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.
