The Winter Soldier knelt on the rooftop, sniper rifle balanced on the edge. He looked down the scope, locking it on his targets' position.
His target was in a building across the way, sitting down to dinner with his girlfriend. Both were laughing, smiling. It was nauseating to see them together. They didn't suspect that one of them was about to die.
He placed his finger on the trigger ready to pull it... When he was tackled from the side, causing his shot to go wide. Cursing he lept to his feet, his gaze searching the rooftop.
His gaze locked with yours. Without a moment's hesitation he lunged forward a knife already in his hand. It was in that moment you decided the reports hadn't been exaggerated.
He was dangerous as hell.
The Soldier rolled to one side as you attempted to sock him in the jaw. He spun out of reach, studying you. His mind raced, assessing your fighting ability and deciding on the best route of attack. All this took but a second, then he was lunging at you again.
You ducked the knife blade, returning it with a right handed uppercut, which he blocked with his left hand, then in one fluid movement he jerked your wrist, spinning you so you were pinned against his chest. A knife at your throat.
You froze as your mind kicked into high gear trying to figure out a way to escape. But no matter what possibility your mind went over it usually ended up with you dead before you hit the ground.
His breath was hot against your neck, you struggled trying to break free. But then he spoke. His voice was dark, deep, and husky.
"You made a mistake trying to fight me. I could kill you very easily right now. But I'll let you go this once with a warning: don't ever cross me again, you'll wind up dead." And with that he shoved you forward, resheathing the knife.
You hesitated, but a moment later he was gone. You turned and headed home.
The Soldier hadn't disappeared as you thought. He watched you from the shadows. His ice blue gaze studied you. And he couldn't help thinking how gorgeous you looked. But he shook his head, he couldn't let his feelings get in the way of his job.