Author's Note: I know that each chapter is very short but that's sort of the point of this. Each is just a mere snippet of what Bucky Barnes went through while he was the Winter Soldier. Remember that this is pure speculation and a combination of the comic 'verse and the movie 'verse. I hope you enjoy! And remember to listen to "Monster" by Imagine Dragons when reading this because that song was and continues to be the inspiration for this little story! R&R!
The Winter Soldier's ice blue eyes snapped open as he was awakened for his cryogenic sleep. Blinking and dizzy, he stumbled forward and stepped from the pod that they kept him him when he wasn't completing a mission for them, even if he had no idea who 'they' were or who he was either. The dark-haired man grabbed hold of the nearest person although he paid little attention to how tight his grip was until it was too late. The Winter Soldier crushed the man's throat without a second thought. He tossed the body aside and glared at the people in white lab coats that bustled about around him.
Someone handed him a folder and the Winter Soldier snatched it away with a scowl, dark brows knitted together in concentration. He looked through the file in his hand, studying it. It was his next target. He was to make it look like an accident but Howard Stark needed to die. The man seemed to know too much, making him a danger to the organization that had created the Winter Soldier. However, none of that mattered to the assassin. It was his job to kill whomever they sent him to kill. It was as simple as that and he had been created to be the perfect soldier. Following orders was all the dark-haired man knew how to do at this point.
He tossed the folder aside and marched off to gather his weapons. In all honestly, he would only need one. A rifle. A well placed bullet to send a car careening out of control would do the job quite nicely. Or perhaps he would take out the engine. Or the Winter Soldier could use a single bullet to take out the driver. The way that he chose to do it didn't matter as long as the job was completed. As long as the Winter Soldier took out the man named Howard Stark, no one would question how the soldier chose to go about it. If anyone else got in his way, they would die as well. It made no difference to the man with the metal arm.
He had his mission and it was simple. Once it was completed, he would return to this base of operations and they would wipe his memory. Then the Winter Soldier would return to his frozen sleep-like state until they needed him again.
He was a weapon.
A tool.
A means to an end.
He did his job like a good soldier and didn't question his orders.