early snow storms

Burden of Proof

Word Count: 2357

Request: “ Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” And a very pleasant thought it is. 

Warning: Language, making out, and utter ridiculousness

A/N: I had more free time than I anticipated, so you’re getting this early. You have the snow storm to thank for this nonsense.

Steve Version

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Ow ow ow ow ow!” you groaned through clenched teeth as Natasha dragged you through the halls and over the bodies of the incapacitated Hydra agents.

“Hush! There could still be some stragglers hanging around,” she hissed at you, readjusting her hold in order to pull you along more quickly.

“Well if you hadn’t been there to pull me out of the way, that delightful bullet would have definitely silenced me for good. You have only yourself to blame.”

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The cold north wind had settled upon the little village, blanketing it in snow and ice. Being so close to the frigged ocean waters, many assumed it was nothing more than an early snow storm. But high above the cloud, a lone figure circled, chanting an eerie and sad song.

He was human like with six shimmering wings that seemed to be made of ice crystals. His kind was awakening again, but he was one of the first up. Having spent the past thousands of years asleep in the arctic, the God hardly seemed ready to go back.

Rather, he descended on the village, wings stirring the ocean up as he settled at the edge of the waves. They shimmered and disappeared as he waded in up to his ankles, content to sadly watch the oceans in which his brothers lay sleeping.