Frost Bite ( avengers fanfic)

Chapter 3

Bucky woke up to the sun blinding him as it shone through the windows. He sat up to see Frost sprawled out beside him. Both of them had passed out on Bucky's makeshift bed after talking and drinking all night. 

Frost was shaking, flinching every other second. Bucky sighed in recognition. He gently tapped the kids shoulder and Frost woke up with wide eyes. Seeing it was only Bucky they immediately relaxed, looking down and playing with their hands. A layer of ice covered their fingers.

"How long has it been? Since you got nightmares." Bucky asked while standing up, his back to the kid.

"Just since I got out of that place." Frost mumbled, running a hand down their face.

"Wait, how long have you been out for?"

"What day is it?"

"Tuesday."

"Then, five days." Bucky turned round in shock. 'Five days? no wonder HYDRA is still after the kid consistently.'

"Damn, I thought it would have been longer."  Frost just shook their head, standing up and walking past the soldier, rummaging around in his fridge. Only to find just some out of date milk and some sort of pickled food in a jar. 

"What the hell is this?" Frost picked up the jar, examining it with a disgusted look. "Do you have anything edible?"

"No actually, I don't, because someone interrupted my food shopping yesterday." Bucky said, giving Frost a pointed look, to which Frost blew off with a wave in his face. "We need to get you some things anyway so we can get something then."

"Wait what are we buying?" 

"If you really have been out for only a few days, then I'm guessing, also due to the lack of evidence, you have no belongings or a form of identity." Frost slowly nodded along. "So I know a guy in this city who can make you a fake passport and stuff."

"How do you know this guy can be trusted?" Frost said looking at Bucky with narrow eyes. 

"Well I got fakes from them when I came here and they haven't sold me out yet." Bucky grabbed a shirt that was hanging on a towel rack and walked into the bathroom to change. 

Frost stood still in the middle of the room, awkwardly swaying a little. Their eyes scanned around the place. Nothing had changed during the night. Except, of course their beanie that had fallen off their head at some point last night, left on the ground.

They picked it up and fixed it back on their head. Only their fringe and the bottoms of their hair stuck out. They thought back to their nightmare. It was strange for them to fall asleep. At HYDRA they were always put on drugs to make them fall into a dreamless sleep in an instant. It coincidently also diminished their powers. HYDRA was always cautious about their powers. HYDRA had created them, but they weren't sure how to control them. Until this drug came along. Then many more variants of it after that as well. 

Ice started to play about on their fingers. 

Bucky exited the bathroom in clean clothes and looked to see Frost, staring at the ground in a trance. He saw the ice starting to form, a sign that they felt in danger of unsafe. 

"Hey." Frost quickly snapped out of it at Bucky's words. "You ready?" Bucky nodded to the door, picking up his money from a box underneath a table. Taking a portion of it out, he looked to Frost. "You don't need-"

"Come on old man, what are you waiting on?" They cut him off quickly. Bucky just shook his head before reaching under a broken floorboard. He took out a handgun, tucking it in at the back of his jeans. Just in case.