#alexandergpierce

[redeemxd]

alexandergpierce

     [It was almost too easy to slip back into old habits.]

"Come back to die?"

[wintersmission]

+16 Targets

He looks upon the silently with some confusion in his glazed over eyes. Why were they following him of all things? "... What is it you want?"

[blondeambxtion-blog]

Open RP

"You can’t take me back to HYDRA. I won’t go back…please…."

[youcantgivemeorders]

Try Try Again || alexandergpierce

She woke up tied to a chair, but whoever had done it had done a very thorough job of it. She couldn't really remember how she'd gotten there, but nothing good ever came of being restrained and waking up in an unfamiliar face. She heard footsteps coming her way, so she steeled herself for whatever would come next.

[soldierofwinterspast]

Please don't do this to me || Closed

migraine didn't begin to describe the pain that was starting up behind his eye. His head rested against the wall next to the wall that lead to his small apartment. He wasn't living alone, of course they wouldn't let that happen, but for at least a few hours Natasha wouldn't be back, giving him some time to himself. Days were blurring into weeks, each one making his head hurt more. They were trying to "fix" him. Mend his mind and make him remember everything, but it wasn't that easy. It never had been. There were days when it came easily, the memories flowed it and left him with a sense of purpose. Of course, they never stayed. Next thing he knew the sweet memory would slip from his fingers, replaced by a sense of hopelessness. Very rarely did he actually retain anything from that day. 

His name was James Buchanan Barnes, he was born in Brooklyn and was childhood friends with Steve Rogers. He had served in a war, which one evaded him, and had fallen off a train during one of his missions. Other than that... good luck getting him to remember. His frustration level matched his stress.. through the roof. 

With a huff of breath he pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the door, shoving it open with his shoulder the moment he had the hand turned. Once inside he let the door swing shut loudly, his shoulders shoving the jacket off to reveal his black tank top. He didn't like wearing actual tee shirts, not liking how his arm looked, so he resigned to sleeveless shirts and a jacket. His hand tossed the jacket aside as he flipped the light on, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose roughly. Moving into the apartment he froze, fear coiling in his stomach as he looked up. 

He should have known he would be back, should have guessed he would come to look for him. Nothing, however, could have prepared him for the emotions that assaulted him upon seeing him there. Alexander Pierce was seated directly across the room from him, relaxed as if he belonged there. Just his mere presence had him wanting to run, but he knew that would do no good. Taking a small step back he tried his best to hold in the terror that was coiling in his gut "What are you doing here? They told me you died.." 

[soldierize]

alexandergpierce

[ This is probably what real fear feels like. At least he's in a public place, which hopefully means he has a better chance of walking away from this whole thing; it's also about the only thing keeping him from pulling a weapon. He thinks he'd like to kill Pierce, but it's not happening in broad daylight, not with witnesses. ]

          I heard you were dead.

[endofthelinebucky]

+ alexandergpierce

"A familiar face I really don't want to see."

[winterinbarnes]

OoC::Chills

[[My heart just stopped guyz...an Alexander Pierce is now following me...]]