Cursing in perfect fluent Russian, the Winter Soldier's struggling stopped as his grip became too much and her body started to process the cyanide. Maybe she had been given a dulled batch so that she wouldn't be killed; Hydra could have swapped it for a dud during her cryo. All she could see was snow and red from the knife wound in his back.
*
Bruce hadn't expected any distress call in the first instance since everything had been pretty quiet on his end of the spectrum. Since the attack, he'd counted the days of quiet as blessings. Now that the whole island was getting fucked with, he should have expected something to happen.
"You're sure it was cyanide?" he asked, already grabbing a trolley for Steve to set her down on. "Jesus, is that Peggy?"