When Rumlow had decided to hit up the local bake sale to procure treats for the house, he really hadn't expected such a turn out. It was like the entire town was here, greedy for confections. Rumlow wasn't particularly tempted, but he browsed the stalls all the same, trying to pick up a little of everything to keep Kenzi satisfied for the week. Among the crowds were familiar faces, locals generally, though by the look of some, he had to wonder.

Rumlow was packing his haul to leave when he heard a microphone tap; he turned to look at the head table. Standing there was the leader of the local PTA and --

"No way."

Pushing through the crowd and muttering a few 'excuse me's' to make sure he didn't step on any toes (literally or figuratively), Rumlow made his way to the front so he could get a better view. There was no mistaking it though. That was Alexander Pierce, member of the World Security Council and a top dog in SHIELD. There was something else too, but it was just another fuzzy memory and Rumlow frowned at his own brain damage not for the first time.

He stared up at him, trying to make eye contact to indicate they needed to talk, once Pierce was finished with his little spiel. How had he not known he was here? There was a notion that Pierce had a position here, something to do with the school, but he didn't have much of a connection with the place. Maybe that was why. Did Pierce even remember him? Or was he suffering from the same amnesia that affected them all? Rumlow had a lot of questions and damn, he really hoped Pierce could answer some of them.