but when i'm half-expecting you to leave, you remind me of what i'd be missing(♫)
[ The storm wasn't supposed to hit for another two hours. They were supposed to be able to secure the stolen intel with plenty of time to spare for evac, even factoring in possible run-ins with the locals. Instead, mother nature decided to screw up all their plans — the blizzard fell upon the city like a predator upon prey, whiteout conditions cutting off their escape route and making it too dangerous for any of the quinjets to come for them.
Thank goodness SHIELD has been rebuilding its network of safe houses. In her time alone, they'd had to scrap their locations at least three times, but they have to assume this one is safe — they don't have any other option. There's too much risk in going to a hotel, all of which are probably overcrowded with stranded travelers anyway, so here they are, wading through the rising snowbanks as they trek what feels like halfway across the city to the row of tall, squished townhouses.
When they finally reach their destination, she can barely feel her fingers, and her feet are more than a little numb as she leads the way up the steps to the front door. It's a triple lock protection to get inside, but it's a relief to finally shut the door against the biting wind. ]
Okay, where's that thermostat... [ She grumbles to herself as she turns away from Bucky, wrapping her arms tight around herself to hopefully hide just how badly she's shivering. Her coat hadn't exactly been blizzard-appropriate, and ever since the incident in space, she hasn't been able to handle the cold as well. But so long as the power doesn't go out and they can get the place nice and toasty, she'll be just fine. ]
[ It's the kind of weather that triggers a bunch of different memories, both good and bad. Missions he's been sent on. A really bad snowstorm in '35 when 18 inches dropped on that forced New Yorkers to stay inside for close to a week. Siberia.
When he fell off the train.
But, there's some ease in knowing that he's not alone this time. Daisy has been something of a grounding point since SHIELD decided to pair them up in between the bigger threat events that most are jaded to believe happen less often than they actually do.
When they get inside, Bucky immediately checks the entire house out of habit. It's a small hunting cabin with one room, and a bathroom the size of a closet with composting toilet and washbasin. There's a make-shift counter with a couple of propane lanterns and a box full of canned food and plenty of dehydrated packets of food to last for weeks.
Over in the main area is a fold-out couch and wood-burning stove with logs stacked up along another wall across from it. He points to it. ]
[ The glare Bucky receives in response to that is one that would stop a dozen SHIELD agents in their tracks. She does not appreciate your sense of humor, old man. ]
You're hilarious. [ Those flat words are muttered (but well within his range of hearing) as she moves toward the stack, walking stiffly from muscles tightened against the onslaught of shivers. After a few moments of staring miserably at the pile, she groans and turns back to him. ]
I'm really hoping you know how to do this because I skipped Fire Making 101 in training. [ Her voice stutters slightly while her jaw trembles. ] And sure, I could probably figure it out, but I might burn the place down before I get there.
[ But he's Bucky Barnes, surely his time in the army taught him a thing or two about survival, right? Hopefully? ]
[ A grin cracks into the corners of his mouth and he knows he should probably tone it down before the next few hours/days don't become unbearable. She was already miserable with being cold, best not to make things worse.
Somehow, he didn't expect her to know, or not being entirely experienced, with starting fires. He wasn't nearly as cold as her. In fact, Bucky was taking off a layer when she approached the idea of him taking over.
Within 10 minutes, the heat began radiating off the stove and five more minutes after that, it was starting to fill the small room quite quickly. As he shoves another log in, he wanders off and finds a couple of sleeping bags. When he emerges again, he's unrolling one for her. ]
[ If he'd kept up with his shenanigans, he might have ended up with a faceful of her fist. Not that a good punch to the nose would have done much to him, supersoldier healing and all, but it would have been satisfying in the moment. Though at this particular moment, she can't even feel her hands, so it's really a moot point.
While Bucky works on the fire, Daisy tries to stay still and fails miserably. She sits on the couch, then stands and leans against the wall. Back to the couch. Up again to stiffly pace. It's not until the room finally starts to warm that she settles properly onto the couch, arms still wrapped around herself. The part of her that hates being cold (which is a very large part, in fact) wants to go stand as close to the stove as she can safely manage, but the more practical side recalls one of Simmons' many warnings about how to safely come back to temp after prolonged exposure to the cold. She can practically hear Jemma in her head, reminding her of the hours after she'd been rescued from space. ]
Starting to. [ She answers with a slight nod, the shivers no longer stuttering her words. But then she frowns and looks up at Bucky in concern. ] Are you doing okay? With all the... everything?
[ He'd spent the better part of a century being frozen again and again. She'd been frozen once (under very different circumstances) and can't begin to imagine what this must be like for him to be so starkly reminded of those horrible times. ]
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the weather outside is frightful —
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When he fell off the train.
But, there's some ease in knowing that he's not alone this time. Daisy has been something of a grounding point since SHIELD decided to pair them up in between the bigger threat events that most are jaded to believe happen less often than they actually do.
When they get inside, Bucky immediately checks the entire house out of habit. It's a small hunting cabin with one room, and a bathroom the size of a closet with composting toilet and washbasin. There's a make-shift counter with a couple of propane lanterns and a box full of canned food and plenty of dehydrated packets of food to last for weeks.
Over in the main area is a fold-out couch and wood-burning stove with logs stacked up along another wall across from it. He points to it. ]
Right there.
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You're hilarious. [ Those flat words are muttered (but well within his range of hearing) as she moves toward the stack, walking stiffly from muscles tightened against the onslaught of shivers. After a few moments of staring miserably at the pile, she groans and turns back to him. ]
I'm really hoping you know how to do this because I skipped Fire Making 101 in training. [ Her voice stutters slightly while her jaw trembles. ] And sure, I could probably figure it out, but I might burn the place down before I get there.
[ But he's Bucky Barnes, surely his time in the army taught him a thing or two about survival, right? Hopefully? ]
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Somehow, he didn't expect her to know, or not being entirely experienced, with starting fires. He wasn't nearly as cold as her. In fact, Bucky was taking off a layer when she approached the idea of him taking over.
Within 10 minutes, the heat began radiating off the stove and five more minutes after that, it was starting to fill the small room quite quickly. As he shoves another log in, he wanders off and finds a couple of sleeping bags. When he emerges again, he's unrolling one for her. ]
You getting warmer now?
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While Bucky works on the fire, Daisy tries to stay still and fails miserably. She sits on the couch, then stands and leans against the wall. Back to the couch. Up again to stiffly pace. It's not until the room finally starts to warm that she settles properly onto the couch, arms still wrapped around herself. The part of her that hates being cold (which is a very large part, in fact) wants to go stand as close to the stove as she can safely manage, but the more practical side recalls one of Simmons' many warnings about how to safely come back to temp after prolonged exposure to the cold. She can practically hear Jemma in her head, reminding her of the hours after she'd been rescued from space. ]
Starting to. [ She answers with a slight nod, the shivers no longer stuttering her words. But then she frowns and looks up at Bucky in concern. ] Are you doing okay? With all the... everything?
[ He'd spent the better part of a century being frozen again and again. She'd been frozen once (under very different circumstances) and can't begin to imagine what this must be like for him to be so starkly reminded of those horrible times. ]