The plan, if you could call it that, had been to run with the baby to a shelter but she had realised as she got to the top floor that the snow had turned into a blizzard. It was at least knee deep and coming down thicker than Russia in December. The tiny human being in her arms should not be out in that kind of weather without proper protection and so The Winter Soldier had simply stopped, knowing she was trapped.
Perhaps she should have been scared or angry when the woman found her. One cursory glance told her everything she needed to. "You're the mother," she stated, staying still as she baby stretched out her tiny fingers. "She was crying, and crying and crying. You were in the bathroom." She stated as fact, rather than accusing, "So I... I don't know what I did."
The baby squealed a little and caught her attention. The Winter Soldier touched a finger down her tiny foot and shuddered as the baby reacted. "Her name is not Honey." she said absently.