As she moved, The Winter Soldier felt a figure coming up from behind her in her periphery as she headed towards the tower. It was barely for her to believe her luck that her target had initiated contact with her. Her eyes narrowed as she fell behind him enough to keep a track of how he moved; it so often threw up weaker spots in her targets' physicality. They were not good at hiding their tells.
Twirling the knife out of her thigh holster, The Winter Soldier aimed for the peachy spot between his scapula and his spine on the left were she knew there was a lovely nerve. The knife caught the glare of the snow as she aimed and threw with all her strength to get it through his dense muscles.