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Body heat

Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.
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omgthere'sonebedand need to make it until morning/the day after | Stuck in a car that broke down between cities and it's too cold to leave for the night to get gas | anything else?]no subject
Stuck in a broke down car in a blizzard sounds super fun ngl ๐ ]
Broke down car blizzard time it is.
She had a feeling that he'd been more pissed about that then he'd let on when he'd brought it up to her, maybe hoping she'd say no. Jess had made an educated guess that Bucky didn't like to drag her into his 'work' life. Not that she blamed him. But she also had a feeling that Fury et al were seeing how far they could tug on that leash of his and when it would break. She wouldn't be the reason they decided to use worse measures to keep him. She was still trying to figure out a way to get him cut free from it all.
But her inability to push them all into that corner right now had them packed up and headed out of the city late, and she had a feeling that the person in the driver's seat wasn't particularly thrilled to have her there. Too bad for him. This way, she knew that the person watching his back would actually be watching it properly.
She might have kept up the silence until he broke it first, but there was a worrying grinding growl that came from the undercarriage of the car, followed by a jerking and shaking of the vehicle before the lights went out on the dash, the car still moving forward from inertia of its speed. Bucky managed to get them over to the shoulder of the road, but without the headlights, everything looked far too dark and close, made more claustrophobic by the sheets of wet and slush clumping down over top of them. "Well... shit. Whoever you rented this from is going to get a kick to the nuts."
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He tries to keep his work life and his private life separated, to the fullest extent that he can. Sometimes, that's easier said than done. Currently, it's completely impossible. He'd argued it when Jessica was brought up, but ultimately, it wasn't his call (was anything, ever?), and he had to deal with it regardless.
Then the car decided to completely die on him.
Right here.
In the middle of goddamn nowhere.
"Fuck," he mutters, steering the car to the side of the road, hopefully far enough over no one would hit them. What little light is afforded by a not-quite half-full moon in the dark night sky is only enough to see the snow already starting to pile into a thin blanket across the hood of the car. "Goddammit..." he tilts his head back against the headrest behind him.
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"What's the word I'm looking for? Oh, right. Inauspicious. This is an inauspicious start to our little mission. Maybe it's a sign from whoever that this was a bad idea." Not that she didn't already know that. He hadn't wanted her to come, but not because he didn't like her or trust her. Probably for the same reason she wouldn't want to drag Trish on anything that was even mildly dangerous. Too much could go wrong and both her and Bucky were usually the ones left standing there alone, with blood on their hands. Or faces. She wasn't in a rush to see which one between the two of them had the best luck with survivor's guilt.
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He scoffs a little and shakes his head a little, "Yeah, that's certainly a word for it." He can't help the tiny smile that tries to tug at one edge of his mouth for her use of a ten-dollar word, though.
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"So what do you do when shit like this happens? You're not planning on trekking all the way there, are you? Because I will sit on you and make sure that doesn't happen. I like you with all your toes."
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He sits forward a little to give her his best incredulous look. "Well, what else do you expect me to do? I don't see a better option," he gestures vaguely with his metal hand at the winter tundra surrounding them.
A beat.
He says, "I'm sure my toes would be fine." Probably, he doesn't add.
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This is why he likes her, though. She will argue a point if she feels that strongly about it. Head-strong and stubborn is kind of his type.
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"Fine," he mutters, dejected. He hits the release on his seat belt and slides the seat back. If they're doing this, he's going to at least get as comfortable as possible in the car.
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He snorts softly and shakes his head, "Yeah... maybe you should give it a try next time." A smirk rests on his lips.
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She turned in her seat to face forward, mostly so she could find the lever that let her set the seat back. Back and lying down. Afterward, she took her seatbelt off. The car was still warm enough that the snow was having a hard time sticking too much, but that wouldn't last long. The upper half of the windshield was already getting hard to look through. "Don't suppose you could call your manager and complain about work environments, huh?"
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"Not really that kinda situation," he shakes his head. But hey, if he had to be stuck somewhere in the snow, she was at least better company than any of the idiots Fury was going to try to send with him.
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"You know... we could both get in the backseat. Share some of that body heat you got going on..."
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Honestly? He was fine, but then again... he usually slept on the floor on nights he's alone, less so when one of them is at the other's place; it's nice having that time with her attached to something else than the nightmare-covered floor of his apartment.
"Sure, if that's what you want," he agrees to it easily. He thinks about it for a moment and hums curiously, "Think there might be a blanket in the trunk?" Chances were 50-50, if he had to guess; any vehicle provided by Fury had a chance of being packed well, but it didn't mean every avenue was always covered, either.
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Fury was going to hear a mouthful from her about his shitty mechanic or whoever the car got rented from, but it might not come with a boot to the nards if there was at least a basic supply set in the trunk. Bracing herself, she opened the door and slipped out quickly, closing it behind her to keep as much heat in as she could. "Shit." It was cold out here. Cold and dark. Teeth chattering, she slid her way around the car to the back near the trunk to go rifle in it, looking for equipment.
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"Anything?" he asks, glancing over at the opposite end of the car toward where Jess rummages around the trunk. "Hurry up," he teases her, opening the door to the backseat. It takes a second for him to do the same with the passenger seat to push it as far up and out of the way as possible. "Does this..." but he's mostly talking to himself as he fidgets with the backseat trying to find any button or lever that might recline it even just a little, and she probably can't hear him anyway.
A soft 'thud' confirms he found the right button and he nods, satisfied. It's not a bed, but it's close enough given the circumstances. More like a shitty couch, at best.
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He glances over at her, not quite settled in any specific position yet as he asks, "Top or bottom?" he can already imagine the quippy joke or snapback she'll have for that, but it's a practical question, here. They can't lay side-by-side, so.
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Glancing over at him, she had to squash down the instant reaction to that question, but it showed in the way her lips were twisting into a smirk. "For sex? Bottom. For sleep? Top. You're heavy." For cuddling, well, she'd prefer to spoon him from behind, but the carseat didn't offer that much room.
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โVery thorough answer, I like it,โ he grins, shifting now to lay down against their makeshift bed. โAnd at least we wonโt die of dehydration. Bet thereโs an MRE or something in there too.โ They arenโt great, but heโs certainly had worse.
โCโmere,โ he mumbles, reaching for her with his right hand, warm fingers wrapping gently around her wrist to try and tug her closer, being particularly mindful of exactly how much cooler than usual the metal of his left arm would be at the moment.
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But she also takes a little time to shrug out of her jacket. Leather wasn't great to lay against for warmth, and she wanted to share hers with him, not block him from it. Laying on his chest was always a good place to wind up, so that's where her head went as soon as she flicked out the thinner than she wanted it to be blanket over them. "Now I'm really glad it was me, because you snuggling up with Agent Scowlyface Shades McNofun might be fun to think of, but less fun to do."
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apologies for mistype. I am the dumb
no worries! ๐
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