I currently have exams so I might not be able to reply to any ongoing rps!! I'll do my best to not dissapear for a full month (again) but i cant promise anything,, yikes
"Graveyards full, we're running out of dirt"
. "But we can use the bones to build another church"
Adam Wolfsmann
.age: 52 .height: 6'0" .nationality: german ???
biggest douchebag you'll ever meet. High ranking Hydra agent and asset handler, and Overseer of the Manufactured Immortality experiment.
IF ANYTHING I SAY (WHETHER IN CHARACTER OR NOT) MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!
Adam is a mutant who can mimic voices and sounds (like a parrot :D) (he rarely does it) when test is in red it is because he is mimicing someones voice?
He's also suprisingly strong for his age, and looks a little younger then he actually is (he mightt or might not have done some experiments on himself when he was younger)
He also has a lot of internalized(?) mutantphobia, specifically towards mutants with visible mutations (kind of like some more straigh passing queer folk hate on more outwardly queer people)
friends/family:
Son: @fenrisslokison
(msg to be added/talk abt possible character relations ^^)
rp starters and questions are welcome in the ask box!
OPEN STARTERS
fucked up face
torture session with adam!! yipee!!
vros freaking out yikes
pinterest board
Toyhouse profile (Not up to date)
more info!!
mun: https://gasmaskswag.straw.page/
mun's note: IM DYSLEXIC!! I WILL MISSPELL THINGS!! I AM SORRY!!
no nsfw!! suggestive/lewd jokes are fine, and will be made. but no erp !!
hes got a nasty scar across his face that @fenrisslokison gave him.
Also i've decided to put a pinglist here to make it easier to keep track of and just copy paste into a post when i need to. lmk if you want to be removed or added!!
i basically just add ppl ive rped with,, again if u wanna be removed just ask!!
.timeline: any .tw: abuse. alcoholism. substance abuse.
Adams office was a mess. Paper work and documents strewn across the floor and various pills scattered on his desk. His head swam from a mix of alcohol and drugs and the lights were dimmed in a desperate attempt to make his head ache dull. A headache he had brought on by mixing alcohol and pills that probably shouldnt be mixed. But he had bigger things to worry about.
Something had gone wrong, someone had escaped. It was Adams fault, It was one of his assets. He had been in his office for days now, desperately looking for files, looking through any security cam footage he could get his hands on. Anything to find the bastard, so he could bring it back home. He was panicking, he was paranoid, and the substances were his only way of coping with that. What if tbe asset came back for him? What if it killed him for what he had done? It didn't understand that his work was important.. that he was doing a good thing and that sometimes to do the good thing you must sacrifice some things in the process. It would kill him, surely.
He leaned against his desk and reached for a cigarette and his lighter. His hands shook as he lit the cigarette. He took a long drag of the cigarette, trying to relax. He was startled by a loud knock at the door, and almost dropped his cigarette. "What!?" He snapped as he looked at the door with his pupils blown wide. His hand instinctively went to the gun on his table. "Who is it?"
// hii ive kind of been gone for like a few weeks i think idk i have no sense of time,, im back maybe a bit,, yeah im making a new starter cuz i think this will give me more motivation to write yay!!
no the best thing ive ever written, sorry if its kind of shit lol,, yeahg
this is kind of supossed to be like younger adam,, like 35 or smth,,, but like anything works. also ur oc can be anythings here, a fellow member of HYDRA, the escaped asset, something else. like really anything is fine
Cecelia tilts her head when she stumbles upon the scene. Her mask is on and sheās a bit buzzed, but obviously not to the extent Adam is. āChristā¦ itās just me.ā She rolls her eyes. āWhat happened to you?ā
Adam didn't reply to the question "What do you want?" He snapped, clearly not keen on explaining his current situation. "Did Pierce send you to make sure my heart was still beating? Well it is, so you can fuck off back to your lab." He was being unnecessarily hostile.
Cecelia scoffs. āOh, drop it. I came by because I was bored.ā She sits beside him, rolling her eyes. She takes her mask off and offers it to him. āWant a hit of this shit too?ā
Adam didn't waste a second before snatching the mask from Cecelias grip and bringing it to his face. Normally he would he declined, probably been rude about it aswell, but he really just couldn't find it in him to care right now. Anything to help with his nerves would do, anything to make his hands stop shaking.
.timeline: any .tw: abuse. alcoholism. substance abuse.
Adams office was a mess. Paper work and documents strewn across the floor and various pills scattered on his desk. His head swam from a mix of alcohol and drugs and the lights were dimmed in a desperate attempt to make his head ache dull. A headache he had brought on by mixing alcohol and pills that probably shouldnt be mixed. But he had bigger things to worry about.
Something had gone wrong, someone had escaped. It was Adams fault, It was one of his assets. He had been in his office for days now, desperately looking for files, looking through any security cam footage he could get his hands on. Anything to find the bastard, so he could bring it back home. He was panicking, he was paranoid, and the substances were his only way of coping with that. What if tbe asset came back for him? What if it killed him for what he had done? It didn't understand that his work was important.. that he was doing a good thing and that sometimes to do the good thing you must sacrifice some things in the process. It would kill him, surely.
He leaned against his desk and reached for a cigarette and his lighter. His hands shook as he lit the cigarette. He took a long drag of the cigarette, trying to relax. He was startled by a loud knock at the door, and almost dropped his cigarette. "What!?" He snapped as he looked at the door with his pupils blown wide. His hand instinctively went to the gun on his table. "Who is it?"
// hii ive kind of been gone for like a few weeks i think idk i have no sense of time,, im back maybe a bit,, yeah im making a new starter cuz i think this will give me more motivation to write yay!!
no the best thing ive ever written, sorry if its kind of shit lol,, yeahg
this is kind of supossed to be like younger adam,, like 35 or smth,,, but like anything works. also ur oc can be anythings here, a fellow member of HYDRA, the escaped asset, something else. like really anything is fine
Cecelia tilts her head when she stumbles upon the scene. Her mask is on and sheās a bit buzzed, but obviously not to the extent Adam is. āChristā¦ itās just me.ā She rolls her eyes. āWhat happened to you?ā
Adam didn't reply to the question "What do you want?" He snapped, clearly not keen on explaining his current situation. "Did Pierce send you to make sure my heart was still beating? Well it is, so you can fuck off back to your lab." He was being unnecessarily hostile.
Destiny knocks softly on the door before poking his head into the room. "Mr. Adam, Sir? Are you busy?"
@whiteliesblacklips
Adam looked up from what he had been looking at, some files he had been told to read through for whatever reason, and raised an eyebrow as he saw Destiny by the door "What do you need?"
Destiny swallows and steps farther into the room, praying that Adam was in a good mood. "Could you please help me with my wings? I think they're molting."
"Molting?" Adam echoed, and furrowed his brow as he glanced over at Destinys wings "And theres really no one else you can bother about this?" He said, but there was no real bite to his words.
Destiny shakes his head. There had been, but he wanted Adam. It was instinctive, a bond that he couldn't resist. As if some small bird part of him still wanted to see the agent as a mama bird. "No, sir. I'm sorry."
For a second Adam looked like he was about to tell Destiny to go find someone else to ask for help, but instead he just sighed "Fine, come here." He said, and beckoned Destiny over with a wave of his hand.
Adams nose wrinkled as he got a better look a Destinys molting. He had always found it such a disgusting sight, both on birds and on mutants. Of course Destiny had just started molting, so it wasn't that bad yet. He brushed his hands against the feathers and tipped his head "Have you showered yet? I think washing your wings could help."
"I can try..." Destiny decides not to point out that no accommodation had been made for him as his wings had grown, and washing them was very difficult. "Sorry for bothering you, sir."
"It's fine. Helping you won't disrupt my work too much." He said, as he combed his fingers through the feathers. "But just this once, got it? I can't make a habit of helping you with things you should be bale to do on your own."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!" He tips his head back to smile over his shoulder at the older agent. "Oh, and I found almost all the reports you were looking for. I'm just missing the last two years of the experiment. I think they were completed at a different facility."
"Oh, Thank you." The words slipped out before Adam could think. Agents and officers werent supossed to thank those below them, It was a sign of weakness, atleast in his eyes. But he didn't bother to correct himself, he just cleared his throat and continued "When you do get those last files, which im expection you to, you can let me know." He said, as he continued to clean and comb through Destinys wings.
"Yes, sir." Destiny was so happy he felt he could pop. Adam had thanked him! "I'll talk to pe-ow-people about transferring files to I can comb through them. Is there anything else you would like me to keep an eye out for while I'm at it?"
"Hmm." Adams hands paused for a second as he thought about it "I'm trying to gather all the files about the M.I. Experiments." He said thoughtfully "So see if you can find any of those."
Adam continues combing through Destinys feathers. He was only half paying attention to whatever the kid was talking about. It was a suprisingly calm moment. Those were rare at HYDRA.
"So then he asked me where I lived, I didn't actually tell him of course, but like he was totally a stalker- Sir? Do you have any lovers? I bet you get lots. You are very handsome."
Adam furrowed his brow in confustion, only really registering half of the sentance at first "No of course not-" It was only half a lie, but he was more focused on the other part to elaborate "Wait what- Who asked you that. When?" He felt a wave of concern and then a wave of disgust. Not disgust at what Destiny had said, nor the potential implications, but disgust at his own emotion. He couldn't belive he was actually worried about someone like Destiny.
"A college student, I think. Theadore, or something. I was in town with Petrov." He doesn't seem to see what might be wrong with someone college aged asking him where he lived. The way he called the man a stalker was far too casual. "Why don't you have any lovers?"
Adam was quiet for a bit and his hands stilled on the wings before he spoke again "Well, I have a wife I guess." He shrugged as if he had almost forgotten of her existence. "The guy, Theadore, do you remember the name of the town he was from, or do i have to ask Petrov about that?" He asked, as his hands began moving again. He had expected to have the next few days free, but it was unlikely that he might just happen to have some buisness in the town Destiny had mentioned.
"A wife?!" That wasn't the kind of thing Destiny imagined was easy to forget. Maybe she was at home and Adam never went there anymore. Or it was arranged. He'd heard of that. "Theadore? Uh....well, he must have been going to Ather University. At least, that was the closest college. Petrov might know more. I don't know."
"Right." Adam filled the information away in his brain before turning back to the other topic "Yes. A wife. She lives in Germany." He said "Are you suprised?"
"Miss her?" Adam echoed and for a second he sounded like he was about the laugh, but simply sighed and shook his head instead "I think i used to, back when i just met her. Every second away from her was like torture." He shrugged "But i get bored of people quickly."
"Oh." He'd definitely misunderstood how relationships work. Then a second thought occured to him. A much more concerning one. He looks back, eyes wide. "Will you....are you bored of me?"
"Of course not." He said and untangled one hand from the kids wings to ruffle his hair "And it'll stay that way as long as you listen to me and do as i say."
"Good." He quickly pulled his hand back. He brought his hand back to comb through Destinys wings. HIs fingers snagged slightly on some tangled feathers.
Torture. Punishment. Discipline. That was what he was good at, or at least what HYDRA thought he was good at. So whenever there was an asset, or even an agent on rare occasion, acting out or disobeying they where sent to him for some... behavioural training.
And that was exactly what had happened to the sobbing mess on the floor infront of him. Bruised and bleeding and crying. His boot roughly connected with their side, "Stop crying, mutt. You deserve this." He snapped and took a slight step back as if the person on the ground was the most disgusting thing he knew "On your feet, now."
// woah.. mun is actually doing a starter????? thats crazy dude..
Shane immediately cried out in pain as the boot connected with his side, blood staining his lips as he coughed almost certain his ribs were damaged due to the burning sensation everytime he breathed. Blood trickled down his chin as he stared up at the man pleading for him to just stop this torture already, shaking as his hands and lips trembled in seconds "you have.." he paused to capture his breath.
"You have the wrong guy...you fuck. " he said almost certain this guy was after his brother who was a gangster, or at least he believed he was. Being the younger of the two brothers he usually got involved in his brother's mess one too many times. "Please..fuck " he groaned leaning forward as tears stung his eyes
Adam scoffed as he crouched down next to Shane and fisted a gloved hand in the mans hair, wrenching this head back to glare directly at him. "Do i look like someone who fucking cares?" He snapped.
It didn't matter to him whether Shane was the right guy or not, he would get payed either way. Right now Shane was simply something for Adam to take his anger out on. A stress toy, some might say. And Adam was a very angry individual.
Shane felt his hair being tugged harshly as he glared at the unknown man, eyes glaring daggers into his soul. He returned said glare, bleeding from many areas as he struggled to breathe "you get off on punishing innocent people?" He said spitting blood onto the man as he shoved him off him. His brother was going to pay for this..if he got out of here alive. "Youre..youre after my brother. " he said whimpering whilst he cried looking like such a mess but he was innocent, he didnt deserve this.
He pushed and pushed but eventually collapsed to the ground, being so weak due to the blood loss that he could barely stand up for very long. " why..why me?" He spoke up sadly
"Quit your whining." Adam snapped. He still crouched besides Shane "And no. I dont get off on it." He answered Shanes question in a condescending tone. It was only partly a lie. He did enjoy it, though he would never refer to it as getting off.
Shane didnt know what to do. He was being beaten for something his own brother did, recieving the punishment he should be getting, shedding blood his brother should be splitting on the floor not him. He looked at the male softly his eyes looking filled with hatred "please..just let me go" he begged through deep breaths barely able to keep his eyes open due to the insane blood loss he was currently suffering from. His tears immediately slid down his cheek being evidently scared of this. What was going to happen to him?? What could they honestly do?? Why was he being punished.
Yes he may look like a blubbering mess but he was scared out of his mind "please..just please let me go " he cried begging silently
"I'm afraid i can't do that." Adam hummed as he stood up. He pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one, before looking down at Shane and taking a drag "Can't have you telling anyone about this, can I?" It was more or a statment then an actual question. He pulled another cigarette out of this box and held it down where Shane could reach it "So you might aswell get comfortable." His tone was sarcastic as he waited for Shane to take the cigarette.
Shane scoffed as he lay his head back blood trickling down his head "so youre going to torture the little brother of the guy you actually want? My brother is who you want hes the dodgy one. I stay out of his life..clearly not far enough "he mumbled so much annoyance crumbling through him along with pain. He grabbed the cigarette placing it between his lips "get comfortable? You gonna kill me?" He asked glaring up at the man who clearly didnt care whos blood he ended up with coating his hands.
"Maybe." Adam shrugged as he handed Shane a lighter "When i get bored of you i might." He said it as if he wasn't literally talking about takings someones life, "But until then i'll keep you alive. And i'll make sure its painful." He took a long drag of his cigarette, before breathing the smoke out through his nose.
Shane hummed lightly before he lit the cigarette allowing the smoke to cloud his lungs and the nicotine to hit him after days of being deprived of it. Shane wasnt a huge vivid smoker but if he was offered a cigarette he wasnt going to say no to it. He took a drag holding the stick between his fingers "so youre torturing an innocent person? I could literally get my brother here in seconds so you could punish him thr way he deserves. " he said glancing at him as he took another drag
"I guess.. but that would be soo much work, especially since i' already have've already give through all the effort to bring you here." He said, in an overly dramatic and mocking tone. "Besides, If my superiors find out i brought the wrong guy? They'd be pissed, to put it lightly. And i've already messed up one to many times for them to just let that slide." Adam paused and narrowed his eyes "So how about you corroborate a little and pretend to be your brother?"
Shane blew out the smoke between his lips as he scoffed. So the man was a fuck up already? He had done so much wrong? Makes sense. "Pretend to be my brother? Are you fucking for real? I wont tell your bosses or the police fuck all. My brother dragging me into his fucking shit again " he said breathing a little heavy as he was still trying to wrestle his injuries. Blood coated his left side of his head as he was a little dizzy. "Im a hockey player. What the hell could i do? I dont even know what my brother gets into nevermind pretend to be the asshole "
"Awh.." Adam seemed almost upset at Shanes denial. "But you're one of the fun ones! Who knows if your brother will be even half as entertaining as you.." He straightened his back slightly and rolled his shoulders before glancing towards the door "But i suppose it would be wise of me to go find your brother.. We'll have to eliminate him eventually anyways." He muttered thoughtfully, before glancing back at Shane "But i can't just let you leave either. You've seen to much and i can't trust you wont run to the police just because you said you wouldnt." he said, before taking a long drag of his cigarette "Such a shame. I guess i'll have to kill you." He breathed out the smoke.
Shane rolled his eyes guessing this would happen as he took another drag of the cigarette, watching the smoke trickle up into the air as he stared at him with those hazel brown eyes that could make anyone melt. He knew he would one day be brought into his brothers mess, that he would one day be hurt just like his brother deserved, anger coiling through his veins right now as he attempted to keep his cool. " why would I have the need to go to the police? They will just question why I was even here. Why i was involved in a dangerous gang. They would be more suspicious of me even if they went after you. " he said before glaring at the man " then at least do it now.. get it over and done with for gods sake. Im not here to be your torture mule "
"A gang?!" Adam echoed, completely ignoring everything else Shane had said "We are not just some pitiful gang" He sounded offended "We are so much more then that. Look around, does this look like a gang hideout to you???" He gestured around the cramped room. The floor was dirty and blood stained, rused pipes went along the walls and ceilings and it stank of vomit. Maybe that wasn't really helping his point. He sighed and shook his head "Nevermind." He grumbled, before finally replying to what Shane had actually said "Killing you already wouldn't be fun."
Shane tilted his head as he hummed ignoring the man at this point since he was evidently annoying him without a doubt. It was stupid how he was getting punished for his brothers wrongdoing. He looked around taking a good glance of the vile area before raising an eyebrow "not helping your case really are you? Looks exactly like what a gang place eould look like " he smirked shaking his head in amusement. "You find killing me fun? Glad to know i can entertain you. God ill kill my brother myself if I see the asshole for making me suffer in this shithole "
"Well you can only do that if you get out of here alive." Adam took one last drag of his cigarette before brining what was left of it down on Shane's forhead, putting it out against his skin, "Let's say i do let you live," He said as he flicked the cigarette bud on the ground "What would i get out of it? I mean other then potentially capturing the correct target.."
Shane cried out in agony as the man put the cigarette out upon his skin it being clear the pain was cursing through him, tears pricking at his eyes as he forced himself not to cry but it wasnt like he was the strongest person alive. He was at innocent person being tortured for something his brother did "ill give you all the money i have..100k..its my life savings but if it makes you fucking let me go ill lose it " he said having so much to live for he couldnt die here. He had a bright future gojng to university to become a doctor so he hoped the 100k would be made back easily q
Adam raised an eyebrow "Do i look like someone who needs money?" He tipped his head "But then again, 100K.. dollars i assume? How many euro is that.." He paused, seemingly doing that math in his head "That is a lot of money.." He muttered.
Shane glared at him it being the best he could do when he was in a shit load of pain looking so broken from the abuse he had gotten "it is..my entire life savings" he commented looking up at the male hoping he would just let him go already. He lay his head back biting his lip feeling how his body ached over and over again, tears in his eyes as the burning still cursed through him
"Hm.." Adam furrowed his brow thoughtfully before finally speaking "Alright. How about this, if you give me the money and help me find my actual target, your brother, I will maybe consider letting you live. Deal?"
"Fuck yes ill help you. I know most places my brother hides out and where he stays lingering like some type of bad smell. Ill help you find him " he said silently pleading to be let go. His eyes stayed glued upon the man though they trickled down to his lips which were cracked and needed care to them no doubt. God what was he thinking? He looked away quickly assessing the pain along with everything else
"Great! Let's get you cleaned up then. Can't have you bleeding all over the place." He roughly hauled Shane to his feet. It seemed like all hostility had evaporated all of a sudden.
Shane winced as he was helped to his feet being very much in pain but he was doing his best to breathe though it all, to not let it bother him as much. "Fuck you dont do your punishments by half's do you?" He said trying to joke but inside he was in a lot of mental and physical pain right now groaning in pain everytime he walked
"I don't get payed to do it by half's." Adam just shrugged and placed a hand on Shane's back, as if he was worried he wouldn't be able to keep his balance. He kept his hand on Shane's back as he began to guide the man towards the door.
Shane felt the males hand on his back which made him flinch deeply at first, mainly due to the previous torture and well he didnt fully trust this man whatsoever. He walked towards the door being thankful they could at least compromise on letting him go and planned to find his asshole of a brother. "Your lucky I dont punch you myself " he mumbled glancing at the man
"Sorry, what was that?" Adam glanced at Shane. He had absolutely heard what the younger man had said. He didn't wait for an answer before pulling out a key and unlocking the door. The hallway outside was equally as cold as the room. The walls and floor were pale concrete and the lights flickered slightly overheard. "This is the more weathered section of the facility." He said, as if he was embarressed at the state of the place he had been put in charge of.
"Right." He scoffed and stood up "So whats wrong with you?" Adam asked bluntly as he walked over to stand infront of Emilia "Nausea? Dizziness? Or something equally insignificant?" He crouched down infront of her "Go on. I don't have all day."
Adam seemed disinterested until Emilia mentioned the injection "Injection?" He echoed "Which one? Do you know what it was?" He didn't seem frantic or concerned, more so curious.
"Your file.." Adam echoed and turned to his computer, that he had precariously balanced near the edge of the table "Lets see." He said as he typed something in. "You should be grateful that Im taking time out of my day to deal with this." He muttered as he scrolled throught the file until he got to Emilias medical records.
.timeline: any .tw: abuse. alcoholism. substance abuse.
Adams office was a mess. Paper work and documents strewn across the floor and various pills scattered on his desk. His head swam from a mix of alcohol and drugs and the lights were dimmed in a desperate attempt to make his head ache dull. A headache he had brought on by mixing alcohol and pills that probably shouldnt be mixed. But he had bigger things to worry about.
Something had gone wrong, someone had escaped. It was Adams fault, It was one of his assets. He had been in his office for days now, desperately looking for files, looking through any security cam footage he could get his hands on. Anything to find the bastard, so he could bring it back home. He was panicking, he was paranoid, and the substances were his only way of coping with that. What if tbe asset came back for him? What if it killed him for what he had done? It didn't understand that his work was important.. that he was doing a good thing and that sometimes to do the good thing you must sacrifice some things in the process. It would kill him, surely.
He leaned against his desk and reached for a cigarette and his lighter. His hands shook as he lit the cigarette. He took a long drag of the cigarette, trying to relax. He was startled by a loud knock at the door, and almost dropped his cigarette. "What!?" He snapped as he looked at the door with his pupils blown wide. His hand instinctively went to the gun on his table. "Who is it?"
// hii ive kind of been gone for like a few weeks i think idk i have no sense of time,, im back maybe a bit,, yeah im making a new starter cuz i think this will give me more motivation to write yay!!
no the best thing ive ever written, sorry if its kind of shit lol,, yeahg
this is kind of supossed to be like younger adam,, like 35 or smth,,, but like anything works. also ur oc can be anythings here, a fellow member of HYDRA, the escaped asset, something else. like really anything is fine
Sienna flinched at his voice, her eyes shimmer as she felt his anxiety. The fear running though him hit her like a wall. At times Sienna hated being an empath.
"...It's Siren sir." She was assigned to help him find the asset at least. To keep him safe, she didn't mind that. Sienna was getting attached anyways- same cycle over and over again. Sienna waits until he responded, "Sir...may I come in...?"
Her boots rocked back and forth. Her curls swirled around as she grew quiet. She was worried for him- she shook the thought from her head.
"Oh-" He glanced around his office, his vision blurry. The files and the pills.. what would she think of him if she saw it? He pushed the thought down. It wasn't relevant what she thought, her opinion didn't matter, and yet Adam stilled pushed a hand through his hair, trying to make himself look somewhat presentable. "Come in.." His words were slurring slightly from the alcohol.
Sienna slips into the room, her curls swirl around her as she stays to the door. She took in the mess, seeing how it looked. But she didn't speak up, all she felt was worry for him. And that scares her, she actually was liking him...
"...Are you okay sir...?" She states softly, her hands fidget together as she wanted to help.
Adam felt a strange sense of relief at the sight of her face, even if he would never admit it. He didn't even know why. Maybe he had been half expecting to see the escaped asset, maybe he was just glad he didn't have to be alone with his own paranoid thought anymore.
"Im fine.." He scoffed "Why are you here?" It was a stupid question. He already knew why. She had been sent to help him.. or maybe keep an eye on him. Maybe make sure he didn't fuck up more then he already had. But that was a stupid drunken thought that he pushed down with another drag of his cigarette.
Sienna nods her head at this, she knows that was a lie. He knew her mutation, he knew she was the empath of Hydra. The Siren that was at their beck and call.
She softens a bit as she took a few steps forward. "Director Pierce wanted me to stay by your side during this... Said he didn't want you not well." Or in his words, to not fuck up anymore.
She knelt down by his chair. She stares up with those light brown eyes as she was quiet, she was there for anything he needed. Sadly in her mind, it was becoming more willingly. "What do you need at this moment...?"
Adam scoffed and shook his head "You're so full of shit." He said and turned his attention to the files on the table "Pierce didn't actually say that, did he?" He spoke in an accusatory tone and glared down at Sienna, pupils blown wide from the substances in his blood.
Adam didn't wait for Sienna to awnser, instead he gathered some of the files in a stack and handed them to Sienna. His hands shook slightly "Look through these. See if you can find anything that could lead us to the escaped asset. Anywhere they could have gone, any potential relationships and relatives." He had tried to look through the files on his own, but the alcohol and drugs did little to help him focus in anything, let alone the files.
Destiny knocks softly on the door before poking his head into the room. "Mr. Adam, Sir? Are you busy?"
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Adam looked up from what he had been looking at, some files he had been told to read through for whatever reason, and raised an eyebrow as he saw Destiny by the door "What do you need?"
Destiny swallows and steps farther into the room, praying that Adam was in a good mood. "Could you please help me with my wings? I think they're molting."
"Molting?" Adam echoed, and furrowed his brow as he glanced over at Destinys wings "And theres really no one else you can bother about this?" He said, but there was no real bite to his words.
Destiny shakes his head. There had been, but he wanted Adam. It was instinctive, a bond that he couldn't resist. As if some small bird part of him still wanted to see the agent as a mama bird. "No, sir. I'm sorry."
For a second Adam looked like he was about to tell Destiny to go find someone else to ask for help, but instead he just sighed "Fine, come here." He said, and beckoned Destiny over with a wave of his hand.
Adams nose wrinkled as he got a better look a Destinys molting. He had always found it such a disgusting sight, both on birds and on mutants. Of course Destiny had just started molting, so it wasn't that bad yet. He brushed his hands against the feathers and tipped his head "Have you showered yet? I think washing your wings could help."
"I can try..." Destiny decides not to point out that no accommodation had been made for him as his wings had grown, and washing them was very difficult. "Sorry for bothering you, sir."
"It's fine. Helping you won't disrupt my work too much." He said, as he combed his fingers through the feathers. "But just this once, got it? I can't make a habit of helping you with things you should be bale to do on your own."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!" He tips his head back to smile over his shoulder at the older agent. "Oh, and I found almost all the reports you were looking for. I'm just missing the last two years of the experiment. I think they were completed at a different facility."
"Oh, Thank you." The words slipped out before Adam could think. Agents and officers werent supossed to thank those below them, It was a sign of weakness, atleast in his eyes. But he didn't bother to correct himself, he just cleared his throat and continued "When you do get those last files, which im expection you to, you can let me know." He said, as he continued to clean and comb through Destinys wings.
"Yes, sir." Destiny was so happy he felt he could pop. Adam had thanked him! "I'll talk to pe-ow-people about transferring files to I can comb through them. Is there anything else you would like me to keep an eye out for while I'm at it?"
"Hmm." Adams hands paused for a second as he thought about it "I'm trying to gather all the files about the M.I. Experiments." He said thoughtfully "So see if you can find any of those."
Adam continues combing through Destinys feathers. He was only half paying attention to whatever the kid was talking about. It was a suprisingly calm moment. Those were rare at HYDRA.
"So then he asked me where I lived, I didn't actually tell him of course, but like he was totally a stalker- Sir? Do you have any lovers? I bet you get lots. You are very handsome."
Adam furrowed his brow in confustion, only really registering half of the sentance at first "No of course not-" It was only half a lie, but he was more focused on the other part to elaborate "Wait what- Who asked you that. When?" He felt a wave of concern and then a wave of disgust. Not disgust at what Destiny had said, nor the potential implications, but disgust at his own emotion. He couldn't belive he was actually worried about someone like Destiny.
"A college student, I think. Theadore, or something. I was in town with Petrov." He doesn't seem to see what might be wrong with someone college aged asking him where he lived. The way he called the man a stalker was far too casual. "Why don't you have any lovers?"
Adam was quiet for a bit and his hands stilled on the wings before he spoke again "Well, I have a wife I guess." He shrugged as if he had almost forgotten of her existence. "The guy, Theadore, do you remember the name of the town he was from, or do i have to ask Petrov about that?" He asked, as his hands began moving again. He had expected to have the next few days free, but it was unlikely that he might just happen to have some buisness in the town Destiny had mentioned.
"A wife?!" That wasn't the kind of thing Destiny imagined was easy to forget. Maybe she was at home and Adam never went there anymore. Or it was arranged. He'd heard of that. "Theadore? Uh....well, he must have been going to Ather University. At least, that was the closest college. Petrov might know more. I don't know."
"Right." Adam filled the information away in his brain before turning back to the other topic "Yes. A wife. She lives in Germany." He said "Are you suprised?"
"Miss her?" Adam echoed and for a second he sounded like he was about the laugh, but simply sighed and shook his head instead "I think i used to, back when i just met her. Every second away from her was like torture." He shrugged "But i get bored of people quickly."
"Oh." He'd definitely misunderstood how relationships work. Then a second thought occured to him. A much more concerning one. He looks back, eyes wide. "Will you....are you bored of me?"
"Of course not." He said and untangled one hand from the kids wings to ruffle his hair "And it'll stay that way as long as you listen to me and do as i say."
Torture. Punishment. Discipline. That was what he was good at, or at least what HYDRA thought he was good at. So whenever there was an asset, or even an agent on rare occasion, acting out or disobeying they where sent to him for some... behavioural training.
And that was exactly what had happened to the sobbing mess on the floor infront of him. Bruised and bleeding and crying. His boot roughly connected with their side, "Stop crying, mutt. You deserve this." He snapped and took a slight step back as if the person on the ground was the most disgusting thing he knew "On your feet, now."
// woah.. mun is actually doing a starter????? thats crazy dude..
Nichonne groaned, curling on herself on the floor. Everything had happened so fast; she was home alone, Fury had texted her that he was gonna be late because he had a meeting, and she thought about going out on her own for a walk.
Big mistake. While she was walking, her headphones on, she felt something hit her head, and then everything went black. Now, she woke up with a kick from someone she didn't recognize.
She tried to get up on her knees, spitting blood in the process
"I said get up" Adam grabbed the front of Nichonnes shirt and hauled her up to be standing. "Morning sunshine. I hope you slept well" He said in a mocking tone as he let go of her with a rough shove, half expecting her to double over and fall to the ground again.
Destiny knocks softly on the door before poking his head into the room. "Mr. Adam, Sir? Are you busy?"
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Adam looked up from what he had been looking at, some files he had been told to read through for whatever reason, and raised an eyebrow as he saw Destiny by the door "What do you need?"
Destiny swallows and steps farther into the room, praying that Adam was in a good mood. "Could you please help me with my wings? I think they're molting."
"Molting?" Adam echoed, and furrowed his brow as he glanced over at Destinys wings "And theres really no one else you can bother about this?" He said, but there was no real bite to his words.
Destiny shakes his head. There had been, but he wanted Adam. It was instinctive, a bond that he couldn't resist. As if some small bird part of him still wanted to see the agent as a mama bird. "No, sir. I'm sorry."
For a second Adam looked like he was about to tell Destiny to go find someone else to ask for help, but instead he just sighed "Fine, come here." He said, and beckoned Destiny over with a wave of his hand.
Adams nose wrinkled as he got a better look a Destinys molting. He had always found it such a disgusting sight, both on birds and on mutants. Of course Destiny had just started molting, so it wasn't that bad yet. He brushed his hands against the feathers and tipped his head "Have you showered yet? I think washing your wings could help."
"I can try..." Destiny decides not to point out that no accommodation had been made for him as his wings had grown, and washing them was very difficult. "Sorry for bothering you, sir."
"It's fine. Helping you won't disrupt my work too much." He said, as he combed his fingers through the feathers. "But just this once, got it? I can't make a habit of helping you with things you should be bale to do on your own."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!" He tips his head back to smile over his shoulder at the older agent. "Oh, and I found almost all the reports you were looking for. I'm just missing the last two years of the experiment. I think they were completed at a different facility."
"Oh, Thank you." The words slipped out before Adam could think. Agents and officers werent supossed to thank those below them, It was a sign of weakness, atleast in his eyes. But he didn't bother to correct himself, he just cleared his throat and continued "When you do get those last files, which im expection you to, you can let me know." He said, as he continued to clean and comb through Destinys wings.
"Yes, sir." Destiny was so happy he felt he could pop. Adam had thanked him! "I'll talk to pe-ow-people about transferring files to I can comb through them. Is there anything else you would like me to keep an eye out for while I'm at it?"
"Hmm." Adams hands paused for a second as he thought about it "I'm trying to gather all the files about the M.I. Experiments." He said thoughtfully "So see if you can find any of those."
Adam continues combing through Destinys feathers. He was only half paying attention to whatever the kid was talking about. It was a suprisingly calm moment. Those were rare at HYDRA.
"So then he asked me where I lived, I didn't actually tell him of course, but like he was totally a stalker- Sir? Do you have any lovers? I bet you get lots. You are very handsome."
Adam furrowed his brow in confustion, only really registering half of the sentance at first "No of course not-" It was only half a lie, but he was more focused on the other part to elaborate "Wait what- Who asked you that. When?" He felt a wave of concern and then a wave of disgust. Not disgust at what Destiny had said, nor the potential implications, but disgust at his own emotion. He couldn't belive he was actually worried about someone like Destiny.
"A college student, I think. Theadore, or something. I was in town with Petrov." He doesn't seem to see what might be wrong with someone college aged asking him where he lived. The way he called the man a stalker was far too casual. "Why don't you have any lovers?"
Adam was quiet for a bit and his hands stilled on the wings before he spoke again "Well, I have a wife I guess." He shrugged as if he had almost forgotten of her existence. "The guy, Theadore, do you remember the name of the town he was from, or do i have to ask Petrov about that?" He asked, as his hands began moving again. He had expected to have the next few days free, but it was unlikely that he might just happen to have some buisness in the town Destiny had mentioned.
"A wife?!" That wasn't the kind of thing Destiny imagined was easy to forget. Maybe she was at home and Adam never went there anymore. Or it was arranged. He'd heard of that. "Theadore? Uh....well, he must have been going to Ather University. At least, that was the closest college. Petrov might know more. I don't know."
"Right." Adam filled the information away in his brain before turning back to the other topic "Yes. A wife. She lives in Germany." He said "Are you suprised?"
"Miss her?" Adam echoed and for a second he sounded like he was about the laugh, but simply sighed and shook his head instead "I think i used to, back when i just met her. Every second away from her was like torture." He shrugged "But i get bored of people quickly."
.timeline: any .tw: abuse. alcoholism. substance abuse.
Adams office was a mess. Paper work and documents strewn across the floor and various pills scattered on his desk. His head swam from a mix of alcohol and drugs and the lights were dimmed in a desperate attempt to make his head ache dull. A headache he had brought on by mixing alcohol and pills that probably shouldnt be mixed. But he had bigger things to worry about.
Something had gone wrong, someone had escaped. It was Adams fault, It was one of his assets. He had been in his office for days now, desperately looking for files, looking through any security cam footage he could get his hands on. Anything to find the bastard, so he could bring it back home. He was panicking, he was paranoid, and the substances were his only way of coping with that. What if tbe asset came back for him? What if it killed him for what he had done? It didn't understand that his work was important.. that he was doing a good thing and that sometimes to do the good thing you must sacrifice some things in the process. It would kill him, surely.
He leaned against his desk and reached for a cigarette and his lighter. His hands shook as he lit the cigarette. He took a long drag of the cigarette, trying to relax. He was startled by a loud knock at the door, and almost dropped his cigarette. "What!?" He snapped as he looked at the door with his pupils blown wide. His hand instinctively went to the gun on his table. "Who is it?"
// hii ive kind of been gone for like a few weeks i think idk i have no sense of time,, im back maybe a bit,, yeah im making a new starter cuz i think this will give me more motivation to write yay!!
no the best thing ive ever written, sorry if its kind of shit lol,, yeahg
this is kind of supossed to be like younger adam,, like 35 or smth,,, but like anything works. also ur oc can be anythings here, a fellow member of HYDRA, the escaped asset, something else. like really anything is fine
Sienna flinched at his voice, her eyes shimmer as she felt his anxiety. The fear running though him hit her like a wall. At times Sienna hated being an empath.
"...It's Siren sir." She was assigned to help him find the asset at least. To keep him safe, she didn't mind that. Sienna was getting attached anyways- same cycle over and over again. Sienna waits until he responded, "Sir...may I come in...?"
Her boots rocked back and forth. Her curls swirled around as she grew quiet. She was worried for him- she shook the thought from her head.
"Oh-" He glanced around his office, his vision blurry. The files and the pills.. what would she think of him if she saw it? He pushed the thought down. It wasn't relevant what she thought, her opinion didn't matter, and yet Adam stilled pushed a hand through his hair, trying to make himself look somewhat presentable. "Come in.." His words were slurring slightly from the alcohol.
Sienna slips into the room, her curls swirl around her as she stays to the door. She took in the mess, seeing how it looked. But she didn't speak up, all she felt was worry for him. And that scares her, she actually was liking him...
"...Are you okay sir...?" She states softly, her hands fidget together as she wanted to help.
Adam felt a strange sense of relief at the sight of her face, even if he would never admit it. He didn't even know why. Maybe he had been half expecting to see the escaped asset, maybe he was just glad he didn't have to be alone with his own paranoid thought anymore.
"Im fine.." He scoffed "Why are you here?" It was a stupid question. He already knew why. She had been sent to help him.. or maybe keep an eye on him. Maybe make sure he didn't fuck up more then he already had. But that was a stupid drunken thought that he pushed down with another drag of his cigarette.
Destiny knocks softly on the door before poking his head into the room. "Mr. Adam, Sir? Are you busy?"
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Adam looked up from what he had been looking at, some files he had been told to read through for whatever reason, and raised an eyebrow as he saw Destiny by the door "What do you need?"
Destiny swallows and steps farther into the room, praying that Adam was in a good mood. "Could you please help me with my wings? I think they're molting."
"Molting?" Adam echoed, and furrowed his brow as he glanced over at Destinys wings "And theres really no one else you can bother about this?" He said, but there was no real bite to his words.
Destiny shakes his head. There had been, but he wanted Adam. It was instinctive, a bond that he couldn't resist. As if some small bird part of him still wanted to see the agent as a mama bird. "No, sir. I'm sorry."
For a second Adam looked like he was about to tell Destiny to go find someone else to ask for help, but instead he just sighed "Fine, come here." He said, and beckoned Destiny over with a wave of his hand.
Adams nose wrinkled as he got a better look a Destinys molting. He had always found it such a disgusting sight, both on birds and on mutants. Of course Destiny had just started molting, so it wasn't that bad yet. He brushed his hands against the feathers and tipped his head "Have you showered yet? I think washing your wings could help."
"I can try..." Destiny decides not to point out that no accommodation had been made for him as his wings had grown, and washing them was very difficult. "Sorry for bothering you, sir."
"It's fine. Helping you won't disrupt my work too much." He said, as he combed his fingers through the feathers. "But just this once, got it? I can't make a habit of helping you with things you should be bale to do on your own."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!" He tips his head back to smile over his shoulder at the older agent. "Oh, and I found almost all the reports you were looking for. I'm just missing the last two years of the experiment. I think they were completed at a different facility."
"Oh, Thank you." The words slipped out before Adam could think. Agents and officers werent supossed to thank those below them, It was a sign of weakness, atleast in his eyes. But he didn't bother to correct himself, he just cleared his throat and continued "When you do get those last files, which im expection you to, you can let me know." He said, as he continued to clean and comb through Destinys wings.
"Yes, sir." Destiny was so happy he felt he could pop. Adam had thanked him! "I'll talk to pe-ow-people about transferring files to I can comb through them. Is there anything else you would like me to keep an eye out for while I'm at it?"
"Hmm." Adams hands paused for a second as he thought about it "I'm trying to gather all the files about the M.I. Experiments." He said thoughtfully "So see if you can find any of those."
Adam continues combing through Destinys feathers. He was only half paying attention to whatever the kid was talking about. It was a suprisingly calm moment. Those were rare at HYDRA.
"So then he asked me where I lived, I didn't actually tell him of course, but like he was totally a stalker- Sir? Do you have any lovers? I bet you get lots. You are very handsome."
Adam furrowed his brow in confustion, only really registering half of the sentance at first "No of course not-" It was only half a lie, but he was more focused on the other part to elaborate "Wait what- Who asked you that. When?" He felt a wave of concern and then a wave of disgust. Not disgust at what Destiny had said, nor the potential implications, but disgust at his own emotion. He couldn't belive he was actually worried about someone like Destiny.
"A college student, I think. Theadore, or something. I was in town with Petrov." He doesn't seem to see what might be wrong with someone college aged asking him where he lived. The way he called the man a stalker was far too casual. "Why don't you have any lovers?"
Adam was quiet for a bit and his hands stilled on the wings before he spoke again "Well, I have a wife I guess." He shrugged as if he had almost forgotten of her existence. "The guy, Theadore, do you remember the name of the town he was from, or do i have to ask Petrov about that?" He asked, as his hands began moving again. He had expected to have the next few days free, but it was unlikely that he might just happen to have some buisness in the town Destiny had mentioned.
"A wife?!" That wasn't the kind of thing Destiny imagined was easy to forget. Maybe she was at home and Adam never went there anymore. Or it was arranged. He'd heard of that. "Theadore? Uh....well, he must have been going to Ather University. At least, that was the closest college. Petrov might know more. I don't know."
"Right." Adam filled the information away in his brain before turning back to the other topic "Yes. A wife. She lives in Germany." He said "Are you suprised?"
"Right." He scoffed and stood up "So whats wrong with you?" Adam asked bluntly as he walked over to stand infront of Emilia "Nausea? Dizziness? Or something equally insignificant?" He crouched down infront of her "Go on. I don't have all day."
Adam seemed disinterested until Emilia mentioned the injection "Injection?" He echoed "Which one? Do you know what it was?" He didn't seem frantic or concerned, more so curious.
Torture. Punishment. Discipline. That was what he was good at, or at least what HYDRA thought he was good at. So whenever there was an asset, or even an agent on rare occasion, acting out or disobeying they where sent to him for some... behavioural training.
And that was exactly what had happened to the sobbing mess on the floor infront of him. Bruised and bleeding and crying. His boot roughly connected with their side, "Stop crying, mutt. You deserve this." He snapped and took a slight step back as if the person on the ground was the most disgusting thing he knew "On your feet, now."
// woah.. mun is actually doing a starter????? thats crazy dude..
Shane immediately cried out in pain as the boot connected with his side, blood staining his lips as he coughed almost certain his ribs were damaged due to the burning sensation everytime he breathed. Blood trickled down his chin as he stared up at the man pleading for him to just stop this torture already, shaking as his hands and lips trembled in seconds "you have.." he paused to capture his breath.
"You have the wrong guy...you fuck. " he said almost certain this guy was after his brother who was a gangster, or at least he believed he was. Being the younger of the two brothers he usually got involved in his brother's mess one too many times. "Please..fuck " he groaned leaning forward as tears stung his eyes
Adam scoffed as he crouched down next to Shane and fisted a gloved hand in the mans hair, wrenching this head back to glare directly at him. "Do i look like someone who fucking cares?" He snapped.
It didn't matter to him whether Shane was the right guy or not, he would get payed either way. Right now Shane was simply something for Adam to take his anger out on. A stress toy, some might say. And Adam was a very angry individual.
Shane felt his hair being tugged harshly as he glared at the unknown man, eyes glaring daggers into his soul. He returned said glare, bleeding from many areas as he struggled to breathe "you get off on punishing innocent people?" He said spitting blood onto the man as he shoved him off him. His brother was going to pay for this..if he got out of here alive. "Youre..youre after my brother. " he said whimpering whilst he cried looking like such a mess but he was innocent, he didnt deserve this.
He pushed and pushed but eventually collapsed to the ground, being so weak due to the blood loss that he could barely stand up for very long. " why..why me?" He spoke up sadly
"Quit your whining." Adam snapped. He still crouched besides Shane "And no. I dont get off on it." He answered Shanes question in a condescending tone. It was only partly a lie. He did enjoy it, though he would never refer to it as getting off.
Shane didnt know what to do. He was being beaten for something his own brother did, recieving the punishment he should be getting, shedding blood his brother should be splitting on the floor not him. He looked at the male softly his eyes looking filled with hatred "please..just let me go" he begged through deep breaths barely able to keep his eyes open due to the insane blood loss he was currently suffering from. His tears immediately slid down his cheek being evidently scared of this. What was going to happen to him?? What could they honestly do?? Why was he being punished.
Yes he may look like a blubbering mess but he was scared out of his mind "please..just please let me go " he cried begging silently
"I'm afraid i can't do that." Adam hummed as he stood up. He pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one, before looking down at Shane and taking a drag "Can't have you telling anyone about this, can I?" It was more or a statment then an actual question. He pulled another cigarette out of this box and held it down where Shane could reach it "So you might aswell get comfortable." His tone was sarcastic as he waited for Shane to take the cigarette.
Shane scoffed as he lay his head back blood trickling down his head "so youre going to torture the little brother of the guy you actually want? My brother is who you want hes the dodgy one. I stay out of his life..clearly not far enough "he mumbled so much annoyance crumbling through him along with pain. He grabbed the cigarette placing it between his lips "get comfortable? You gonna kill me?" He asked glaring up at the man who clearly didnt care whos blood he ended up with coating his hands.
"Maybe." Adam shrugged as he handed Shane a lighter "When i get bored of you i might." He said it as if he wasn't literally talking about takings someones life, "But until then i'll keep you alive. And i'll make sure its painful." He took a long drag of his cigarette, before breathing the smoke out through his nose.
Shane hummed lightly before he lit the cigarette allowing the smoke to cloud his lungs and the nicotine to hit him after days of being deprived of it. Shane wasnt a huge vivid smoker but if he was offered a cigarette he wasnt going to say no to it. He took a drag holding the stick between his fingers "so youre torturing an innocent person? I could literally get my brother here in seconds so you could punish him thr way he deserves. " he said glancing at him as he took another drag
"I guess.. but that would be soo much work, especially since i' already have've already give through all the effort to bring you here." He said, in an overly dramatic and mocking tone. "Besides, If my superiors find out i brought the wrong guy? They'd be pissed, to put it lightly. And i've already messed up one to many times for them to just let that slide." Adam paused and narrowed his eyes "So how about you corroborate a little and pretend to be your brother?"
Shane blew out the smoke between his lips as he scoffed. So the man was a fuck up already? He had done so much wrong? Makes sense. "Pretend to be my brother? Are you fucking for real? I wont tell your bosses or the police fuck all. My brother dragging me into his fucking shit again " he said breathing a little heavy as he was still trying to wrestle his injuries. Blood coated his left side of his head as he was a little dizzy. "Im a hockey player. What the hell could i do? I dont even know what my brother gets into nevermind pretend to be the asshole "
"Awh.." Adam seemed almost upset at Shanes denial. "But you're one of the fun ones! Who knows if your brother will be even half as entertaining as you.." He straightened his back slightly and rolled his shoulders before glancing towards the door "But i suppose it would be wise of me to go find your brother.. We'll have to eliminate him eventually anyways." He muttered thoughtfully, before glancing back at Shane "But i can't just let you leave either. You've seen to much and i can't trust you wont run to the police just because you said you wouldnt." he said, before taking a long drag of his cigarette "Such a shame. I guess i'll have to kill you." He breathed out the smoke.
Shane rolled his eyes guessing this would happen as he took another drag of the cigarette, watching the smoke trickle up into the air as he stared at him with those hazel brown eyes that could make anyone melt. He knew he would one day be brought into his brothers mess, that he would one day be hurt just like his brother deserved, anger coiling through his veins right now as he attempted to keep his cool. " why would I have the need to go to the police? They will just question why I was even here. Why i was involved in a dangerous gang. They would be more suspicious of me even if they went after you. " he said before glaring at the man " then at least do it now.. get it over and done with for gods sake. Im not here to be your torture mule "
"A gang?!" Adam echoed, completely ignoring everything else Shane had said "We are not just some pitiful gang" He sounded offended "We are so much more then that. Look around, does this look like a gang hideout to you???" He gestured around the cramped room. The floor was dirty and blood stained, rused pipes went along the walls and ceilings and it stank of vomit. Maybe that wasn't really helping his point. He sighed and shook his head "Nevermind." He grumbled, before finally replying to what Shane had actually said "Killing you already wouldn't be fun."
Shane tilted his head as he hummed ignoring the man at this point since he was evidently annoying him without a doubt. It was stupid how he was getting punished for his brothers wrongdoing. He looked around taking a good glance of the vile area before raising an eyebrow "not helping your case really are you? Looks exactly like what a gang place eould look like " he smirked shaking his head in amusement. "You find killing me fun? Glad to know i can entertain you. God ill kill my brother myself if I see the asshole for making me suffer in this shithole "
"Well you can only do that if you get out of here alive." Adam took one last drag of his cigarette before brining what was left of it down on Shane's forhead, putting it out against his skin, "Let's say i do let you live," He said as he flicked the cigarette bud on the ground "What would i get out of it? I mean other then potentially capturing the correct target.."
Shane cried out in agony as the man put the cigarette out upon his skin it being clear the pain was cursing through him, tears pricking at his eyes as he forced himself not to cry but it wasnt like he was the strongest person alive. He was at innocent person being tortured for something his brother did "ill give you all the money i have..100k..its my life savings but if it makes you fucking let me go ill lose it " he said having so much to live for he couldnt die here. He had a bright future gojng to university to become a doctor so he hoped the 100k would be made back easily q
Adam raised an eyebrow "Do i look like someone who needs money?" He tipped his head "But then again, 100K.. dollars i assume? How many euro is that.." He paused, seemingly doing that math in his head "That is a lot of money.." He muttered.
Shane glared at him it being the best he could do when he was in a shit load of pain looking so broken from the abuse he had gotten "it is..my entire life savings" he commented looking up at the male hoping he would just let him go already. He lay his head back biting his lip feeling how his body ached over and over again, tears in his eyes as the burning still cursed through him
"Hm.." Adam furrowed his brow thoughtfully before finally speaking "Alright. How about this, if you give me the money and help me find my actual target, your brother, I will maybe consider letting you live. Deal?"
"Fuck yes ill help you. I know most places my brother hides out and where he stays lingering like some type of bad smell. Ill help you find him " he said silently pleading to be let go. His eyes stayed glued upon the man though they trickled down to his lips which were cracked and needed care to them no doubt. God what was he thinking? He looked away quickly assessing the pain along with everything else
"Great! Let's get you cleaned up then. Can't have you bleeding all over the place." He roughly hauled Shane to his feet. It seemed like all hostility had evaporated all of a sudden.
Shane winced as he was helped to his feet being very much in pain but he was doing his best to breathe though it all, to not let it bother him as much. "Fuck you dont do your punishments by half's do you?" He said trying to joke but inside he was in a lot of mental and physical pain right now groaning in pain everytime he walked
"I don't get payed to do it by half's." Adam just shrugged and placed a hand on Shane's back, as if he was worried he wouldn't be able to keep his balance. He kept his hand on Shane's back as he began to guide the man towards the door.
Torture. Punishment. Discipline. That was what he was good at, or at least what HYDRA thought he was good at. So whenever there was an asset, or even an agent on rare occasion, acting out or disobeying they where sent to him for some... behavioural training.
And that was exactly what had happened to the sobbing mess on the floor infront of him. Bruised and bleeding and crying. His boot roughly connected with their side, "Stop crying, mutt. You deserve this." He snapped and took a slight step back as if the person on the ground was the most disgusting thing he knew "On your feet, now."
// woah.. mun is actually doing a starter????? thats crazy dude..
The Siren laid on the side, most handlers didn't bother her. Most made her indifferent, brought no fear, some she even mocked.
But this was actually different. A rare occasion to her. The idea of fear, her body shook from the amount of abuse she handled. Her eyes narrowed as she heard his command.
Gently and slowly she sat up. Her curls swirled around her like curtains as she eventually got to her feet. She gently squints as she was tempted to fight back. Tempted, but she won't.
Adam crossed his arms as he looked The Siren up and down, a glint of disgust in his eyes "a shame such beauty is wasted on someone so useless and disobedient." He said, words dripping with vitriol.
Sienna frowns as he said that, a bit bitter to his words. She wasn't useless, but she did agree and was aware she was disobedient. She wasn't loyal to anyone in Hydra. And never will be.
Adam narrowed his eyes. Most assets would be talking back or trying to apologise, but Sienna wasnt doing that. He tipped his head curiously "Whats the matter? You've gone mute or something?" Adam liked silence and he liked when assets only spoke when they where told to, but there was something that felt eerie about this silence. But then again maybe it was just his mind playing tricks.
Sienna frowns as she bit her tongue slightly. "You didn't ask for anything." She quibs towards the man. Her eyes shimmer blue as she took a second. She wasn't willing to obey so easy. But she still stay quiet, she didn't need to be reminded what happens if she didn't listen correctly in this second.
"Oh im sure you can." Adam scoffed sarcastically before roughly grabbed Sienna by the jaw
"You've gotten too comfortable, havent you? Too used to getting away with disobedience." He snapped, his grip of Siennas face tightening painfully "You know what happens to those that don't do as they're told, right?"
"Will you?" Adam sneered as he tightened his grip on Sienna's jaw to the point that it was painful. It wasn't a real question. "I have no interest in your empty words, Siren." He said and let go of Sienna with a rough shove.
Sienna let a whimper out, a genuine ounce of pain hitting her. Big bright eyes shook as she began to panic. "I will! I will!" She wanted to get away- he was a lot scarier then most men in this group.
Torture. Punishment. Discipline. That was what he was good at, or at least what HYDRA thought he was good at. So whenever there was an asset, or even an agent on rare occasion, acting out or disobeying they where sent to him for some... behavioural training.
And that was exactly what had happened to the sobbing mess on the floor infront of him. Bruised and bleeding and crying. His boot roughly connected with their side, "Stop crying, mutt. You deserve this." He snapped and took a slight step back as if the person on the ground was the most disgusting thing he knew "On your feet, now."
// woah.. mun is actually doing a starter????? thats crazy dude..
The solider coughed at the contact, tears pricked at their eyes as she slowly got up only to spit at the man, blood trailing down their lips staining its white undershirt.
āTouch me again and Iāll kill youā the soldier shouted, as if they had the right to fight back. āI swear to the gods Iāll be the last thing you see.ā
Adam took another step back to avoid the spit. "Oh im sure you will." He sneered "You should know better then to talk back to your superior." His voice was filled with vitriol.
She gritted her teeth and clasped her side, the pain was nearly crippled but Venika still refused to listen. Instead she glared up at him and pulled her hands up into a defensive stance, wiping the blood away before taking a shaky breath.
āYouāre just a little bitch who thinks playing lap dog makes him better than everyone.ā Venika hissed while taking a limped step back, the floor was stained with her blood.
Venika stumbled back and grabbed her face, blood poured down her face staining the pale skin. She spat out some blood wincing at the sight, ignoring the pain in her limbs the soldier lunged at the man connecting her knee to his stomach.
āBetter a mutt than someoneās pet.ā She gritted out, slightly wheezing as her body trembled. āIām not going down easily.ā
Adam stumbled back and coughed at the impact of the knee in his gut, "I am no pet." He was heaving, trying to catch his breath. "Now why don't we take a moment to calm down.." His hand drifted to the gun tugged into his waistband. It would be ashame if he had to shoot such a strong, and potentially useful, soldier.
Venika grumbled but complied muttering something under her breath before moving back and sitting down, she really didnāt see a difference between her and Adam. āFine, fine. Iām calm, sirā she hissed it as if it physically pained her to show such respect.
"Good." He huffed, straightening his back a little and running a hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it "You are aware of the penalty for assaulting a superior officer, correct?"
.timeline: any .tw: abuse. alcoholism. substance abuse.
Adams office was a mess. Paper work and documents strewn across the floor and various pills scattered on his desk. His head swam from a mix of alcohol and drugs and the lights were dimmed in a desperate attempt to make his head ache dull. A headache he had brought on by mixing alcohol and pills that probably shouldnt be mixed. But he had bigger things to worry about.
Something had gone wrong, someone had escaped. It was Adams fault, It was one of his assets. He had been in his office for days now, desperately looking for files, looking through any security cam footage he could get his hands on. Anything to find the bastard, so he could bring it back home. He was panicking, he was paranoid, and the substances were his only way of coping with that. What if tbe asset came back for him? What if it killed him for what he had done? It didn't understand that his work was important.. that he was doing a good thing and that sometimes to do the good thing you must sacrifice some things in the process. It would kill him, surely.
He leaned against his desk and reached for a cigarette and his lighter. His hands shook as he lit the cigarette. He took a long drag of the cigarette, trying to relax. He was startled by a loud knock at the door, and almost dropped his cigarette. "What!?" He snapped as he looked at the door with his pupils blown wide. His hand instinctively went to the gun on his table. "Who is it?"
// hii ive kind of been gone for like a few weeks i think idk i have no sense of time,, im back maybe a bit,, yeah im making a new starter cuz i think this will give me more motivation to write yay!!
no the best thing ive ever written, sorry if its kind of shit lol,, yeahg
this is kind of supossed to be like younger adam,, like 35 or smth,,, but like anything works. also ur oc can be anythings here, a fellow member of HYDRA, the escaped asset, something else. like really anything is fine
Sienna flinched at his voice, her eyes shimmer as she felt his anxiety. The fear running though him hit her like a wall. At times Sienna hated being an empath.
"...It's Siren sir." She was assigned to help him find the asset at least. To keep him safe, she didn't mind that. Sienna was getting attached anyways- same cycle over and over again. Sienna waits until he responded, "Sir...may I come in...?"
Her boots rocked back and forth. Her curls swirled around as she grew quiet. She was worried for him- she shook the thought from her head.
"Oh-" He glanced around his office, his vision blurry. The files and the pills.. what would she think of him if she saw it? He pushed the thought down. It wasn't relevant what she thought, her opinion didn't matter, and yet Adam stilled pushed a hand through his hair, trying to make himself look somewhat presentable. "Come in.." His words were slurring slightly from the alcohol.
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