Иисус, he was strong. She'd never felt someone with such mass in a slimmer package before. The Winter Soldier struggled a little with his grip and his weight pinning her to a soft surface; the more she struggled, the more she sank into the snow and the ground beneath her.
"I am not Peggy..." she seethed through the mask, getting the booted sole of her foot to a harder surface. She kicked up and aimed her knee at the knife wound on his back. "У меня нет имени."