Pairing/s: None
Characters/s: Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers
Canon: AA
Au: None
Warnings: Implied injury and hypothermia?
Prompt - Stuck in a blizzard
The wind blows viciously against the downed Quinjet, battering against the twisted and broken sides of the ship. The snow slowly builds up outside and Sam hopes that they don't get buried before they can get out of here. "Don't worry, Cap. It's going to be alright" He says, pulling Steve closer to him, he hopes the emergency blanket and their shared body heat will be enough to pull them through until rescue comes.
The mission was long and tiring, they both had wanted to get back to the tower as soon as they could. They had known this area was somewhat risky, but they thought it would be fine. That it would be no problem, that the Quinjet would be able to handle it. The area was only a moderate storm risk though. They should only have expected a slight turbulence. Nothing like this.
The wind blew them right out of the sky. But Sam supposes that wasn't so bad. The sky was almost completely whited out with snow now. If they had entered the storm right at this moment, they wouldn't have any idea which way was up. They could have flown themselves right into the ground for all they would have known.
One of the first things Sam fixed was the emergency beacon. He knows Tony will find them and get them out of here. It is a matter of time now, waiting out the storm so the rescue party can come in safely. "Once the storm clears, Tony will come for us. We'll be out of here in no time" he assures Steve but there is no response. There has been less and less from Steve since the crash. .
"We'll be home for Christmas, I'm sure of it." He says. He is sure of it. Tony will get them out of here, no problem. It'll take no time at all, they just need to hang tight. He hopes that's true anyway.
He has no doubts that Tony will come for them, and that he'll find them. But they were running out of time fast. He doesn't know how long the storm will last but he's beginning to think that it might not mater in the end. It was getting colder, the fires in the Quinjet have all died out. And more concerning… Steve had stopped shacking, and he knows it is not for the lack of cold. He rubs Steve's arms, trying to warm him up.
"We'll have a nice warm Christmas, how does that sound?" he says longingly. He really wishes they were back at the tower. "Nice toasty fireplace, marshmallows, warm fluffy sweaters… We'll cuddle up in front of the TV and watch Christmas movies" He wishes they were anywhere but here.
Sam stills his hands and just holds Steve close. It probably wasn't doing much good anyway, he thinks. He lifts up a hand and looks at it tiredly "Just… hang in there, Steve" His hands were coated in blood, Steve's blood. "Please" he whispers, voice breaking.
End