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WHAT ever
WHERE ever
WHEN Day 73 maybe? probably. that was a long blizzard tho.

[EYYYY IT FINALLY STOPPED SNOWING!!!

In fact, the roads are clear, even. Maybe the weird mechanical noises that could be heard in the wee hours of the morning were snowplows...? Sure. That seems like the reasonable explanation.

Seems like time... for a SNOWBALL FIGHT.

In fact, a snowball may be coming at you right now. Who threw that??

...did... anybody throw that?]

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[guess what he's doing the same thing now]

[sneaking up on his hiding place]

[how much of an arsenal can steve make before she gets here?]

[that is the question! probably quite a bit.

the next question is how much of it can he actually throw before she hurls a snowball at his ear?]

[answer, probably only one, right at her chest before he ducks down, trying for a short range offensive!]

[which will probably hit. her jacket can take the hit.

no fair, Rogers. you have the advantage here

only one thing to do about that: go in to steal your ammo]

Hey—!

[that's his ammo he worked for it! gonna try and wrestle her away]

[wrestling is gonna lead to pushing back, planting her metal shoulder right in his chest and at least trying to use her good arm to lob toss a snowball in his face]

[yeah he has a face full of snow now, trying to shake that out and grab her good hand by the wrist]

Hey now, Buck—!

You're not starting things you're not up to finish, are you?

[challenging, like for just a second she forgot the last seventy years or so, until he catches her wrist and she realizes what they're doing]

I can finish this anytime.

[grabbing a handful of snow in his free hand and pushing it into her hair]

[that gets a gasp out of her, before she pushes hard, like she has every intention of making Captain America snow angels.]

[whups he wasn't expecting that. he laughs with a yelp, slammed back into the snow while trying to dump more snow in her hair, he's having fun]

[she absolutely will pin him down with her legs to scrub snow over his hair.

only a little triumphant]

[not the hair! he's still laughing, trying to push her hand away]

Okay—okay I give, you win. You win, Buck.

[she'll flop off of him when he surrenders, leaning on her good arm and shaking snow out of her hair

huff]

See what you get?

[definitely smiling]

[aw. Steve sits up a bit to watch her, looking real pleased with himself]

I'd say I got something pretty good.

[another huff, glancing away. it was easier than she'd imagined to forget things for a moment. but they'll come back...

it was nice while it lasted though]

Maybe. I'm gonna have to take a shower to warm up now. There's snow down the back of my shirt because of you.

[even remembering this should be awkward, it's still... sort of nice?]

Think I can help with part of that.

[he gets up, dusting himself off and offering her a hand]

Coffee? Back at our place?

[she takes his hand, using it to pull herself up]

I could go for some coffee.

[he'll even help dust her off, patting her back as he does]

Let's go then.

[shoving her hand in her pocket as they start back]

So are you in a good mood, or you just always go around picking snowball fights with people?

It seemed like a good way to pass the time.

Oh, I see how it is.

I felt like you might enjoy it too.