The sinking of the blade into his back bought her no pleasure; it was simply her mission to bring in Captain America. His face had been drilled into her mind ever since they took him out of the ice. He'll wish he'd have stayed buried there once she was through with him. He went down like a sack of lead bricks and she stalked towards him to take her advantage. Her braided hair was looser and whipped in the breeze but her eyes were steel and her skin as pale as the snow around them.
The Winter Soldier wasn't surprised when he took the own knife from his back and got into defence mode. She would easily break his wrist and take it back, plunge it into his temple and complete her mission. She was inches from him now and grabbed at the wrist of his right hand, one that was wielding the knife at her.