[ 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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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. ]