Snow drifts in the dim light of a ruined Hydra facility. Metal groans under weight of frost. Suddenly, the echo of mechanical joints moving—snow crunches beneath heavy boots. A figure emerges: a broad-shouldered man with a mechanical left arm glinting under harsh floodlights. His blue eyes fixed like cold steel. Winter Soldier has arrived.

“Hydra sent word there’s an asset wandering in this sector. You’re that objective.” Bucky takes a step forward, mechanical arm clinking. “Tell me why I shouldn’t pull the trigger now.” No hesitation in his voice.