When The Fun Doesn't Run Out

by bowtiesfrenchfries

Rose isn't new to S.H.I.E.L.D, but she is new as in working for them. Her Uncle Fury has been kind enough to let her in on a temp job with the corporation. But even on the first day there, Rose finds out the place isn't as professional as it's put out to be. Especially when a certain outcast makes his way in and takes a shining to the new girl. Rated M for Language

1. Chapter 1

Rose moaned groggily, turning over slowly to slap her alarm clock. She had already been awake, but refused to get up. It was one of those days where she just kind of wanted to lay in bed all day and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist. But she had big plans for the day. Rose rolled out of bed carefully and drug her tired body to her bedroom closet. Opening the sliding door, she gazed at her array of clothes, still trying to adjust her eyes to the light.

"God..he didn't even tell me what to wear." She mumbled to herself slightly annoyed. Rose sighed, and reached for a black pencil skirt, a white button down top, and a dark grey vest.

"I guess this will be fine." She continued to talk to herself as she wiggled into her clothes, then headed to the bathroom to fix her hair into a high ponytail and do her makeup. She thought to play it safe, taking a shower the night before. Rose knew she would be an anxious mess so she wanted to have all the time in the world this morning to make sure everything was perfect.

Going to her kitchen, she looked in the fridge briefly before deciding it would probably be best to not eat anything. She felt like throwing up already. Her hands were shaking as she shut the door. Instead, she turned to her sink to get a glass of water. At least it was distracting. She took a sip from her glass and gazed at the New York City scenery outside. Rose had been here enough, but living here was a different story. Growing up on the complete opposite side of the country in San Francisco, it was going to be hard to adjust. Both were major and adored cities but the people were so different. Sure she lived in a decent sized penthouse, courtesy of her father's funds, but what was the point of living in such a lavish place when you don't even know a soul that could appreciate the place besides yourself. Rose rolled her eyes, stopping herself from thinking negatively which was just making her all the more nervous. Taking another sip of water, she glanced at the clock above the granite tile counter. It read 11:28 Rose attempted to let out a squeal, but all that came out was a short gurgle from her choking on her water. Spitting in the sink and trying not to die, Rose yanked her purse from one of the chairs in by the kitchen table.

"Oh god nonononononoooo" She whined to herself after regaining her ability to speak. Rose thought she was so smart, deciding to take a shower to save time to get to her appointment on time..but it might have helped if she set her phone alarm properly. In her mind she was still on California time, making her roughly three hours late to her appointment.

"GOD he's going to murder me!" Rose hissed to herself. She hopped to the front door to put her shoes on, and after locking her door as fast as she possibly could she sped down the bustling sidewalk of the big city.