Anonymous asked: "Can you do a prompt where either Cor and Bucky or Cor and Steve get snow/rained in together on a mission and they end up confessing some feelings? Thanks. :D your writing is amazing!"

Corinne sighed heavily, and tapped her earpiece off.

"The storm's too big right now to extract us. They have to wait for a gap." She said to the man behind her, squinting as she did so.

The snow, normally drifting and beautiful, was so dense in this storm that she could barely make out Bucky. If he nodded in response, she couldn't see. The biting wind stung her face while she shivered.

He was at her elbow before she realized he had moved.

"Follow me, I know a safe house." He said, practically into her ear. Another shudder went through her at the proximity. She reminded herself he was only this close so she could hear him over the howling wind.

They trekked through the meter deep snow. It seemed to only get higher and higher as they went on, and she stumbled a few times. He was always instantly there to help her up, unaffected thanks to being enhanced.

Eventually they came upon the safe house. It was a small wood cabin, completely fitting in the swirling white storm. She blinked. This was the perfect setting for two different types of movies. A horror movie, or a-

"You can come in now." Bucky spoke up from the door. He had done something to the door knob, and it was now open.

She followed him inside, eager to get out of the cold.

It was surprisingly not as dusty as she thought it would be. It was sparse, but adequate. There was a table and some chairs facing a fireplace, and a couple of cabinets and shelves on the opposite wall. She could see only two other doors in the cabin. One leading to a bathroom, and another leading to a bedroom.

"Is this SHIELD?…" She asked as she observed her new surroundings.

He had gotten out some logs from one of the cabinets was starting a fire in the fireplace. "I found this after…I realized. It was abandoned so I added some things and stayed here for a while. It's untraceable."

The fire blazed into life, and she sat herself beside him to absorb the warmth.

"It's nice," she smiled at him, "kinda cute. Quaint."

He looked at her, bright face illuminated by the flickering flames. Her cheeks were still tinged a rosy pink from the outside, and he decided he liked that flushed look on her.

"Like you." He murmured to himself, barely audible.

"What?" She lifted an eyebrow inquisitively.

He mentally reprimanded himself. Stop, what are you doing? You almost gave it away.

"I'll go warm up something. I think have some food left from last time. Stay here." He responded, getting to his feet as fast as possible.

"…okay?" The sudden departure caught her off guard, but she shrugged it off.

Bucky procured some canned soup from the cabinet. After heating it up in the fireplace, they ate it in companionable silence. The sky had darkened, but the whistling wind of the storm went on.

They basked in the warmth of the fire and chatted amiably. Fits of laughter occasionally erupted from the two as they spoke of their pasts-the good parts.

"Steve was so reckless back then." He huffed as she wiped tears from laughing at the outrageous situation they had once gotten into. "After the serum, it got even worse."

"Tell me about it." She rolled her eyes good heartedly. "During our missions, he would give such safe orders for us but go off leaping from ridiculous places himself. I've had to stop him so many times."

"Thanks for that."

"Stopping my friend from doing stupid things?"

"No," he chuckled, "for looking out for him when I couldn't."

She smiled.

"We should probably get some sleep. Mission paperwork's waiting for us when we get back anyway."

"Yeah, bed's over there." He waved in the direction of the bedroom.

She made her way to it but stopped when she realized he was still in front of the fire. "You coming?"

He shook his head and looked at her as if she was crazy.

She groaned, remembering the habits of Steve and how of course Bucky would be the same. "My honour is going to stay intact, Bucky. I don't have the cooties either so just sleep with me already."

"I don't-You can't, that's…" He trailed off at her unwavering gaze. "Fine." He looked away as she smiled victoriously at him.

They went to their own sides of the bed and settled in. The bedroom was significantly cooler than the living room. Not freezing thanks to the heat of the fire travelling to here, but still slightly chilly.

Corinne shivered despite the blankets on top of her. Ignore it, she thought, it's not that cold.

She tried to go to sleep, but she only tossed and turned.

Suddenly, she felt a warm presence at her back. Bucky had wordlessly draped an arm over her and already she felt warmer.

"Is this…okay?" He said hesitantly.

She turned to face him so she could curl up into him. "Better than okay. Thanks."

Encompassed in the strong frame of him, she felt herself drifting into sleep. The man himself now struggled to be pulled into the lull of sleep. He glanced down at her and looked away.

She looked just as beautiful as she was awake. His own heart skipped at the image of her in his arms. This memory would forever be in his mind and it hurt. It hurt him because he knew that this would never happen again.

"I love you." Bucky whispered. She wouldn't hear, but he wanted to just say it. It wasn't like he would ever get to while she was awake. "You deserve better than me in that way, but god, I love you."

His heart stopped when she shifted and opened her eyes.

"Don't put yourself down like that." She frowned at him sleepily. "What makes you think that?"

His mouth had gone dry and he struggled to get his words out. "I'm too messed up for you. I-I've killed so many, and all you've ever done is save people with your lives."

"I'm messed up too." Corinne replied easily. "We share the same kind of nightmares, remember? I've also been through HYDRA."

"And whose fault is that?" His face scrunched up in pain.

"You can't possibly blame yourself for what happened to me."

"They caught you to replace me. If I hadn't left them after SHIELD fell, if I had gone back, it wouldn't have happened to you."

Corinne's eyes widened. "That's…"

He nodded, untangling himself from her. He should have stayed in the living room after all, it seemed. Now whatever friendship they had was ruined.

Thanks to you and your dumb mouth, James.

Her hand shot out and grasped his wrist. He felt himself be pulled forward until arms wrapped around him in a hug.

"They had Pietro, Wanda, and a bunch of other assassins too, probably. They wanted me from the beginning, and had that elf from the other side helping them. Your leaving had nothing to do with what happened to me." She shook her head against his shoulder. "If it wasn't me, it would have been someone else."

"Still." He protested.

"I would have never met you if you stayed with them." She leaned back so she could see his face. "And I would have never got to love you like I do now."

He gaped at her. She looked back at him with determination.

"I love you." She repeated.

They moved towards each other almost in sync, and soon they were kissing. She had her hands threaded through his hair. He had one hand around her waist, pulling her in as close as possible, almost possessively. The other hand, the metal one, cradled one side of her face gently.

"I love you." He murmured between their kisses as they both gasped for breath. He gazed at her in adoration while they panted. "I love you, I love you…"

Neither of them were cold again afterwards.