#alexandergpierce

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

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. 

[ 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. ]