Winter seemed to drag on much longer
than usual. Nowhere near as bitter cold or harsh as ones you
remembered from your childhood, though there were a few heavy snow falls here
and there. Maybe it was Bucky leaving on missions that caused time
to slip by so slowly. Even though you’d spent quite a few winters alone at that
point, having him gone felt like forever. He hadn’t been on many, and there
were weeks when you both were together at home or the weekly trip to the
facility, despite the few times he woke up in a cold sweat and needed your
comfort more than usual. Yet he was still occasionally called out
with some of the others to who knows where. The latest one had
taken a small toll on him. You didn’t pry too much, but had
learned that there were some civilians injured, including a couple kids.
No fatalities aside from some bad guys, but it was still the sort of thing that
always hit Bucky a little harder.