pov- imagines

VERGLAS- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader
warnings: hydra, coldness, so many synonyms for cold. seriously so many
about: prompt- bucky letting y/n warm her hands under his shirt
a/n: verglas is basically cold lol

greenland was cold.

sure, new york got to low temperatures in the winter, but you would always be safely hidden in your room inside the compound, snuggled in a mountain of blankets and watching a movie with bucky by your side, wrapping you in him so as to not let any cool air in; or, you would be wrapped in various jackets as you trudged outside, leaning against your personal walking heater while he kept your hands warm and pressed kisses to your nose, making lovely hot sparks glimmer from head to toe and melt the chill off of your body like citronella wax dripping off of the long candles thor likes to place in candelabras.

however, your personal furnace is off doing avenger things just a short distance away from you, as you should be. you're trying, though, you really are, but it's just so cold and your fingers feel like they're about to fall off, so you don't bother actually using your fists, rather wrapping each person that runs at you in a vibrant purple that freezes them still. you scowl with each burst of energy, angry at everything- the way your boyfriend was literal feet from you, yet you couldn't even hug him, even if you really needed it, that, and how damn piercing the icy air was, pricking at your skin even under all the layers, especially angry at the thought that you could be in bed right now, swaddled in fluffy blankets and swathed in bucky's secure arms.

the image, so close you can feel the ghost of bucky's skin pressing heat into yours, yet unbearably far, makes you huff, your breath visible in white puffs that drive you to subconsciously tighten the violet hold you have on the people you're supposed to fight. you can already picture steve sighing, reminding you to use all of your abilities and not just the ones forced into you by the organization you're fighting. you would snit with an annoyed exhale and remind him of how the frost of the frigid air stuck to you like fingerprints to a piece of tape, riddled in you like you couldn't ever get rid of it.

until bucky came and thawed it away, of course.

there's another agent coming at you, and you briefly forget about the other people you're holding hostage, furrowing your brows and extending your arms towards the man, pushing him back with a blast of energy as the others drop to the floor. seeing some of them stand after a few silent seconds, you sigh, rubbing your hands together roughly, attempting to spark heat into your palms and stomping your foot in frustration, trapping all the the agents in a huge expelled plum swirl.

when you notice bucky dusting his hands off after socking a guy in the jaw and making him drop to the floor, you hum, small smile growing at the prospect of your very toasty boyfriend wrapping you in his embrace. the idea alone is enough to get you to render all the people in your hold unconscious. you walk over to one of them, a hasty look into his mind confirming the usb is kept in one of his pockets. you shake your head at how idiotic the whole organization is to believe a few weak guards with a drive "protected" by the pocket of their best- yet lousy- guard is enough to keep two of the best avengers away from what they are so desperately trying to keep from their hold.

you twirl it in your fingers, watching as it disappears into a billow of lilac. now stored safely within the confines of your magic, you turn to your boyfriend, already walking towards you with a demeanor that tells you he knows exactly what you want. "hey doll," he murmurs, hands wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, "you okay?" his cerulean eyes scan your figure nonchalantly, almost like he's checking you out, although you know it's to confirm there isn't a part of you that is even scratched.

you let yourself shiver when he's finally close to you, catching his frown as he runs his hands up and down your arm. "c'mon, we still have to wait for cleanup," he reminds. you sigh, putting your hands inside his pockets before you follow him close to the quinjet, away from the bodies that shield will be by to pick up later. "i'm cold," you whine when bucky leans against the jet. he tilts his head at you slightly, encasing your hands in his and blowing through the little spaces between his fingers. you smile at him, biting your bottom lip. you press a kiss to the outside of his hands in thanks, but remove yours from his and tug at his shirt. "still cold," you pout, and he sees right through you, identifying what it is you want immediately and thinning his eyes.

"please?" you implore, jutting out your lip and tugging on his fingers. bucky is normally unable to say no to you, but the way your eyes stare up at him, the mere thought of it seems impossible; he nods gently as a sign of consent that you squeal at. "oh, thank you, bucky," you say, peppering kisses on his cheeks and nose. you tug at his gear, pushing it away enough to let your frozen hands crawl up his stomach. he flinches when your ice fingertips splay across his abdomen, "jeez, doll, you're freezing," he observes. you nod, "i know. that's why you're so good for me, you melt away all my verglas."

bucky chuckles at your honest words, either getting accustomed to the glacial temperature of your hands or the heat of his body dissolving the frost of yours- like it always has. you drum your finger pads against the taut skin of his belly, sighing softly, "see? already working."

the sweet sound of bucky's laughter twinkles in your ears again, feeling his lips on your forehead and their movement as they whisper, "anytime you need it."

and, yes, he thinks, he'll warm you and your iced fingers up forever and always.