Sorry I kept you hanging but this has been one hell of a busy week... I know this is a bit of a cheesy chap but pretty soon all hell'll brake lose.
Chapter 29
Rosie froze. Was it him? It can't be him? He's dead. But it looks so much like him. It sounds so much like him. It can't be him, can it? Her team are still behind her, she needs to be careful how she plays it out.
"Hello Rosie," Coulson smiled. That's all it took for Rosie to snap. She punched him in the face as hard as she could. Rosie watched Coulson fall to the floor before storming out. She heard her team call after her but that didn't stop her; she just stormed out the hanger. It's safe to say that she didn't handle that well and her team are going to remember this until she dies. She wasn't too sure what to feel, she didn't know whether to cry, to feel happy, to be relieved but she did know what she did feel, angry. If that really was him how could they hide a thing like that from her, from all of them? If that wasn't him who was sick enough to do that? Agents ran out her way as she stormed through the corridors, she was building quite a reputation for herself; she was nearly as feared as the Black Widow when she was in a mood, nearly. Before Rosie knew what she was going to do she walked into Coulson's office and slammed the door closed behind her. As soon as the door she started pacing the room whilst ranting in Russian.
"Это был не он. Это не могло. Он мертв. Он скончался в больнице. Это был кто-то, одетый как его. Нет. Никто не в том, что жестоко. Это могло бы быть Мистика! Нет, она не знает о Коулсон ... Это был намек! Это был Локи! Он играет со мной злую шутку! Вот и все!" (It wasn't him. It couldn't. He's dead. He died in hospital. It was someone dressed up as him. No. No one is that cruel. It could have been Mystique! No she doesn't know about Coulson... It was an allusion! It was Loki! He's playing tricks on me! That's it!) she ranted frantically still pacing.
That was not me. Loki's voice came into her head.
"Хорошо." (Okay) She squeaked, "Я схожу с ума. Нет, я не сошел с ума. То могло означать только одно ... О, Боже. Это действительно была его." (I'm going insane. No I'm not insane. That could only mean... Oh god. It really was him) Rosie backed into the wall and slid down it until she hit the ground. She brought her knees up to her chest, put her hands over her eyes and cried. The sobs shook her body making her unwillingly drop her guard. So much so she didn't notice the door open or the person standing in the doorway. The person stood there and watched her cry eventually deciding it was time to go in. They slipped in, closed the door behind them and sat now next to her. It was only then she noticed the person and she silently cursed herself for being so stupid. Rosie lifted her head only to see Coulson beside her. He looked at her with sorrow in his eyes as she tried to regain her breathing but in the end she just gave up.
"Is i-it r-reall-y yo-u?" she choked. Coulson nodded slowly.
"Yes Rosie, it's really me," Coulson looked at her before deciding to answer her unasked question, "I was dying from my wounds but instead of putting you all through the pain of me probably dying twice I told Fury to say I was dead until we knew for sure that I would live. I never could have imagined the effect it would have on you, all of them."
"I watched you die over and over again… it killed me inside. It took like three months for Clint and Natasha to get back to normal and I'm only just starting to. Why didn't you just tell us?"
"I don't know…" Coulson told her honestly, "I just thought it would be best for everyone." Rosie through her arms around him and rest her head on his chest. Coulson's breath hitched in his throat at her sudden actions.
"I missed you," she whispered into his chest.
Rosie walked out of his office around an hour later. Coulson would go back to being her handler and he would go back to being Clint's and Natasha's as well. Still slightly in shock Rosie ran her hand through her hair and laughed softly before walking along the hall in a world of her own. Rosie went to go find Bobbie the Bitch Morse as soon as she was back to the real world, she may hate Bobbie but she needs a lift home. Eventually when she did find Bobbie she needed to threaten her into giving her a lift to the ground base in New York. Bobbi did agree and lead her to a Quinn Jet. When the jet landed Rosie walked right out the base and to the tower now in her civilian clothes. After the palm scans and the retinal scans and the code Rosie walked through the tower lobby and over to the lift. The lift took her up to the main floor and as soon as she stepped out Pepper locked her in a hug and started kissing her face.
"Oh my baby you're ok!" she smiled kissing her daughters face.
"Mum…" Rosie cringed in her arms.
"I'm just glad you're ok, everyone's in the screening room we're just about to start the movie marathon on you go I'll be through in a minute," Pepper told her realising her from the hug. Rosie nodded and walked to the screening room. Once inside she found the couch Tony was on and walked over to it. She sat down on the couch, brought her knees up to her chest and buried into his side.
"Hey kiddo," he smiled before kissing the top of her forehead and wrap his arm around her protectively.
"Hey Dad…" she yawned.
"Tired?" he asked sweetly, only the other towers inhabitants got to see this side of Tony, the real one. Rosie nodded and buried further into him.
"Go to sleep, you're safe here," he told her quietly.
"M'okay," she mumbled as she slowly fell to sleep. Not long after Pepper came in and sat down beside Tony. About half way through the film Pepper fell asleep against him and then Tony drifted off too with his other arm around Pepper. Jane seeing this and not wanting to miss the opportunity jumped out of Thor's arms and ran out the room. She came back a couple of minutes later a camera in hand. A smile creped onto her face as she took a picture of the Starks. At the moment they were probably the happiest family in the world, even if they were asleep.
