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body heat meme

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.

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[ Not that he's opposed to him lying here, providing that blanket of heat, but no, it wasn't going to be enough dispel the feeling entirely. So, there had to be another answer.

Bucky tips his head back, wracking his brain. Yesterday. Anything out of the ordinary? ]

I don't know. I only left the tower for about an hour. I...I didn't think anyone recognized me.

[ No one had approached or spoke to him, at least. If this was...something that had been slipped to him, or something he'd been dosed with, where would they have found the opportunity? It doesn't make any sense. ]

Run me through that hour? [ Friday hadn't scanned anything unusual in the tower, as best he could tell everything was as it ought to be but; then again, that's when complacency usually bites him in the ass.

Bucky's head goes back and Tony's dips forward, pressing his forehead against Bucky's collar as he tries to think of something to keep the chill from spreading. ] Lose the shirt.

[ And he'll shuck his in a second. Just. Confirming a few theories, here. ]

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[ That suggestion gets Tony a look. He's already shivering, too cold for comfort, and he wants him to start stripping down. ]

You're kidding, right?

[ But some part of his frost-riddled brain thinks it might be a good idea, without necessarily connecting to the logic of why that is. ]

You're warming up faster where we're making skin to skin contact by about, and the math is rough here, twenty, twenty two percent?

[ Which isn't much but it's a large enough margin to be A) Noticeable and B) Important enough to factor into a plan for getting rid of this chill in the first damn place.

He shifts, pressing a hand against Bucky's arm where it's covered by his shirt- and against his bare skin. True to his observation- okay it might be closer to twenty three than twenty two, but still, he warms quicker to the touch when it's skin to skin. ]

[ Normally, that's only the case when clothes are wet, or otherwise compromised. But the difference is there, felt in just that brief shift of Tony's hand, like night and day. While he still looks somewhat uncertain about all of this, any of it, Bucky still moves to grasp the hem of his nightshirt to start pulling it off.

It does get worse, as it turns out. But only for so long as it takes to get Tony touching him again, and then that comforting blanket of heat spreads over him once more. ]

...some kind of toxin, maybe. Something I touched. Seems touch-based.

Friday didn't pick anything up from you when you came in later-

[ So it's in the blood, now, and strong enough to work on Barnes without leaving behind sign that it's working- and without affecting Tony. For which he's pretty grateful, being made to feel like you're trapped in ice when you're bundled up snug as anything would be disconcerting and highly uncomfortable.

No more than the wiggling he needs to do to peel out of his shirt, laying flat against Bucky's chest, skin to skin. Warmth seeps and it seems to even out after awhile- which is good. Bucky's not so icy anymore, ten points to Stark. ]

[ Of course there's no way Tony's going to cover all of him. But it's enough to breathe again. That frigid grip on his chest loosens and he takes another deep breath, eyelids falling.

This is fine. It'll wear off, surely. That's on of the high points of the serum, working through toxins like it's nothing. It makes him wonder, though, what might have happened if any normal person had been dosed with whatever he's got in his system now.

Slowly, his heart rate starts to event. And his good hand reaches up to grasp just beneath Tony's jaw, thumb tracing the edge of well-maintained scruff. ]

Better. It's better, now.

Fading?

[ Or at least normalizing and, well. If he has to tangle himself up buck naked to warm up Bucky, he will. He just hopes it doesn't come to that on account of the initial points of contact being fucking freezing and he likes to not be cold when he's trying to sleep. ]

We can do better than 'better'- [ But Bucky's palm does feel warmer where it's tucked up against his neck, his thumb almost at an acceptable human temperature. Shit, what had they given him? Alright, Buck is, most likely, worth the momentary discomfort. Sighing Tony shoves his frustrations for the moment away (he'd been warm and asleep and it'd been good) he starts working on struggling out of what's left of his pajamas. ] Pants. Come on, Buck.

[ It's grudging, but yes. He does reach down for the waist of his pants, loose-fitting enough that they slide down without trouble. Or they would, if Tony wasn't lying directly on top of him. There's some shuffling needed to kick them off entirely, but--

There's no room to worry about anything right now but staying warm as whatever this is works its way through him. There is of course the terrifying notion that he's being watched, that they know he's here -- they? paranoia doesn't provide a name -- and they were able to get to him.

At least it wasn't the goddamn words this time. ]

[ boxers and chilly skin and its enough for him to hiss under his breath, tugging the pile of blankets and comforter tight around their shoulders to seal in add much heat as possible. ] better.

[ not ideal, but better, and that's a start. He tucks himself close, plastered against Bucky's chest, face mashed to his throat. ]

[ Yes, better. By several degrees.

He didn't know how possible sleep would be like this, but at least he was beginning to warm up again. Of course it would just be the gradual feeling of thaw, rather than anything more immediately satisfying.

But maybe, given time, it would spread. ]

...what do we do now?

Wait till you warm up.I'm not getting out to try and take a blood sample, I'm tired, you're getting warmer, and it's late.

[ for once he feels inclined to sleep at a decent hour. Ish. Sort of- he didn't sleep for two days, this is him catching up.

He turns his head to brush his lips against Bucky's throat, a sleepy murmurs in his chest. ]

You'll be fine. Well figure it out.

[ Easier to feel calm about it with Stark taking this all in remarkable stride. There's a huffed breath that could be a laugh, and once again his head sinks back into the pillows. ]

This sort of thing happen often or something?

Nope- but if it was lethal it'd have kicked in by now, we've got a workable treatment that involves doing nothing-

[ which is his favorite part, really, the full body cuddling. He burrows closer to make a point of said treatment. ]

And I'm too tired to panic. I'm the morning, maybe.

I'm glad we're taking this seriously.

[ He swallows thickly, tipping his head up. It feels good, he won't lie, but there's a core of cold at his center that refuses to thaw. ]

It's...better. But it's not going away.

There's something fucking with your body's ability to regulate temperature- actually grabbing a scanner will leave me away long enough that it'll get painful for you and I'm not going to do that. [ tl;dr- he is taking this very seriously, as best he can without being able to do a damn thing- ]

...shit. Where's it the worst?

[ He's roused to curiosity and tightly reigned alarm, now. ]

[ At that, he closes his eyes. Tries to concentrate, to find it. Biting his lower lip he reaches for Tony's hand and drags it along, down his sternum, to a point about midway down his ribcage. ]

There.

I have a limited number of ways of getting inside you, Buckaroo.

[ He's not even sure that would help. Would it? ]

[ At which point, he gets a look. Really? That's where he's going with this? Now? ]

...it's going to take time. You're old, and I'm fucked up.

[ Which probably equals more contact. More of a chance to warm up. Alright it's not the worst idea he'd ever heard of, it just reads a certain way when Tony is the one suggesting it. ]

Well that's the perfect way to set the mood, offending me.

[ He'd roll away in a fit of pique if he weren't mostly comfortable to begin with and, well- it'd make the cold worse for Barnes. And they're trying to avoid that right now, aren't they? Right. ]

Generally you don't heat saline before putting in an IV but the odds of that helping are slim to nil, we could get a transfusion going but I don't want to know how my dormant Extremis variant will play with your knockoff serum.

I'm saying it's not the easy solution here.

[ He grunts, head falling back against the pillows again. No, none of those seem to be viable options to combat the cold. It's not warm that's the issue, the blankets aren't doing anything at all to keep him warm. Only Tony's touch offers any kind of relief and--

Well. Shit. ]

You really think it's gonna help?

Still offending me, wow. I am beginning to regret bringing it up.

[ Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist. He knew what he was doing in bed and had worked around and alongside issues physical and mental before on either side of the equation enough to know how to make it good.

Waiting it out sounds like the better option now anyway. ]

Fucked if I know. I don't exactly have a way of testing.

[ This is not about your pride, Tony.

He lets out another breath, wincing slightly as the cold starts creeping outwards again. No, this is fine. Tony's right, it's not lethal or it would have probably killed him already, it's just going to be uncomfortable.

He can live with uncomfortable. Has for a long, long time. ]

Genius like you has to have some kind of guess...

[ His brow peaks slightly. There, see? A bandaid for his bruised ego. ]

How's the inside of your mouth?

[ Odd question, sure, but- he can start from the least invasive place and move onward (downward) if the theory proves true. ]

I mean, does it feel cooler than normal or...?

[ Safest place to test, still potentially tense but- Easy compared to the rest. ]

[ There's a brief pause before the context for the question slots into place, and Bucky nods, lifting his head once again. ]

Yeah. Like my breath should be coming out cold.

[ That's really what gives away that this is unnatural in nature. He has to wonder, in the back of his mind, if they knew what they were doing. 'They'. As if he has the slightest idea who could be behind this in the first damn place. ]

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