Breathe.

Pain.

In and out.

Arm throbs.

No more pain.

I am the Winter Soldier.

I have been built to kill. Built to fight.

The Winter Soldier – I – have a mission.

Take them out,

leave no trace,

don't get caught,

finish the mission.

He runs.

I give chase,

He cowers.

I tower over him,

he pleads for life.

I hesitate.

The Winter Soldier takes over.

His pleads fall on deaf ears.

The left hand flashes out.

He is dead.

I don't want to go back.

They force me back.

I'm here,

Cold,

Pain

Pain

Darkness.