Having some troubles with the usual official formatting for the post, but the next chapter of Cold Frame has been posted!
Excerpt:
The moment Bucky grabbed him, cool metal fingers gripping down powerfully into exposed skin, Steve’s arm lit up in cording veins of bright and bursting blue. He could see those lines spiderweb into the places the vibranium came into contact, pulsating up Bucky’s left arm alongside its own separate grooves of red, yellow, purple, and orange - evidence of his previous contact with Tony’s gauntlet. The light was intense enough that it was forcing its way through the fabric of Bucky’s charcoal shirt, traveling up beyond his heart before it broke free again along the skin of his neck, stunning even in the bright light streaming through the sides of the greenhouse.
Bucky kept staring at Steve throughout, hints of Infinity fading in and out of his irises. He tightened his grip against Steve’s pulse, then relaxed, pulling his palm up so it was no longer flush against Steve’s skin, though he kept his fingertips pressed into the paths of blue light.
In just under a minute, it was more sustained contact than the two of them had engaged in together since Steve had gotten back. There was something pouring into Steve at that realization - exhilaration, filling empty spaces, pushing aside parts of him that had started to deaden the first time he’d tried and failed to reach Siberia. He filled his lungs with a deep breath, then released it slowly.
