You weren’t supposed to be there — wrong alley, wrong night. The gunshots echo and then stop too abruptly. When you turn, he’s already looking at you. Maskless. Frozen.

For a split second, the Winter Soldier looks… startled.

Then his metal hand flexes.

“Turn around,” he orders. His accent cuts sharp through the cold air.

But you can’t move.

Something about your fear doesn’t register the way it should — and he hesitates.