Summary: Bucky and reader get stuck in a blizzard on the way back from the mission. Reader tries to save face by not letting on how cold they are which ends in comforting fluff and a doting Bucky.
A/N: This is pure self-indulgent fluff. I have a midterm tomorrow, and of course I procrastinated by polishing this one-shot. Also it has already started snowing where I live. As always, the reader is kept as non-descript as possible. Literally corn-ball central, it’s just to make you feel all warm and cozy inside.
It was so cold.
Not cold in the cute ‘curl up with a book and drink cocoa’ way.
It was below freezing, fight for survival, limbs numb, exhausted cold. Even worse than that, we hadn’t been prepared for it. The mission had gone fine, but the weather had taken a nasty turn so that there was no way of flying back. We had barely made it to the safe house and when we got out of the jet, it was blizzarding so much that we couldn’t see.
As we rushed in and slammed the door shut, the flakes didn’t even melt on the doormat.
I stomped my feet, trying to get some feeling back into them. It didn’t do anything. I shivered in my less-than-ideal jacket, and dropped my bag. “Is there a heater?”
Bucky was across the room fiddling with a fuse box. He flipped one of them and some lights came on. It had a cozy-looking interior despite the frigid air. He flipped another one, but the heater gave a couple weak thrums and then stopped. He chuckled, “I guess not.”
I walked over to the fireplace. There was a sizeable stack of firewood and some matches. “I guess we’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way. I knelt down and stacked the firewood like a log cabin. The wood must have been exceptionally dry, because it lit up quickly and the fire became steady.
I shrugged off my now damp jacket and hung it on a chair. I wished it was dry so that I could still wear it. Despite the fire the air was still freezing. I searched my bag in the hope of finding another layer, but it was mostly mission gear and pajamas.
Bucky was making an inventory of the cupboards and everything else. “Well, there is plenty of food, dry stuff, and bars. We won’t starve.” He was wearing his cargo pants and t-shirt, and not shivering at all.
“Aren’t you cold?”
He smiled, “Nope, perks of the super serum I guess.”
The clothes I was wearing were damp as well and I was trying not to show how much I was shivering. I was usually great in the cold. My parents had always called me ‘polar-bear’ because of how much I liked the snow, but this was another level. “I’m going to change,” I said automatically.
He nodded at me and started looking through his bag as well.
Luckily my pjs were sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, but it still wasn’t adequate. I put all the socks I had brought with me on. We had been able to wash up at a location the day before, so nothing smelled too bad.
I was alone, with Bucky, in a cabin in the middle of a storm. I blushed at the prospect of having to share a room with him, but was very worried at the prospect of him seeing me as weak. I had always been tough on missions. I could fight through pain, I could hike when I was exhausted, and I could outsmart almost any enemy battle plan, but I couldn’t control the chattering of my teeth or the numbness spreading through my fingers and toes. With anyone else I may have let down my guard, but with Bucky, I didn’t want to. He was my superior officer, he was my friend too, but non-work excursions didn’t generally require feats of strength and showing your mettle. I didn’t have to worry about looking tough at the movies or having food. This was my first time as a second on a mission—just him and me—we had done group missions before, but I wanted a chance to prove myself. Even then, I liked him; liked him, liked him, and I didn’t want him to think any less of me. I was determined. It was just one night.
When I got out of the bathroom, Bucky had changed as well. He was sitting on the couch with a blanket that I saw he had gotten from an open chest at the foot of the bed. He was messing with the communicators. “No signal right now, we will have to wait for the storm to die down. Hopefully Tony won’t worry too much about you.”
I smiled, confused, “What do you mean?”
“Well, he’s not going to worry about me. He doesn’t like me.” He chuckled.
I chuckled with him, but argued back. “If he’s worried about me more than you it would be that I’m not a super-soldier, just a regular human.”
He frowned slightly, though I wasn’t sure why.
There were three other blankets in the chest. I spread two of them out on the bed and wrapped one around myself. I sat on the couch in front of the fire and started gnawing on a very cold protein bar.
Bucky did the same thing, staring into the flames. “You ok?” he asked suddenly.
I turned towards him and there was a concerned look wrinkling his brow. I smiled, trying to suppress my shivering again, “Yeah, I’m good.” The fire wasn’t doing anything to quell the chill. “I’m just tired I guess.”
He nodded, “You can have the bed, I can take the couch.” He said, he still looked concerned.
I didn’t sleep at all that night. I was afraid that if I did, I would freeze and not be able to wake up. I’m sure I was exaggerating, but my body simply would not let me sleep.
I was exhausted.
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In the morning, the blizzard was still raging. The only reason I could tell it was morning was because Bucky got up, looked out the window and swore.
“What time is it?” I asked, still huddled under the blankets in bed.
“It’s 8AM, not that anyone could tell that from the amount of snow out there.”
I groaned, and got out of bed, joining him at the window to look outside. I pulled the blanket closer around me. The shivering was starting to make me crazy. I was tired and I wanted to cry, but I pulled myself away and made another fire. I sat myself down on the rug right in front of it.
Bucky came and sat next to me. “You sleep alright?” he asked.
“Yeah, good,” I lied halfheartedly. I probably looked a mess, but I hoped he would somehow not notice. He looked refreshed. He was still wearing that t-shirt and looked as though he was as comfortable as he would be on a balmy spring day.
“Ever been in a blizzard before?” he asked.
I shook my head, “I love the snow, usually.” I laughed shortly, “I love playing in the snow and everything, but I’ve never been in a blizzard, or at least nothing this bad.”
“Did you get snow growing up?”
I nodded, “Yeah, we would get a good amount of snow where I lived. Everyone always was bothered by it, but I actually always looked forward to it.”
“So you’re a little polar-bear,” he nudged me with his elbow playfully.
“Yeah,” I tried to smile with his teasing.
We found a set of cards and played for a while in front of the fire, chatting. The stove still worked, and Bucky managed to boil some water so we could have cup noodles and hot chocolate. We even found some old Disney tapes and a VCR and watched Mulan and The Lion King. I know Bucky had seen some Disney movies before, cause I made him watch some, but we hadn’t gotten around to these ones and it was adorable to see him laugh and be surprised at the stories, he almost seemed like a child again. I even saw him wipe away a tear during the Lion King.
I almost felt warm. Almost. I kept the blanket wrapped around me the whole day and tried to stay as close to the fire as possible. We didn’t have a temperature reading, but I was sure it was still far below zero as when I had seen it the day before in the jet.
I didn’t feel great. My body was so exhausted from the mission and not sleeping, and it was wavering under the stress of being cold, but I was trying to save face. I felt my eyes close a couple of times during the movie, and in our last game of cards I couldn’t seem to pay attention. I felt like crying, but I wouldn’t.
“Are you doing alright?”
My eyes snapped up to Bucky, what did he see? “Yeah, why?” I made an effort to smile.
“You just seem a little unfocused.”
I nodded, “Yeah, I’m all good.”
He didn’t look convinced, “You know you can tell me if something is wrong, right?”
“I know,” I tried not to make eye contact with him, his asking made tears start to prick at my eyes. I was just so exhausted.
“You did really well on the mission, if that’s what you’re worried about. I know I don’t say a lot of stuff like that, but you did do really well.”
“Thanks, I’m fine, really.”
He was silent for a moment, I looked at my hand of cards, not wanting to look at him.
“I,” he sighed, “I—Can you let me know what’s on your mind? I just have a feeling that you’re not telling me something.”
I couldn’t stop the tears from running down my face. I tried to wipe them away, and he noticed.
“Hey, hey—” he scooted toward me on the floor and set his hand on my knee, “It’s ok, just tell me what’s up.”
I sniffed, oh goodness, I could slap myself. I was sniffing. “I’m just—just so—cold,” I lamely half-stuttered, half-shivered.” I wiped more tears away, “I didn’t want you to judge me.”
“For being cold?”
I couldn’t look him in the face, I shook my head, “For being weak.”
“I don’t think you’re weak—but why—why would I think your being cold made you weak?”
I shrugged, “I dunno.” I sniffed again, wiped at my nose and eyes again, trying to stop my body shaking from sobs and shivering.
“Oh hon, no,” He pushed some hair back from my face, “I don’t think you’re weak. I chose you to be second on this mission because I think you’re the opposite of that. We work well together, and you always persevere, even when things get tough.”
I stifled another sob, “I know, but now—”
“You can’t control the weather doll.”
“I’ve been through so much worse though, and then this gets me,” I gestured to the cold, “And I just wanted to impress you and I didn’t want to complain,” I sniffed again, “And I’m just so tired and I can’t think. And now I’m crying.” I gave a dry laugh.
“How did you actually sleep last night?”
He was still close to me with his hand resting on my knee, I didn’t look at him. “Terribly.”
“You should have told me.” He said gently.
I looked up at him and gave a faltering smile, “Well it’s not like there was that much you could do about it either.”
He wiped some tears from my cheek, and I felt my face grow warm from the contact.
“You still could have told me, we’re partners we need to be honest with each other, and I think there is something I could have done.” The look on his face was so gentle and kind that I felt my chest blooming with a different type of warmth.
I wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but in one fluid movement he had pulled me into his lap and stood up. I gave a small noise of surprise, and was so startled that my arms automatically wrapped around him as was lifted into the air.
“Bucky—” I started.
He walked to the bed, “You need sleep, and you need heat.”
“Uh—”
“We’re going to cuddle,” he stated simply. He set me down and pulled back the covers, settling in next to me.
“Oh, um, you don’t need—”
“I’m lead on the mission, right? That means I need to take care of you.”
“Bucky—”
He pulled the covers over us and wrapped his arms around me, tucking my head into the crook of his neck. He gave a relaxed sigh, “Are you comfortable?”
I nodded into his chest.
“Good.”
“Bucky, thank you, but you really don’t need to do this.”
I felt his nose graze the top of my hair, “If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t be doing this. If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll go. I just thought you might need some extra body heat.”
Honestly, it felt heavenly. He was so warm. I felt my shivering start to subside as soon as he had pulled the covers over us. I didn’t ever want him to leave.
“You’re so warm,” I mumbled, feeling myself start to drift off.
I felt his chest rumble as he chuckled, “I tend to run hot.”
I don’t know if it was my vulnerable sleepy mind, or a streak of bravery, but I heard myself say: “Yeah you do,” in an obviously playful voice.
My eyes shot open after I heard myself, and I found myself looking at a smirking Bucky.
“I—I don’t, I’m sorry—” I stuttered, then I groaned, and tried to turn away from him.
He laughed at me, “Oh no you don’t,” he kept me from turning over, pulling me tighter to his body, “Do you have something you want to say to me?”
I heard the smirk in his voice, and didn’t dare look at him, instead covering my face in my hands, “No?”
“I think you do,” He insisted.
“It’s ok, you can let me freeze now.”
He laughed again and pried my hands from my face, “Hey, you don’t get to get out of an explanation.”
I hid my face as much as possible in the pillow.
“We’re partners, right? We need to be honest.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just stop making fun—I’m so tired.”
He laughed, but not an unkind laugh, “I’m not making fun, I’m just wondering. Is it possible you said that cause you like me? Doll?”
I let myself look into his face. Although I knew he was amused by the situation, his eyes and voice were sincere, he actually wanted to know. I nodded, twice, slowly. I looked away again and became even more aware of his arms around me, and his body pressed next to mine. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—didn’t know how to—it’s just that we’re friends and you’re my superior—and I’m just—just—"
I was cut off as he tilted my face towards his with one of his hands, and kissed me. I let out a breath of surprise, but his hands threaded through my hair, keeping his lips on mine, and I kissed him back. My brain seemed to have short-circuited and my whole body was suddenly filled with warmth. I wasn’t shivering from the cold anymore.
He pulled away, and I tried to follow with a noise of complaint, but I opened my eyes. I have never received a look like the look he gave me before. It was so full of love an adoration that I was taken aback. He loved me, just as I loved him, and he didn’t have to say anything for me to know, but he did anyway.
“I should have told you sooner,” he said, “I’m such a coward, you’re the brave one. I love you, I love you so, so much.”
I smiled, and brushed some hair behind his ear, “I love you too Bucky, so, so much.”
He gave me another kiss, just as passionate, but shorter. “You still need sleep,” he noted, and pulled me as close as possible, and allowing me to rest in his warmth.
Can someone tell me how dorms work at t regular college? My college is so Christian they didn't even allow boys/girls to live in the same building or visit their respective rooms.
A little game I like to play with myself is thinking my professors are forking with me on how much reading they assign, and then realizing they are serious.
Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale are key players when Jesus is tempted in desert. This is based off the story in the Bible where Jesus fasts in the desert, and a devil tries to tempt him to eat etc.
A/N: I may got to Hell for this, but then again I could get into Heaven. If you’re Christian and you somehow get offended by this, I am also Christian. I’m not trying to insult anyone by putting Jesus in fanfiction, I just happen to think this is the way he would act in this situation. God loves everyone ya’ll. Be nice to each-other.
“Well, you’ve haven’t eaten in a while.”
The man looked around to see the source of the voice. It was Crowley. They knew each other from a long time ago. It was long before the fall.
The man looked from Crowley, and then scanned the surrounding desert, there was no one else in sight and it occurred to him that this wasn’t a normal traveler
Crowley sat down on the rock next to him, “But then again, if you really wanted to eat, you could turn any of this stuff around here into food.” He gestured at the various shrubs and stones.
“I suppose I could if I wanted to, but I just use my Fathers power, so I don’t have to eat,” he smiled at the demon.
Crowley smiled back, “But you are mortal, JC, aren’t you tempted.”
Jesus shrugged, “I suppose since you are tempting me it counts as ‘being tempted’, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to do it.”
Crowley looked mildly impressed, although it was hard to tell with his sunglasses, “Well that’s what they sent me up here to do so we might as well get this over with,” He sighed and snapped his fingers.
Both of them stood atop a tall building looking out over one of the cities of the world.
Jesus looked at him curiously, and stepped back from the ledge, “What do you want me to do this time?”
The demon looked over the edge to the ground and quickly stepped back, “I don’t like heights, I’ve always had a fear of falling.” He turned towards Jesus, “But I bet if you decided to jump some angels would just catch you, or miracle you into flying, or something.”
“Sure, but then again, maybe they wouldn’t.”
“You don’t think God would do that for you?”
He chuckled, “My death is already planned, I don’t think anything could kill me till then. Besides, I wouldn’t need to fly, I’d probably just survive the fall. I have been known to heal people you know, or I will be known for that I guess. Ever heard of Lazarus?”
Crowley shook his head.
“You will. Anyways, I wouldn’t die.”
“I admire your confidence, I really do.” Crowley snapped his fingers again, and they stood on a mountain.
The world bent around them and they saw castles, and waterfalls, and everything beautiful the world could offer.
Crowley shuddered, “Honestly, I need to stop going up to these heights.” He steeled himself, “Anyways, have you ever seen the world?”
Jesus scoffed at him, “You realize I am the Son of God, right?” By this Jesus meant ‘You realized I helped create this thing, right? Sure, I don’t remember it now, but I’m sure I will eventually.’
“I know, I know, but have you seen the world?” This can be interpreted as ‘You live in a tiny town in the middle of desert, you probably haven’t ever tasted chocolate or anything other than the by-products of goats, dates, and rough grain. You probably haven’t even danced before.’
“I’ve seen what I need to know.”
Crowley shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked in a slow half circle, he felt as if he were finally getting somewhere, “God has very little control over all these places, most of them are influenced by our lot, and these places are beautiful. More beautiful than you could ever imagine.” He stopped walking and turned towards Jesus, “If you go along with Gods plan, and die, you won’t ever get to see these places, if you turn away and come with me I can show you all of them. With your innate power, you could rule all of them, you don’t have to be the Son of God.”
Jesus considered him for a moment, “I am going to live billions of lifetimes in one night before I die. I am going to see and experience every person’s life, the good and the bad, both past, present and future.”
He grimaced and adjusted his glasses, “That sounds painful.”
“Well, yes, it’s a sacrifice to understand everything, but then everyone has a chance at redemption. Even you Crowley,” he gave him a knowing smile.
“JC, are you trying to tempt me?” Crowley nudged him.
He laughed, “Yes.”
“It’s not going to work.”
“It’s not going to work on me either.” They both chuckled, and then it died out into a rather awkward silence. Jesus spoke up, “I really appreciate this preview of the world, but do you think you could take us down from this mountain?”
“Oh, yes, of course.” Crowley snapped his fingers, cleared his through, and looked around at the desert again.
“Crowley?” A voice came from behind them and they turned around, “Crowley is that you?”
Jesus looked between the both of them, and then the new figure dressed in white stopped when he saw their faces.
“Oh, my Lord, I’m so sorry, I—I didn’t realize…” he looked awkwardly up at them with a flickering smile.
Crowley groaned and put his face in his palm.
Jesus looked mildly amused, “You two know each other?”
“Yes,” Said Aziraphale
“No,” Said Crowley, at the exact same time.
“Well—” started Aziraphale,
“We sort of—” cut in Crowley.
“We’re acquaintances, my Lord, nothing more.”
“Yes, that,” chimed in Crowley, “I don’t even know that his name is—what is your name again?”
Aziraphale looked at him disapprovingly, “Aziraphale, my Lord, I am Aziraphale,” he turned towards Jesus who was watching the exchange with growing enjoyment.
“I know.”
“You do?” Aziraphale’s expression changed from mild annoyance to that of a dog offered literally anything off its masters table.
“Of course, you were at my baptism too,” he looked between the two of them, “But you know, I have a general knowledge of my Fathers children. That includes both sides.”
Aziraphale looked at him in awe and Crowley rolled his eyes.
“I would think you would both be wiser than to lie to the Son of God, but I’ll let it pass. I am forgiving and all.”
Crowley and Aziraphale both looked down at their feet, both a little ashamed.
“Anyways, I guess I’m supposed to command you away Crowley. Thanks for the view of the world and the conversation. Get the hence Satan, and all that.” He gave him a small wave.
Crowley nodded, “I know you’re supposed to be the enemy and everything, but I like you.” He smiled, gave a small salute, and vanished.
“Walk with me Aziraphale.”
“Of course, my Lord.”
“Just Jesus is fine.”
Aziraphale nodded and fell into step with him.
Jesus looked at him and smiled, “So, how long have you two been in love?”
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