Winteriron camping..... Mothman?
My guy I thought Mothman was a tumblr joke this man is an actual cryptid???? 😭😭 I'm so stupid
Anyway flannel moths! Tony is very fluffy and has very blue fur.
"This is stupid. We're gonna get killed. I hate this," Bucky muttered, stabbing at the fire they'd built with a stick violently. “How did you talk me into this?”
“I threatened to tell Natasha that you were the one who ate the slice of cake she’d been saving,” Steve replied, unconcerned.
Bucky threw his hands up, frustrated, but he suspected being killed by a cryptid would be better than what Natasha would do to him. “When did you start believing in this stuff, anyway?”
“Sam’s into this stuff and I want to impress him,” Steve answered, shrugging.
“I’M HERE TO HELP YOU GET IN SAM’S PANTS?!” Bucky roared.
Steve blinked at him, unimpressed. He returned his attention to book he’d been reading about different cryptids of the east coast. “You’re here to make sure I live long enough to. You know you wouldn’t have let me come alone anyway so I don’t understand why you’re making a fuss.”
“Unbelievable,” Bucky hissed. He got to his feet and turned to stomp off into the woods.
“Where are you going?” Steve called after him.
“I’m going to walk off my rage so I don’t just fucking kill you myself,” Bucky snapped.
Bucky turned to walk back and grab one of the flashlights, then stormed back into the woods.
Maybe he should have brought breadcrumbs or something, because as soon as he got away from the fire, all of the trees looked the same. He was pretty sure that he was following a path, but not entirely. Maybe he should bite the bullet and go back. If Sam was there, he could razz him mercilessly for being attracted to a punk like Steve.
His flashlight caught on something shiny and blue as he turned around. Bucky paused, considering if he wanted to open that kettle of fish, then sighed in frustration. It would bother him forever if he didn’t see what it was. He turned the flashlight back on the trees they’d shone on before, not really expecting anything except maybe a shirt or coat that had been left behind by other campers.
Instead the beam found glowing red eyes. Bucky sucked in a deep breath to scream.
“Ow, fuck, that’s bright. Stop it!” the creature snapped, and a hand came up to shield its eyes.
Bucky dropped the beam just enough to show a furred ruff around the creature’s neck, which spread back to fuzzy blue wings. Its eyeballs’ glow faded to a dull pink as the light moved away. “Um, sorry,” he said, for lack of anything else.
“Well, at least you didn’t scream,” the creature sighed. “It hurts my ears.”
Bucky couldn’t help feeling incredibly proud of himself. A little stupid, too, though. He stole a glance at the creature’s ears, like a human’s except pointed, sort of like what he imagined an elf’s might look like. The tips were coated with blue fuzz, too. Somehow that was cute. “Oh no,” Bucky said.
The creature looked at him, eyes big and frightened. “Are you a hunter? Please don’t hurt me, I wasn’t doing anything.”
“I’ve just had a sexual awakening,” Bucky moaned, rubbing his face with his free hand.
“Oh, a monster fucker,” the creature said flatly. “Sometimes you’re worse.”
“Shut the fuck up people come looking for you for sex?!” Bucky asked shrilly. He found himself sinking to the ground, overwhelmed. “I just found this out about me!”
The creature took a few steps toward him, bending at the waist to be able to see his face. “Well, you don’t have to act like being attracted to me is a chore,” he said, scowling.
“You’re being very rude,” Bucky told it. “I’m having an identity crisis right now. What’s your name? Pronouns? I feel gross calling you ‘it.’“
“I’m Tony,” the creature said. Tony blinked at him, frowning, then added, “I’m male. It’s why I’m blue!” he added cheerfully, fluttering his wings. They shimmered in the dim glow from the flashlight. “Females are yellow.”
“That’s neat,” Bucky said faintly.
Tony blinked at him a little longer, then stood up, crossing his arms thoughtfully. “Well, you’re much prettier than most of the monster fuckers that come looking for us.”
Bucky felt very proud again. He thought maybe he shouldn’t, except Tony didn’t look offended or scared, so. “Thanks, I guess.”
“Yeah, like this weird little human? I don’t think he’s a monster fucker but he smells really fuckin’ horny whenever he comes. I can’t tell if it’s at the thought of me or his hunting partner,” Tony continued, oblivious.
Bucky surged to his feet on instinct and reached out for Tony’s hand. Tony stared up at him, mouth falling open in shock. He looked down at their entwined hands, then back at Bucky’s face.
“This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I know screaming hurts your ears but Tony. Tony. Please help me embarrass Steve.”
“The little hunter?” Tony asked skeptically.
“He and Sam just want your picture,” Bucky assured him, and then, “I will make it worth your while.”
Tony narrowed his eyes at him. “What do you have that I would want?”
“Have you ever tried a s’more?” Bucky asked.
Tony blinked, uncomprehending. “No?”
“You’ll love ‘em,” Bucky decided. “Come on.”
“Be careful of my fur, I’m venomous,” Tony warned again, but he allowed Bucky to pull him along anyway.
Bucky warned him to cover his ears just before they cleared the treeline, which seemed to get him in Tony’s good graces as both Sam and Steve screamed bloody murder when they saw him.
