The Winter Soldier walked with a purpose toward his intended target. Just the sight of him was enough to strike fear into most people's hearts. This man was no exception. The assassin knew nothing of who the person was that he was being sent to kill. He didn't need to know anything. He had a job to do, a mission to complete. Once it was completed, he would be placed back into his deep sleep. That was all that he needed to know. Anything more than that and the Winter Soldier knew that he would be completely reprogrammed again. That was an experience he did not want to repeat. While he had no memory of the event itself, there were remanents, always pieces left behind, and there were the scars. Even if he didn't know where they each came from, the Winter Soldier was aware of the great amounts of pain necessary to cause such scarring to occur in the first place.
There was no time to think right now, however, because his target was in sight and his orders were clear. Kill the man in front of him and return to HYDRA's base yet again. Words weren't necessary at a time like this because the Winter Soldier's eyes spoke volumes for him. An anger, white hot and dangerous, simmered in his icy glare as he grabbed the man by the throat and started to choke the life out of him.
It wasn't typical for the Winter Soldier to get this close to his target but previous attempts on his life hadn't worked out in the assassins favor. It seemed wiser to take care of this target face to face. There was no way around having to get his hands dirty this time and the assassin knew it.
The man fought back, clawing at the Winter Soldier's metal arm but finding no way to get a grip. His hand tightened around the man's throat as a low growl slipped out from beneath the mask that he wore to hide his identity from the world at large. Anonymity made his job easier after all. As he watched the man gasp and claw, kick and hit at the assassin, the Winter Soldier's ice blue eyes narrowed. He held tight until the man took one last gasp. Then the assassin let go, letting the man unceremoniously drop to the ground.
He turned away even as the body made a gentle 'thump' as it crumpled to the ground. The Winter Soldier marched his way back into the shadows. There would be a car waiting for him to return him to the secret HYDRA base and that was where the dark-haired assassin was headed at the moment, becoming one with the darkness around him quite easily.