SHIVERING WINTER BOWS DOWN & buries itself in the solid frost to give way to sweltering summer. his jacket clings between his shoulders. hot bullets of sweat spring out of his skin & run in rivulets, collect at the basin of his spine. the blue of his jacket is dark in spots ; his brow hosts the mats of unruly strands & thick sheen that comes with the mid day.
still, his flesh itches like the preamble to foreboding. something's coming.
bucky peels his coat away. his canteen leans against the sturdy block of his thigh. he rolls the sleeves up to bare the seams of his joints & revels in the cool relief of bare biceps in a soggy tee. ❛ hotter ‘n all get out & i could STILL use a smoke. takes off the edge. ❜
❛ got a match to spare, winchester? i’ll trade you the last of my chocolate. ❜