A/N: I hope that you guys are enjoying this story. I know it's a departure from the other things that I've written before but I'm enjoying writing it. I'm not sure it'll tie in with the other Captain America stories that I've been writing or not but it's possible. Anyway, I appreciate the handful of views that it's gotten and I hope that more people will give this story a shot! Enjoy the new chapter. I'm sure this will be coming to a close soon and I'll do my best to focus on other stories to get them updated as well!
The assassin positioned himself on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the area, watching through the scope on his rifle for the car to come into view. The only sound right now happened to be that of each passing car and the Winter Soldier preferred it that way. The silence was his friend. It brought him focus. It helped him to see with such clarity that what he was doing was the right thing. His mission would help the organization that he worked for further their mission and that was important. It was the only thing that mattered to the soldier. He was doing good work and one day he would perhaps even be rewarded for that good work. He was helping to reshape the world around him, to make it reflect what the people he worked for wanted for the world. It didn't matter to the Winter Soldier if other people saw what he was doing in a negative light. He knew that it was right. It was what they wanted of him and carrying out his mission was the only thing that mattered to the dark-haired man.
This man, this Howard Stark, stood in the way of that group's mission. Stark was getting too close to the truth. He was a threat. And threats needed to be quelled. They needed to be squashed before they could gain any momentum. That was where the Winter Soldier came in. That was the reason that the assassin with the bionic arm was sitting on this rooftop right now, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
Looking through the scope yet again, the Winter Soldier counted the heartbeats until the car would be in the perfect position.
One ...
Two ...
Three ...
Four ...
On 'five', he pulled the trigger twice. Each time he squeezed the shot rang in his ear although the silencer on his weapon kept anyone else from hearing it. This was to look like an accident for all intents and purposes so someone hearing the gunshots or seeing the Winter Soldier would defeat the purpose after all. One shot hit the right front tire. The second hit the engine. He watched, waited, as the car careened out of control. As it crashed into one of the cars beside it, the Winter Soldier allowed a flicker of a smile to grace his lips. Then he took apart his weapon to put it away. His job was done here and it was time to get the hell out of the area before someone came looking.