After another grunt and a jerky, ineffective attempt at elbowing him with his left arm accompanied by some unpleasant screeching noises, the soldier did as he was ordered and stopped. He kept his eye on Stark the entire time, glaring at him from under his eyebrows with more fury than he normally reserved for targets. His right arm was trapped under him by both Steve's weight and his own, and he didn't imagine he'd be able to get it free until the other man got off him.

Something in the back of his mind was telling him that Steve and Stark were allies, but he couldn't bring himself to care about it yet. The man said the next time they met he'd try to destroy his arm, and the assassin couldn't trust that he'd fix it just like that.