back was leaned against the door frame and she could see his gun thrown on his shoulder by its strap.
"Not yet." Rosemary's head shook as she took in the sad look that Gerald gave her, and she knew what was about to come. The man would pity her, apologize, and attempt to lighten the topic by making a joke. That was the process of most of their conversations, but one thing he never did was question her. He respected her enough to not do her the way everyone else did when she first arrived.
"I remember when my youngest got into her first car accident, she was in a coma for almost a week. I did what you're doing, I sat there and just kept my eyes on her because it was all that I wanted to do. I couldn't bare the thought of something happening to my baby girl. It got to the point that I had began to think I was seeing things. Like the smallest twitch of her hand or her eyes moving behind her eyelids." He spoke sincerely, a small smile twitching the corner of his lips upwards before he shrugged. "I don't know where I was going with that, but just know, you're not the first to experience this."
Summary: Bucky and Rosemary have a pre-existing relationship that formed during his time in Romania. After he goes missing, she searches for him.
Word Count: 754
A blonde man was who Rosemary first ran into in Wakanda on her search for James Barnes. She should have traveled with him when he left Romania, she knew, but she was too damned stubborn to fight. It took begging Steven Rogers for her to see James again. She could still remember the confused expression Steve had when she said James instead of Bucky. Bucky hated being called James, and Rosemary knew that. Steve, on the other hand, had to make sure she knew. The poor man also had to search her for any sort of weapons, or harmful objects.
After her very awkward pat down and very extensive background check, Rosemary was escorted into an elevator with a guard and Steve. As the elevator went down, Rosemary stood between the two men and she could practically feel their eyes on her. She stood with her arms crossed, staring at the reflective doors. She could see Steve and vaguely make out his expression. His eyebrows were pinched together in curiosity and confusion as he stared at the girl until he learned that he had been caught. He cleared his throat and took a dominant position with his chin held high as he stared straight forward. Rosemary almost laughed.
Once the elevator doors opened, Rosemary waited for one of the other two to step out. Once Steve had, she followed and waited as he instructed the guard to stay by the elevator.
"Where is he?" Rosemary finally spoke up, staring up at the blond super soldier that she proceeded to walk alongside. Her arms were across her chest once again as her eyebrows rose in question.
"What is there between you two?" Steve questioned in response, seeming to ignore her question altogether. He turned a corner, and took that time to finally looked down at Rosemary, who was beginning to question whether or not he was actually taking her to James.
"What, jealous much?" She remarked with a quiet laugh expelling from her lips. Then, she was lifting her shoulders in a careless shrug when Steve began to stutter and she cut him off. "Why?"
"He never mentioned you. That's all." He responded carefully, his attention going back to navigating through the hallway to what was technically his best friend's room.
"You don't exactly mention your fuck buddy." Rosemary spoke in the best serious tone she could manage to hold until Steve just blinked and fell silent. A grossed out expression slowly grew on his face before Rosemary rolled her eyes. "Calm down, it's a joke. I'm just his neighbor," she paused prior to adding, "his very concerned neighbor."
"Uh-huh." Steve gave a slow nod while refraining from shaking his head as he stopped at one of the many metal doors on that specific floor. He began to speak a second time when Rosemary was cutting him off for the second time that afternoon.
"If you don't open that door, I will." She spoke sternly, her brows pinching together as she stared up at Steve. as her eyes began to narrow in the slightest as if she were challenging him to do the opposite. Thankfully, he opened the door and Rosemary rushed in close behind.
The sight she was met with wasn't what she was expecting at all. She was hoping to see Bucky doing just fine, maybe relaxed as he caught up on all things twenty-first century. Instead, there were two men dressed like the guard from earlier and Bucky. Bucky in some sort of... capsule? After staring, she realized what it was, and in that moment, she felt her heart break just a little.
"What is this? Why is he in there? And why are they," she pointed to the guards quickly before she turned back to Steve, "there?"
Steve gestured for the guards to leave momentarily and the took position outside the door, remaining alert for any sign of distress. "It involves a cryogenic process, he's asleep. He chose to do this, uh.. Rosemary. The guards are here in case someone breaks in."
Rosemary was ignoring him at this point as she walked away from Steve slowly, giving him the chance to stop her as she moved towards Bucky. Her hand came to rest against the glass of the chamber. It felt cold to the touch, and for a moment, it reminded her of his metal arm. And as her eyes flickered to his left shoulder, her heart sank even further as she whispered quietly. "Oh, James.. What has happened to you?"
