Body heat

[thefreakout]

The Body Heat Meme



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.

Comments

[ceptme]

[Wanna get your boy in on the more sci-fi-adjacent side of the MCU shenanigans? I hear space is cold.

Happy to do humanoid!AU if the whole raccoon thing's a little too weird, and I promise to keep the attempted arm-stealing to a minimum]

[notworthallthis]

[Yes plz! This would be an excellent sidestep for him to make cackles.

No plz make this Depression Era man deal with a talking trash panda. It gives me life 🤣

Every time Rocket tries to take the arm it’s just the face in the icon 😂 ]

[ceptme]

[He needs the arm for important and necessary reasons, trust him, is this the face of a raccoon that would lie to you?

Most of the time he doesn't take much to do with whatever's going on back on Earth. He doesn't know much about the local politics and nor does he care to learn, and they're isolated enough that they've barely figured out how to deal with their own species coming in different flavors never mind aliens walking around. His presence tends to cause more problems than it solves. And it's not like there isn't plenty of trouble to find out there in the wider galaxy.

Nonetheless, back in those empty years where it was just him and Nebs drifting from one disaster zone to another and staunchly Not Talking About all the unmade bunks lying untouched, the place did become a home port of sorts. And in the last few years they've ended up in a weird spot when they've been at the nexus of a surprising amount of galactic bullshit while still not having much in the way of homegrown spacefaring experience. So yeah, every so often he gets pulled in to do someone a favor when it comes to alien tech or interstellar travel. Most of the time it's fine.

As it turns out though, most of the time doesn't mean much when you're on that one job that's gone to shit. The Milano is anyone's-guess-where, and here they are, drifting through deep space in a hastily-stolen ship that's half a step above derelict. Everyone's still alive and in the same number of pieces they started out in, so it's not the worst day he's had lately, but it's still shaping up to be a pain in the ass.

There's a scrabbling sound of claws on metal as Rocket drops down from a ceiling vent back into the cockpit. He sighs, his breath steaming in the air, and reaches for a rag to clean the engine grease from his paws. "Alright," he says. "I got good news and I got bad news."

9 BILLION years later...

[notworthallthis]

Bucky has lived through and seen a lot of things, managed crazy unimaginable feats, but space is still... pretty untapped for him. There have been a lot of discoveries since his time–– he refuses to accept Pluto is not a planet, he was thirteen when Tombaugh discovered it originally, no way is he giving that up–– but actively exploring anything further than their own sky? Not really something he's done. Which is part of how he got roped into all this anyway.

He's still adjusting to Rocket and his... everything. But whatever. As weird shit goes, talking, thieving raccoon doesn't rank highest or anything.

"Bad news first," he says on a sigh. It's always better that way because you get to end on some kind of high note.