Chapter 2: Imprisonment pt. 2
Rosalie sat in her cell, her mind wandering. She'd been in solitary confinement since the moment she'd been brought back to America, being immediately placed in their highest security prison.
The one thing Rosalie did whenever she was in her cell was think, though. It gave her a chance to go over all the things she remembered since leaving HYDRA. She wanted to make sure she didn't forget a single moment of the memories she regained. It was important to her, more important, in a way, than whether she were to be found guilty of her crimes.
Rosalie wanted to remember her friendship to Steve Rogers, her marriage to Bucky, the way her life was before HYDRA took it all away. Sometimes Rosalie found herself having moments where she struggled to remember certain things, which she was terrified of. She didn't want to forget anything, not again. So, before she'd be taken out of her cell for any kind of questioning or mental evaluation, she'd go over everything she remembered in the two years of freedom she had.
In high school, she became friends with Bucky and Steve.
She was only a year younger than Bucky.
A couple years after graduating high school, Bucky and Rosalie started dating.
On Christmas Eve, they got married.
They were only able to enjoy a little over a year of the married life before the war started.
Only a couple months into working in the early days of SHIELD, everything else after that became a jumble.
Rosalie Joy knew certain things she did while she was under HYDRA's command. But other things were a little fuzzier. Of all the things she remembered, though, while HYDRA was controlling her, was all the victims she killed over the years. Rosalie had the misfortune of having to remember every single victim—their terrified faces were burnt into her memory; that was something she could never have wiped away. Innocent men and women who had done nothing wrong, they just stood in the way of HYDRA's advancements.
Maybe you deserve to be locked up, she thought solemnly. It might be able to bring justice to all those families who lost loved ones because of you. It'll be better that way.
Her eyes lowered just a fraction.
Would her just simply being locked up bring peace to the families she ruined? Some of the inmates had relatives or loved ones who'd been murdered at her hand. What would they think? She swallowed thickly. She'd been put in solitary confinement in hopes of stopping any kind of fighting between herself and the other inmates. But if she were found guilty of over seventy years of murder, would they keep her in solitary?
They shouldn't, her mind screamed. You don't deserve any kind of special treatment. You're a murderer. You deserve whatever they can dish out. Don't even think of fighting back, either. You don't deserve any mercy.
Bucky paced his cell anxiously. His thoughts were being inhabited with the worries of how his wife were doing. He wished he'd be able to see her, just so he could see if she was doing OK. But he couldn't. Bucky and Rosalie were to remain separate until the day of their trial. No contact at all. His stomach knotted up anxiously. He almost felt nauseas.
The trial.
Bucky felt a weight drop on his shoulders. What would happen to him and Rosalie? Would they be cleared from their mental evaluation? The woman—Georgette—hadn't come back to resume the rest of the evaluation, or if she had, she was working on Rosalie. The weight felt even heavier. He swallowed thickly.
Rubbing his face, Bucky tried calming himself down. Whenever he got himself worked up, his bionic arm tended to get a little antsy.
Just keep calm, OK? he reminded himself. Whatever happens happens. Don't get yourself all worked up over this.
Running his hands through his hair, Bucky let out a frustrated sigh, a near borderline growl.
Everything would work itself out in the end, right?
He closed his eyes, hoping that something would answer his pleas and make the whole ordeal go by quicker.
Author's Note:
Hey-yo, everybody! Sorry for the short chapter, but here it is. Let me know what you think of this chapter, OK? It's important I get some kind of feedback from you guys. I'd like to know what your ideas are on future updates, though this story won't be super long.
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