He does remember.
"молодец. Зймний Солдат."
Every time he completes a mission he hears it. When the old Handler disappears and is replaced with a younger it changes slightly. But it means the same thing.
"молодец. Солдат."
Each mission starts the same. The words are said. The phrase triggers. He gives his compliance. He gets his mission.
This is his first mission in America. It is a strange country. Full of colors, noises… humans. He ignores them in favor of his mission. He has back up this time. He knows they're there to keep him on a leash. But his plan is too use them to his advantage. They are wary. Everyone is wary around him but he has worked with this team before and they are more guarded than usual. He does not know why.
He does not care.
He has a target.
He is stationed in a schoolhouse on the seventh floor up and on the southeast corner of the building. One floor below him, a team member lies in wait. He carries a gun custom made to be exactly the same as his own. It is of Italian make. The rifling is exact. It is his job to take the blame. To keep the Winter Soldier a secret.
No matter the cost.
The Soldier preps his sights. HYDRA operatives are stationed throughout the area. Some are even in the target's company. Others are disguised in the gathering crowds. They will serve as witnesses. Only he and the man below him have the appropriate weapons. The Soldier checks his sights one last time. The crowds are getting louder.
His target is approaching.
The car rounds the corner. Four people are inside. He only has one target. The target is leaning forward. He waits. When the target sits back, he takes the shot.
It misses.
The Winter Soldier has never missed.
He growls angrily and shoots twice more in rapid succession. Both hit the target. One exits through the target's throat and hits anther passenger's back. It is an unnecessary kill but one he is willing to accept. His target is dead. He has completed his job. An operative takes the rifle from him and exchanges it with the man below. The Soldier takes the back staircase.
His mission is over.
He learns that his missed shot had been mysteriously bent out of the way. Not by wind. It had taken a ninety-degree turn before disappearing into the dirt. His Handler mentions that there are rumors of a superior race of humans. Humans born with abilities no man can imagine. Perhaps with the ability to control metal.
The Soldier scoffs at this. A man that can control metal? Why did he not crush his arm? He ignores the rest of his Handler's musings. He did his job. He completed his mission.
He is put under until his next mission.
A/N:
I'm not overly pleased with this chapter. There is so much information available about the JFK assassination (if you didn't pick that up... surprise! Bucky assassinated JFK in the comics) that you really have to read and research everything in order to get some semblance about what happened. After the twentieth eye witness account, rereading the ballistics report and autopsy report eight times, and countless theories and articles I pretty much rolled my eyes and decided I'm going with my version.
It's fictional!
I know the single bullet theory has pretty much been debunked but it worked for this so I went with it.
Also... Magneto cameo!
But seriously. If Magneto tried to stop the JFK assassination than he literally failed to a guy with a metal arm. An entire arm made of metal! Shame Magneto. Shame.
Also, I will be posting a new story that is a spin off of this one. It was originally going to be the next chapter but it spawned into its own thing. If you're interested, keep an eye out. The first chapter is coming very soon!