"I have a seat on the Council not because I wanted one, but because Nick asked me to. Because we're both realists."
"We all know that beyond diplomacy, high-level cooperation, and lofty rhetoric, building a better world sometimes means tearing down the old one."
Alexander Pierce stood in his office before the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to Captain America. He first recounted the friendship forged through his past struggles with Nick Fury, then spoke at length about his ideals. Though he meant to deceive, not everything he said was necessarily untrue.
"When we do this, we're bound to make enemies. They'll call you dirty because you had the courage to put your hands into filthy mud and try to create something better. Thinking about how those people are smugly congratulating themselves right now makes me very, very angry."
But Pierce found himself talking to no one. Captain America did not respond at all, which made things somewhat awkward. Besides, he felt he had laid enough groundwork, so he stated his purpose. "You were the last person Nick Fury saw while he was alive. I don't believe that was a coincidence, so I'll ask you again: why did he go to see you?"
Whenever Pierce thought of how Nick Fury had escaped the assassination attempt and met Captain America, it felt like a bone stuck in his throat. He had no idea what Nick Fury had done between his disappearance and death, much less what he had said to Captain America at the end. Unless he got to the bottom of it, he could never rest easy.
This was the most critical moment of all. He did not want anything unexpected to happen now.
Being able to deceive the Council above and fool Nick Fury below, Pierce's acting skills truly