Chapter 7

Rosie stood in the tower living room panting. The lights were flickering on and off. She was in her S.H.I.E.L.D uniform and it was splattered with blood. Around her the disembodied parts of Tony, Pepper, her friend Fabien, Thor, Steve, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Mello, Fury, Hill, Jane and Darcy lay on the floor. That's when she noticed she was holding her Katanas and they were soaked in blood, their blood. She dropped them on the ground and stumbled backwards her hand over her mouth.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, I didn't… I couldn't…" she muttered as she stared at the parts of everyone one she has cared about the most tears streaming down her face.

"Oh but you did," someone cackled. Rosie's heads snapped up only to see Loki. Her heart seemed to stop.

"You! You made me do this!" she chocked and stumbled back into the wall.

"Oh but that's the glorious part. This was all you, all I had to do was watch," he hissed, "How many more people will you hurt?"

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up."

"You've hurt them all. Stark, Pepper, Thor, Captain America, the monster, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Mello, Colson the list goes on."

"SHUT UP! I DIDN'T KILL THEM! I DIDN'T!"

"But you did and now you can be with them. Time to pay for your sins whilst you're soaked in their blood. You're no better than those pathetic assassins and now you'll meet the same fate." Without a second thought he plunged his sceptre in her chest.

Rosie flew up in her bed drenched in her own sweet. She was fighting to hold back a scream when her checks puffed out and her hand flew to her mouth. She jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom and knelt down beside the toilet and started throwing up everything she has eaten over the past few days. Her arms were wrapped around the toilet as she put all her weight on it.

"It was just a nightmare… it's over… I'm ok… everyone's ok…" she repeated over and over again once she had finished throwing up. The nightmare got to her more than any other one she's had since the invasion. She lent her head back against the cool tile her knees up to her chest. She needed to get this sorted out insomnia was nothing to ignore. It all started three days after the invasion… the first one was not that bad just snipes of the worst parts, she was able to deal with that. They didn't make her scream, they didn't make her throw up, she could get back to sleep. But then a month after the invasion they really started to kick in, every night was a different one, every night they got worse. Now she wakes up screaming or needing to throw up unable to get back to sleep she usually gets changed and heads down to the gym, the training rooms, the labs or just walks round New York helplessly. After forcing her weak legs to get up she looked at her sorry state. A sigh escaped her as she turned on the water, cleaned her face and brushed her teeth.

"Miss Stark? Do you want me to get Mr or Mrs Stark?" J.A.R.V.I.S's quiet voice broke through the eerie silence. Her eyes feel to the floor what was she doing with herself?

"No." she whispered her forehead against the mirror and her eyes closed, "J.A.R.V.I.S what time is it?"

"3:30am Miss." Rosie groaned, half an hour's sleep, pathetic, "Who else is up? If there is anybody which I highly doubt…"

"Miss Lewis is up Miss. Do you want me to ask if you can visit her floor?"

"If she's not trying to sleep… sure."

"Miss Lewis says is acceptable for you to visit or as she said 'course she can send the little un down.'" Rosie snorted before walking out her room and towards the lift. The doors slid open to the guest floor that Darcy stays in when she's in the tower to the sound of muffled voices. With fists clenched she walked into Darcy's bedroom only to see her sitting up in bed watching Titanic completely oblivious to Rosie's presence.

"That's a very cheery film Darcy," Rosie smirked leaning against the door frame. Darcy jumped before realising it was Rosie.

"Shut up I like it, it's a good film!" Darcy protested.

"I never said it wasn't I'm just sayin' it's pretty depressing," she looked over at the film which was at the part where Jack stops Rose from jumping off of the Titanic.

"Well?" Rosie raised an eyebrow at Darcy, well what? "Are you coming over and watch this with me or are you just going to stand there like an idiot?" After deciding she wasn't an idiot she walked over to the bed. Darcy lifted up the cover to protect her against the cold December night they may be inside but it was absolutely freezing! Glad for the covers warmth Rosie sunk into the pillow and turned her attention to the film. Titanic wasn't really her kind of film she was more of an Action kind of person (personally she would have chosen one of the Mission: Impossible films, one of the Harry Potters or one of the James Bonds) but she was here for the company.

"Why are you up?" Darcy tore her eyes from the screen to stare at Rosie.

"I should ask the same thing," Rosie chirped.

"I asked first."

"I couldn't sleep…" Rosie's eyes fell from Darcy to the sheets. Darcy raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"At lest you tried! I've been watching films since eleven yesterday morning," Darcy laughed as she reached for the bowl beside her that used to be full of popcorn, "I need more popcorn! But I can't be bothered… Rosie." Rosie took one look at Darcy's face and laughed.

"No." she managed to push the words out, "Get off your ass and get your own." Darcy pulled herself out the bed and grudgingly went to the small, under stocked kitchen in her apartment. Minutes later she came back with a bowl full of popcorn.

"Want some?" she shoved a handful in her mouth.

"No I'm ok I don't like popcorn."

"You strange person."

Rosie was sitting in one of the many empty floors in the tower leaning against the floor to ceiling window watching the city bellow. It was seven o'clock in the evening and she just couldn't bring herself to see any of the team, Jane, Darcy, Fabien and Mello (even if she did come back from Asgard which she hasn't) she's even missed out on lunch and tea to stay away from them all. The only contact she's had with anyone all day was with Darcy. She refused to let anyone into the floor she was on- sometimes it was better if she just shut everyone out. The next thing she knew was that she felt a presence behind her she didn't turn around though she didn't want to see anyone.

"Go away." She said bluntly but the person didn't move in fact they came closer and sat down right in front of her. This time she did look up only to see Steve.

"Rosie why are you avoiding us?" Steve asked, "Darcy said she saw you this morning but no one else has seen you since, what's wrong?" Rosie didn't answer she didn't even make eye contact.

"Rosie. Talk to me, talk to someone what's got to you?" Steve tried again.

"Look nothing's wrong Steve I just want to be left alone."

"I didn't fight with J.A.R.V.I.S for an hour and a half just to be told to go away Rosie. What's really wrong?"

"NOTHING STEVE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Pepper told me about your nightmare." Rosie froze, great, just bloody brilliant.

"That clipe!"

"I don't know what you just said but is it nightmares Rosie?" he lent forward to put a hand out to her shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" she cried and as soon the words were out she instantly regretted it and wished she could take it back. Hurt flashed across his eyes and his hand froze halfway to her shoulder.

"Steve-"

"If you want to talk to someone you can come to me but I won't force you." He got up at walked out the empty room she watched him leave. She wanted to say something, she really did but they wouldn't understand. She brought her legs closer up to her chest, rested her forehead on her knees and cried into her legs. Her whole body shook she's messed up, she's messed up big time and now she's messing up her 'family' as well. She's starting to think she's dug a hole too deep that she won't be able to get out of.