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"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!!
i have CET timezone!!
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!!
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"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.
“Yes I’m very grateful. Thank you sir” she says softly, nervously fidgeting with her hands. The file shows an order for a genetic enhancement injection Miriam has been working on. She immediately gave Emilia double the recommended dose without testing it beforehand.
"Hm.." Adam looked over the file and scoffed. Miriam was reckless when it came to her work, but then again so was Adam. "You'll be fine, im sure." He didn't bother telling her that her mother had given her more then was safe, nor that he thought that was reckless. If Emilia thought her mother was reckless or saw her as less of a powerful figure for whatever reason she might start lashing out, and the last thing they needed right now was a bratty kid trying to be independent.
Emilia steps forward with a small frown “but I still feel really sick” she explains in a meek, scared voice. She’s gets slightly dizzy, leaning against the wall to keep herself upright “I- it hurts”
Adam looked at Emilia with a mix of mild annoyance and genuine concern as she leaned against the wall. "Don't vomit on my floor." He turned off the computer and walked back over to crouch infront of Emilia. He placed a hand on her forehead to feel for a fever "Have the symptoms changed since they first started? gotten worse or better?" He asked as he pulled his hand back.
He sighed and grabbed Emilias face, tilting it up a bit and pulling her lower eyelid down slightly to search for any redness or discolouration in here eyes. Not like he would even be able to see if there was anything anyways, the lights in his office were always dimmed. "And you're sure it started after the injection? There's not a chance it's caused by anything else?"
.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.
Sienna stares up as she gently took the files. She was a lot more gentle compared to him, she was always a lighter energy then most in here.
She was quiet as she flips through, knowing he was gonna side comment her about the words Pierce spoke- her shoulders gently eased as she thinks.
"Mother and father that are alive.... Near in Europe." Sienna states softer, she knew that he was under the influence. She knew his mind was, clouded. But she can handle that, she handles it with her precious asset all the time.
"Right.. Do you know where in Europe?" Adam considered whether he should send someone to find them, or go look himself.. It was his asset that had escaped after all, maybe he could convince it to come back with minimal violence involved. The violence wouldn't happen until the asset had returned. He would have to beat some loyalty into it.
Sienna was quiet as she read through the files. She tilts her head as she spoke up once again, being soft in her tone to keep a headache from forming. "It seems France....a bit out of Paris, two clicks out." She settled the files on her lap. Her eyes met his as she stares up, big brown eyes filled with unspoken things.
Hints of worry- hoping she's right. Hint of pride, as she did what he asked of. If she had her tail, it would be swaying side to side as she waited for him to speak.
"Right.. Thank you, Sienna." Adam wasn't the type to normally thank people, especially not those he viewed as lesser then him, but it seemed the alcohol and pills were getting to his head "I suppose I will have to send someone there.." He sighed "Or maybe I should just go myself.. No one in this fucking building other then me can get anything done properly anyways"
Sienna tilts her head down. Merely nodding her head along as she was thinking for a second. She usually didn't speak up, but she did- big brown eyes stared up and met his as she blushes.
"Then take me along sir... I can be good help." She states softly. Her head mentally waited for the strike or the insulting words, but she would do it. If it made Adam happy-
"Good help.. I doubt that" He grumbled quietly and turned his head away, looking out into nothingness as he thought about it "Fine." He finally said with a scoff "But if you get in my way or mess up even the slightest bit i wont be afraid to make you regret it."
Sienna nods her head at this. Her eyes light up like stars as she was eager to join. "Of course....I'll be good help sir." She knew what he was like, he was a vicious man after all. It's nothing she hasn't dealt with before.
Adam glanced down at his watch. It was late, it would be a better idea to wait until the morning, and he was to intoxicated to go anyways. But they didnt have much time, a runaway asset would know better then to stay in one place for to long and Adam didn't want to loose a potential lead by waiting "Get ready, we're leaving in an hour." He said and he clumsily began to gather up all the files on the table, the alcohol affecting his movements.
.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
"Destiny-" The teen pushes the door open, knowing already that Adam wouldn't come over. His bright eyes take in the office and the strong smell of cigarette smoke burns his nostrels. "Officer Petrov said that you were fucking yourself up and I should make you stop because you probably won't kill me."
If being too honest was a skill, Destiny had mastered it. Specifically around Petrov and Adam. He never lied to either of the men. Even when it caused more problems then it solved.
"Destiny" Adam echoed and narrowed his eyes "Im not fucking myself up.. Everything is fine." He said, even through the was clearly a lie "Gods forbid a man needs something to take the edge of once a while." He slurred before shaking his head "What do you want?"
"I'm going to help you." He comes over to the desk and grabs the garbage can, shoving any remaining pills, bottles, or the like into it. "Do you want chocolate milk?"
"Chocolate milk..?" He echoed "I'm not five.." Adam slurred. It took him a second to realise what Destiny was doing, his mind hazy from intoxication "Hey wait, hold on-" He scrambled to save some of the pills before Destiny could throw them out "Do you know how expensive some of these can be?" He exclaimed, seeming more protective of the pills then some of the files scattered across the table.
"I'm not five either and I like chocolate milk." He doesn't bother fighting, his eyes caught by the papers. He scans them over. "Oh- Oh! Is that why Petrov is so mad right now? You lost someone? Why?"
Adam yanks the papers our of Destinys reach "Its none of your concern." He started gathering up the files with shakey hands. His hands alway shook when something was bothering him. "I didn't lose anyone. Everything is fine."
"Not true." Destiny goes back to his original task of clearing the trash and drugs off the desk. "Are you sure you are okay right now? You don't sound good..." He pauses, his expression one of genuine concern.
Adam placed the files back onto the table, this time stacked neatly to the side with the blank side facing up so Destiny couldn't peak at them. "Stop that." He snapped as Destiny began trying to clear the desk again. He grabbed the teens wrist tightly, painfully. He didn't bother answering the question, mainly because he didn't know how to. It was much easier to take his enger our on people then to actually seek any form of help.
Destiny freezes, biting back a whimper. He tugs slightly, trying to free himself. "No- Please, sir. I'm trying to help you. You are hurting yourself. I'm suppose to help you. Please let go. You're hurting me."
"I don't need help," Adam snapped, tightening his grip ever so slightly "Especially not from a pathetic child like you." He leaned down to get a closer look at Destinys face "If you want to be userful then you should start actually doing what I say."
Destiny shrinks back, cheeks flushed as he battles the tears that Adam always got onto him about. He could feel the hollow bones in his wrists threatening to break under the pressure. Now he does whimper. "You're drunk," he whispers. "You're using drugs to avoid facing your mistakes. I'm not the one acting pathetic here."
Adam froze for a moment, staring at Destiny. A muscle in he jaw twitched, then his grip tightened for a second. He let go of Destinys wrist, instead he smacked the kid across the face "Shut up." Something about it all felt familiar. Like Adam had lived this moment a hundred times before, but he hadn't been the one in control back then. He took a slight step back, his legs wobbly from the alcohol "I'm not pathetic.. and im not drunk either.." That must have been the most obvious lie Adam had ever told.
Destiny cries out softly, and stumbles back, a hand coming to his cheek. It wasn't the first time he'd been hit, nor would it be the last, but he is slighlty surprised. Still, the blow only makes him more frustrated.
"You are! And you know it! You can't hide in your alcohol!"
"I can and I will!" Adam snapped "Now get the fuck out of my office before I decide to do something about your behaviour." He gestured expectantly towards the door.
"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.
“Yes I’m very grateful. Thank you sir” she says softly, nervously fidgeting with her hands. The file shows an order for a genetic enhancement injection Miriam has been working on. She immediately gave Emilia double the recommended dose without testing it beforehand.
"Hm.." Adam looked over the file and scoffed. Miriam was reckless when it came to her work, but then again so was Adam. "You'll be fine, im sure." He didn't bother telling her that her mother had given her more then was safe, nor that he thought that was reckless. If Emilia thought her mother was reckless or saw her as less of a powerful figure for whatever reason she might start lashing out, and the last thing they needed right now was a bratty kid trying to be independent.
Emilia steps forward with a small frown “but I still feel really sick” she explains in a meek, scared voice. She’s gets slightly dizzy, leaning against the wall to keep herself upright “I- it hurts”
Adam looked at Emilia with a mix of mild annoyance and genuine concern as she leaned against the wall. "Don't vomit on my floor." He turned off the computer and walked back over to crouch infront of Emilia. He placed a hand on her forehead to feel for a fever "Have the symptoms changed since they first started? gotten worse or better?" He asked as he pulled his hand back.
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.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.
Sienna stares up as she gently took the files. She was a lot more gentle compared to him, she was always a lighter energy then most in here.
She was quiet as she flips through, knowing he was gonna side comment her about the words Pierce spoke- her shoulders gently eased as she thinks.
"Mother and father that are alive.... Near in Europe." Sienna states softer, she knew that he was under the influence. She knew his mind was, clouded. But she can handle that, she handles it with her precious asset all the time.
"Right.. Do you know where in Europe?" Adam considered whether he should send someone to find them, or go look himself.. It was his asset that had escaped after all, maybe he could convince it to come back with minimal violence involved. The violence wouldn't happen until the asset had returned. He would have to beat some loyalty into it.
Sienna was quiet as she read through the files. She tilts her head as she spoke up once again, being soft in her tone to keep a headache from forming. "It seems France....a bit out of Paris, two clicks out." She settled the files on her lap. Her eyes met his as she stares up, big brown eyes filled with unspoken things.
Hints of worry- hoping she's right. Hint of pride, as she did what he asked of. If she had her tail, it would be swaying side to side as she waited for him to speak.
"Right.. Thank you, Sienna." Adam wasn't the type to normally thank people, especially not those he viewed as lesser then him, but it seemed the alcohol and pills were getting to his head "I suppose I will have to send someone there.." He sighed "Or maybe I should just go myself.. No one in this fucking building other then me can get anything done properly anyways"
Sienna tilts her head down. Merely nodding her head along as she was thinking for a second. She usually didn't speak up, but she did- big brown eyes stared up and met his as she blushes.
"Then take me along sir... I can be good help." She states softly. Her head mentally waited for the strike or the insulting words, but she would do it. If it made Adam happy-
"Good help.. I doubt that" He grumbled quietly and turned his head away, looking out into nothingness as he thought about it "Fine." He finally said with a scoff "But if you get in my way or mess up even the slightest bit i wont be afraid to make you regret it."
.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
"Destiny-" The teen pushes the door open, knowing already that Adam wouldn't come over. His bright eyes take in the office and the strong smell of cigarette smoke burns his nostrels. "Officer Petrov said that you were fucking yourself up and I should make you stop because you probably won't kill me."
If being too honest was a skill, Destiny had mastered it. Specifically around Petrov and Adam. He never lied to either of the men. Even when it caused more problems then it solved.
"Destiny" Adam echoed and narrowed his eyes "Im not fucking myself up.. Everything is fine." He said, even through the was clearly a lie "Gods forbid a man needs something to take the edge of once a while." He slurred before shaking his head "What do you want?"
"I'm going to help you." He comes over to the desk and grabs the garbage can, shoving any remaining pills, bottles, or the like into it. "Do you want chocolate milk?"
"Chocolate milk..?" He echoed "I'm not five.." Adam slurred. It took him a second to realise what Destiny was doing, his mind hazy from intoxication "Hey wait, hold on-" He scrambled to save some of the pills before Destiny could throw them out "Do you know how expensive some of these can be?" He exclaimed, seeming more protective of the pills then some of the files scattered across the table.
"I'm not five either and I like chocolate milk." He doesn't bother fighting, his eyes caught by the papers. He scans them over. "Oh- Oh! Is that why Petrov is so mad right now? You lost someone? Why?"
Adam yanks the papers our of Destinys reach "Its none of your concern." He started gathering up the files with shakey hands. His hands alway shook when something was bothering him. "I didn't lose anyone. Everything is fine."
"Not true." Destiny goes back to his original task of clearing the trash and drugs off the desk. "Are you sure you are okay right now? You don't sound good..." He pauses, his expression one of genuine concern.
Adam placed the files back onto the table, this time stacked neatly to the side with the blank side facing up so Destiny couldn't peak at them. "Stop that." He snapped as Destiny began trying to clear the desk again. He grabbed the teens wrist tightly, painfully. He didn't bother answering the question, mainly because he didn't know how to. It was much easier to take his enger our on people then to actually seek any form of help.
Destiny freezes, biting back a whimper. He tugs slightly, trying to free himself. "No- Please, sir. I'm trying to help you. You are hurting yourself. I'm suppose to help you. Please let go. You're hurting me."
"I don't need help," Adam snapped, tightening his grip ever so slightly "Especially not from a pathetic child like you." He leaned down to get a closer look at Destinys face "If you want to be userful then you should start actually doing what I say."
Destiny shrinks back, cheeks flushed as he battles the tears that Adam always got onto him about. He could feel the hollow bones in his wrists threatening to break under the pressure. Now he does whimper. "You're drunk," he whispers. "You're using drugs to avoid facing your mistakes. I'm not the one acting pathetic here."
Adam froze for a moment, staring at Destiny. A muscle in he jaw twitched, then his grip tightened for a second. He let go of Destinys wrist, instead he smacked the kid across the face "Shut up." Something about it all felt familiar. Like Adam had lived this moment a hundred times before, but he hadn't been the one in control back then. He took a slight step back, his legs wobbly from the alcohol "I'm not pathetic.. and im not drunk either.." That must have been the most obvious lie Adam had ever told.
.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
"Destiny-" The teen pushes the door open, knowing already that Adam wouldn't come over. His bright eyes take in the office and the strong smell of cigarette smoke burns his nostrels. "Officer Petrov said that you were fucking yourself up and I should make you stop because you probably won't kill me."
If being too honest was a skill, Destiny had mastered it. Specifically around Petrov and Adam. He never lied to either of the men. Even when it caused more problems then it solved.
"Destiny" Adam echoed and narrowed his eyes "Im not fucking myself up.. Everything is fine." He said, even through the was clearly a lie "Gods forbid a man needs something to take the edge of once a while." He slurred before shaking his head "What do you want?"
"I'm going to help you." He comes over to the desk and grabs the garbage can, shoving any remaining pills, bottles, or the like into it. "Do you want chocolate milk?"
"Chocolate milk..?" He echoed "I'm not five.." Adam slurred. It took him a second to realise what Destiny was doing, his mind hazy from intoxication "Hey wait, hold on-" He scrambled to save some of the pills before Destiny could throw them out "Do you know how expensive some of these can be?" He exclaimed, seeming more protective of the pills then some of the files scattered across the table.
"I'm not five either and I like chocolate milk." He doesn't bother fighting, his eyes caught by the papers. He scans them over. "Oh- Oh! Is that why Petrov is so mad right now? You lost someone? Why?"
Adam yanks the papers our of Destinys reach "Its none of your concern." He started gathering up the files with shakey hands. His hands alway shook when something was bothering him. "I didn't lose anyone. Everything is fine."
"Not true." Destiny goes back to his original task of clearing the trash and drugs off the desk. "Are you sure you are okay right now? You don't sound good..." He pauses, his expression one of genuine concern.
Adam placed the files back onto the table, this time stacked neatly to the side with the blank side facing up so Destiny couldn't peak at them. "Stop that." He snapped as Destiny began trying to clear the desk again. He grabbed the teens wrist tightly, painfully. He didn't bother answering the question, mainly because he didn't know how to. It was much easier to take his enger our on people then to actually seek any form of help.
Destiny freezes, biting back a whimper. He tugs slightly, trying to free himself. "No- Please, sir. I'm trying to help you. You are hurting yourself. I'm suppose to help you. Please let go. You're hurting me."
"I don't need help," Adam snapped, tightening his grip ever so slightly "Especially not from a pathetic child like you." He leaned down to get a closer look at Destinys face "If you want to be userful then you should start actually doing what I say."
.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
"Destiny-" The teen pushes the door open, knowing already that Adam wouldn't come over. His bright eyes take in the office and the strong smell of cigarette smoke burns his nostrels. "Officer Petrov said that you were fucking yourself up and I should make you stop because you probably won't kill me."
If being too honest was a skill, Destiny had mastered it. Specifically around Petrov and Adam. He never lied to either of the men. Even when it caused more problems then it solved.
"Destiny" Adam echoed and narrowed his eyes "Im not fucking myself up.. Everything is fine." He said, even through the was clearly a lie "Gods forbid a man needs something to take the edge of once a while." He slurred before shaking his head "What do you want?"
"I'm going to help you." He comes over to the desk and grabs the garbage can, shoving any remaining pills, bottles, or the like into it. "Do you want chocolate milk?"
"Chocolate milk..?" He echoed "I'm not five.." Adam slurred. It took him a second to realise what Destiny was doing, his mind hazy from intoxication "Hey wait, hold on-" He scrambled to save some of the pills before Destiny could throw them out "Do you know how expensive some of these can be?" He exclaimed, seeming more protective of the pills then some of the files scattered across the table.
"I'm not five either and I like chocolate milk." He doesn't bother fighting, his eyes caught by the papers. He scans them over. "Oh- Oh! Is that why Petrov is so mad right now? You lost someone? Why?"
Adam yanks the papers our of Destinys reach "Its none of your concern." He started gathering up the files with shakey hands. His hands alway shook when something was bothering him. "I didn't lose anyone. Everything is fine."
"Not true." Destiny goes back to his original task of clearing the trash and drugs off the desk. "Are you sure you are okay right now? You don't sound good..." He pauses, his expression one of genuine concern.
Adam placed the files back onto the table, this time stacked neatly to the side with the blank side facing up so Destiny couldn't peak at them. "Stop that." He snapped as Destiny began trying to clear the desk again. He grabbed the teens wrist tightly, painfully. He didn't bother answering the question, mainly because he didn't know how to. It was much easier to take his enger our on people then to actually seek any form of help.
.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
"Destiny-" The teen pushes the door open, knowing already that Adam wouldn't come over. His bright eyes take in the office and the strong smell of cigarette smoke burns his nostrels. "Officer Petrov said that you were fucking yourself up and I should make you stop because you probably won't kill me."
If being too honest was a skill, Destiny had mastered it. Specifically around Petrov and Adam. He never lied to either of the men. Even when it caused more problems then it solved.
"Destiny" Adam echoed and narrowed his eyes "Im not fucking myself up.. Everything is fine." He said, even through the was clearly a lie "Gods forbid a man needs something to take the edge of once a while." He slurred before shaking his head "What do you want?"
"I'm going to help you." He comes over to the desk and grabs the garbage can, shoving any remaining pills, bottles, or the like into it. "Do you want chocolate milk?"
"Chocolate milk..?" He echoed "I'm not five.." Adam slurred. It took him a second to realise what Destiny was doing, his mind hazy from intoxication "Hey wait, hold on-" He scrambled to save some of the pills before Destiny could throw them out "Do you know how expensive some of these can be?" He exclaimed, seeming more protective of the pills then some of the files scattered across the table.
"I'm not five either and I like chocolate milk." He doesn't bother fighting, his eyes caught by the papers. He scans them over. "Oh- Oh! Is that why Petrov is so mad right now? You lost someone? Why?"
Adam yanks the papers our of Destinys reach "Its none of your concern." He started gathering up the files with shakey hands. His hands alway shook when something was bothering him. "I didn't lose anyone. Everything is fine."
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.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
"Destiny-" The teen pushes the door open, knowing already that Adam wouldn't come over. His bright eyes take in the office and the strong smell of cigarette smoke burns his nostrels. "Officer Petrov said that you were fucking yourself up and I should make you stop because you probably won't kill me."
If being too honest was a skill, Destiny had mastered it. Specifically around Petrov and Adam. He never lied to either of the men. Even when it caused more problems then it solved.
"Destiny" Adam echoed and narrowed his eyes "Im not fucking myself up.. Everything is fine." He said, even through the was clearly a lie "Gods forbid a man needs something to take the edge of once a while." He slurred before shaking his head "What do you want?"
"I'm going to help you." He comes over to the desk and grabs the garbage can, shoving any remaining pills, bottles, or the like into it. "Do you want chocolate milk?"
"Chocolate milk..?" He echoed "I'm not five.." Adam slurred. It took him a second to realise what Destiny was doing, his mind hazy from intoxication "Hey wait, hold on-" He scrambled to save some of the pills before Destiny could throw them out "Do you know how expensive some of these can be?" He exclaimed, seeming more protective of the pills then some of the files scattered across the table.
.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.
Sienna stares up as she gently took the files. She was a lot more gentle compared to him, she was always a lighter energy then most in here.
She was quiet as she flips through, knowing he was gonna side comment her about the words Pierce spoke- her shoulders gently eased as she thinks.
"Mother and father that are alive.... Near in Europe." Sienna states softer, she knew that he was under the influence. She knew his mind was, clouded. But she can handle that, she handles it with her precious asset all the time.
"Right.. Do you know where in Europe?" Adam considered whether he should send someone to find them, or go look himself.. It was his asset that had escaped after all, maybe he could convince it to come back with minimal violence involved. The violence wouldn't happen until the asset had returned. He would have to beat some loyalty into it.
Sienna was quiet as she read through the files. She tilts her head as she spoke up once again, being soft in her tone to keep a headache from forming. "It seems France....a bit out of Paris, two clicks out." She settled the files on her lap. Her eyes met his as she stares up, big brown eyes filled with unspoken things.
Hints of worry- hoping she's right. Hint of pride, as she did what he asked of. If she had her tail, it would be swaying side to side as she waited for him to speak.
"Right.. Thank you, Sienna." Adam wasn't the type to normally thank people, especially not those he viewed as lesser then him, but it seemed the alcohol and pills were getting to his head "I suppose I will have to send someone there.." He sighed "Or maybe I should just go myself.. No one in this fucking building other then me can get anything done properly anyways"
"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.
“Yes I’m very grateful. Thank you sir” she says softly, nervously fidgeting with her hands. The file shows an order for a genetic enhancement injection Miriam has been working on. She immediately gave Emilia double the recommended dose without testing it beforehand.
"Hm.." Adam looked over the file and scoffed. Miriam was reckless when it came to her work, but then again so was Adam. "You'll be fine, im sure." He didn't bother telling her that her mother had given her more then was safe, nor that he thought that was reckless. If Emilia thought her mother was reckless or saw her as less of a powerful figure for whatever reason she might start lashing out, and the last thing they needed right now was a bratty kid trying to be independent.
.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
"Destiny-" The teen pushes the door open, knowing already that Adam wouldn't come over. His bright eyes take in the office and the strong smell of cigarette smoke burns his nostrels. "Officer Petrov said that you were fucking yourself up and I should make you stop because you probably won't kill me."
If being too honest was a skill, Destiny had mastered it. Specifically around Petrov and Adam. He never lied to either of the men. Even when it caused more problems then it solved.
"Destiny" Adam echoed and narrowed his eyes "Im not fucking myself up.. Everything is fine." He said, even through the was clearly a lie "Gods forbid a man needs something to take the edge of once a while." He slurred before shaking his head "What do you want?"
.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 she’s a bit buzzed, but obviously not to the extent Adam is. “Christ… it’s just me.” She rolls her eyes. “What happened to you?”
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. “Oh, drop it. I came by because I was bored.” She sits beside him, rolling her eyes. She takes her mask off and offers it to him. “Want a hit of this shit too?”
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.
Some of the tension seemed to leave Adam shoulders as he breathed out. He held the mask to his face for a few more inhales before handing it back to Cecelia with a glare "I think I'll stick to cigarettes." He huffed, before glancing down at the files scattered across his desk with an exhausted sigh.
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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.
Her head was spinning, and she felt like throwing up the moment he grabbed her. She held on the wall, standing up despite her legs shaking
"who the hell are you?"
She groaned, her arm mutating into a metal prothesis briefly before coming back to normal. She had tried her best to mutate into Bucky, who represented strenght the best way she knew, but she couldn't focus much so her powers weren't working
"You don't know?" Adam asked in a mocking tone "You don't do your homework. But i suppose that's a good thing, for me." He tipped his head as he looked at her and the way her arm shifted to metal for a moment before flickering back to normal "I must say, you have some impressive powers. I've read your file.. Some of it, atleast. It's a shame you're wasting your potential."
.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.
Sienna stares up as she gently took the files. She was a lot more gentle compared to him, she was always a lighter energy then most in here.
She was quiet as she flips through, knowing he was gonna side comment her about the words Pierce spoke- her shoulders gently eased as she thinks.
"Mother and father that are alive.... Near in Europe." Sienna states softer, she knew that he was under the influence. She knew his mind was, clouded. But she can handle that, she handles it with her precious asset all the time.
"Right.. Do you know where in Europe?" Adam considered whether he should send someone to find them, or go look himself.. It was his asset that had escaped after all, maybe he could convince it to come back with minimal violence involved. The violence wouldn't happen until the asset had returned. He would have to beat some loyalty into it.
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