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  IT SEEMED THAT EVERYONE was holding their breath at that moment, anticipating what Wyatt would say. The shock on his face morphed into a sinister smile. "Well, I'll be happy to," He snapped his fingers and the men holding Rosalie began dragging her towards the armoured truck.

"No!" Yelena shouted, trying to run to her, but Rosalie shook her head. As much as Yelena disliked it, this, in one way or another, was the plan. The camera hidden within Rosalie's vest was recording a feed directly linked to Steve, Nat, and Sam. Wyatt had already incriminated himself, it was just a matter of getting the video to someone she could trust.

As Yelena backed off, Wyatt smirk. "That's right. Run along, Belova, and I'll choose to ignore that you were here."

"You will never get away with this," Yelena growled, her eyes narrowed to slits.

"Oh," Wyatt faked pouted, tilted his head like some innocent puppy. "I already have," He turned to the soldiers, eyes locking with Rosalie's. "It's time to go. Hurry and load her up!"

Rosalie held her head high as she was pulled painfully towards the armoured truck."I'll see you soon!" She called to Yelena, smiling wide. She could show no fear to Wyatt or Yelena for that matter. She had to be fearless, strong, even if deep within her, she was utterly terrified. She was ruffly pushed into the back of the truck and two men joined her. Before the doors closed, she caught one last sight of Yelena, standing alone, tears running down her face. Silly girl, Rosalie shook her head. This was all part of the plan.

  Yelena watched as the truck, followed by four cars left the plaza. Yes, the plan was for Rosalie to be taken, but it was also the riskiest part. There was no guarantees that she would be safe without any of the others to protect her. And yes, Yelena knew she was more than capable to take care of herself, but the thought of something happening because she wasn't there — it was too painful. Once the last car rounded the corner and disappeared, she took off running. "Irina!" She pressed down on her comms. "Meet me back at base!" It was the fastest she had ever ran. She didn't wait for Irina, she booked it up the twenty-plus flights of stairs and pounded on the door until Natasha opened in. "Let me see!" She pushed past her sister to the TV screen, where the feed Rosalie was broadcasting was showing.

"Yelena, calm down," Natasha told her sternly, leaving the door open as a tired Irina shuffled through. "She's fine."

"Her being kidnapped is not fine!" Yelena huffed as she sat squarely in front of the screen, legs crossed like a child.

"Rosalie wasn't kidnapped," Natasha sighed, walking up behind her. "She went willingly, as part of the plan."

"This plan sucks," Yelena crossed her arms, eyes glued to the TV. "She could get hurt, or worse and I'm not there to..." She stopped herself, feeling her emotions begin to teeter on the edge, preparing to overflow. "You know what I mean."

Natasha sighed softly, sitting down next to her younger sister and placing a caring hand on her knee. "Yelena, look at me," She asked softly. Yelena didn't move. Natasha huffed. "Yelena, you are not a child, stop acting like one. Look at me,"

Yelena groaned and rolled her head to look at Natasha. "What?"

"I have someone on the inside at the CIA," Natasha told her slowly. "Marcus Beck. He will call us with hourly updates when she arrives at headquarters."

"Really?" Yelena perked up.

Natasha laughed, shaking her head. "Yes, malen'kiy," Little one. She ruffled Yelena's hair and stood. "Will you keep watch?" She pointed to the TV.

Yelena nodded curtly, trying to hide her smile as she returned to watching Rosalie's live feed. She was still in the truck, but there was movement.

  "Hey, girl!" Rosalie clenched her teeth as the younger soldier called her once again. She didn't move, keeping her head on the wall of the truck — the uncomfortable bumping was better than having to talk to the buffoons watching her. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" Rosalie's eyes moved slightly, watching him from their corners. The older soldier next to him wasn't looking at her or him. Rosalie knew he didn't give a shit about her, he was in the pocket of Wyatt, he was paid not to. When he saw her eyes on him, the young guard smirked. "There you go! That wasn't so hard," He spoke to her like she was a baby or a dog.

Rosalie gritted her teeth and fully turned to him. "Don't speak to me like that."

His eyes widened slightly — he wasn't expecting her to talk. "Oh? Like what?" He leaned forward, a disgustingly amused smirk on his face.

Rosalie scrunched up her nose. He smelt terrible, like he hadn't showered in days and only used spray-on deodorant. "Like I'm a child. I'm your superior and you should address me as such." She knew it was hopeless, that giving him a reaction only excited him, but her pride had been bruised more than once — she didn't care.

There was a new voice, a deep laugh. "In case you hadn't noticed, sweetheart, you're an enemy of the state." Rosalie looked to the older soldier, whose head was now facing them.

She scoffed. "I'm cuffed and in the back of an armoured truck...I think I noticed. But it would do him some right to learn respect," She sneered at the young man. After that, she was done talking. Every jab the boy threw at her, Rosalie ignored. She was over it, over him. She just wanted to get to headquarters and soon the nightmare would be over.

When the truck finally stopped, Rosalie was escorted onto the plane tarmac and into the waiting jet. The flight, six hours total, was brutal. She wasn't allowed to move or speak, so when they finally landed in the United States, she was relieved to stretch her legs. But again, it wouldn't be for long. As she stretched out her back and thighs, she was pushed forward ruffly. "Whoops," Wyatt walked past her with a smirk.

Her anger bubbled as she couldn't wait for him to get what was coming. A large, black SUV pulled up and two men stepped out — one around Rosalie's age and one that she didn't think she'd see ever again. "Killian..." Wyatt's brother. He strutted up to his sibling and they hugged, while the other man approached Rosalie. "Ms. Mai. I'm Agent Beck. I'll be escorting you back to headquarters for questioning, along with Agent Foster."

"Great," Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Let's just get this over with."

"Wonderful," Agent Beck turned to the soldiers behind her. "I can take this from here," He shooed them away, softly taking Rosalie's bound wrists and leading her to the SUV. As he opened the back and allowed her in, he lowered his voice. "I'm on your side, Ms. Mai. I'll be giving hourly updates to Ms. Romanoff, and unfortunately, I have to take the camera now."

Rosalie's hand immediately covered the lens of the camera. "Wait-"

"We don't have time to wait!" Beck huffed. "Please...you have to trust me," As they stared at each other, Rosalie debated the variables in her mind. All she had was Agent Beck's word, but then again, he knew about the video, no one but the friends she left behind knew. She sighed shakily, finally breaking eye contact. "Fine," She huffed, quickly detaching the hidden camera and placing it in his palm.

Agent Beck stopped her hand, holding within his own. "Thank you," He said with utmost sincerity. By the look in his eyes, Rosalie knew she made the right choice. He pulled his hands away and slammed the door shut. Rosalie slumped in her seat and it suddenly felt like the world was crushing her. She had joined the CIA to help people not just in her country, but all over the world and because she was good at her job and some asshole got power-hungry, she might be going on trial for crimes she didn't commit.

The door beside her opened and Agent Beck got in. Relief flooded through her at the sight of Killian Foster getting in the front seat without even acknowledging her. The car started up silently and the drive began. Rosalie thought it would be semi-peaceful, until Killian opened his big stupid mouth. "I imagined you'd one day end up behind bars, Ms. Mai. Did you know that?"

Rosalie rolled her eyes slow and deliberate. "No, obviously not, Killian," She scoffed.

He chortled, amused. "You're so cute when you're angry. Like a little kitten,"

Rosalie raised in her seat, blood boiling — Killian knew how to push her buttons. Agent Beck was quick to grab her arm, stopping her. "Agent Foster, be professional. She may be a criminal but she is also a colleague."

"Yes, yes. My apologies, Marcus," Killian bowed, refacing the front. "I will keep my mouth shut."

Marcus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Thank you, Agent Foster," He sighed once again and turned to Rosalie. Slowly, he pushed her back down into her seat, shaking his head. Rosalie understood every word he was trying to tell her, even without speaking. She nodded, sighed, and rolled her head to watch the passing trees and bushes.

The real nerves didn't hit Rosalie until they starting pulling up to headquarters. She saw the large grey building and it filled her with dread and fear. Once they had parked, Marcus pulled her softly out of the car, but as they began walking towards the security door, Killian stepped in. "Hold it, Beck," He placed his hand out. "If you don't mind, I would like the honours of escorting this traitor inside." His eyes connect with Rosalie's as he smirked.

Marcus paused for a moment, but he knew he had to allow Killian to do this. If he didn't, it would be suspicious and ultimately could lead to him being caught. "Be my guest," He stepped aside, handing Rosalie's cuffed wrists to him.

The soft hold Marcus had in her now was painfully tight. "Into purgatory we go," Killian chuckled darkly as he walked Rosalie through the big white security doors. Marcus followed close behind as she was led to an interrogation room and cuffed to the table. "You should get comfortable. Your lawyer won't be here for a couple of hours.

"Lawyer?" Rosalie asked in disbelief. She didn't think she would be getting one.

Marcus stepped forward. "A man heard about your case and stepped up to represent you. I think his name is...Matthew Murdock? He and his business partner should be here soon..." Marcus glared at Killian. "Anyways, I've been assigned to your case, so I'll be coming by every now and then."

"Good. Thank you," Rosalie nodded. She could feel Killian's eyes burning into her as she watched Marcus. "Could I have a moment alone?" She looked between the two men.

"Of course," Marcus nodded. As he moved to leave, Killian stayed. Home gritted his teeth and pulled the older man's shoulder. "Agent Foster...she wants to be alone."

Killian huffed and rolled his eyes and without a word, pushed past Marcus and stormed off. Marcus gave Rosalie one final smile before shutting the door and finally, after hours upon hours, she finally had a small moment to herself. She rested her head on the metal table and sighed, wondering what Yelena was doing, if she and Irina were okay. Did Melina and Alexei meet up with the group? If they did, she would be sad to miss the Red Guardian and Captain America meet. It would be a long few hours, even days until her name would be cleared, but she was willing to wait for however long it took.

AUTHORS NOTE
AHHHHH! 4k!! This is absolutely crazy thank you!! Here's a sweet little chapter for you all!