Snow Day

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Turned out you where heading to Nunavut, a part of Canada with the lowest population due to it being on the Arctic circle. The population was spread out into small cities and hidden villages. The language was Inuktitut, French and English but you supposed that would be in the cities. Steve would probably end up doing the talking since you hadn't spoken French in a long time, between the two of you it should be okay. You were dropped off at the airport where a letter was waiting for you both. Explaining that it was snow mobiles with a trailer to get to your new home. Wandering to the door you watch the snow fall, it was thick and fluffy and so pure looking. Not like home home where the snow looked like storm clouds falling from the sky after passing through layers of dirt and pollution in the air. You shiver as the door opens, letting in a gust of wind, your winter coat kept you warm but you hadn't thought about gloves or hat and scarf.

Steve ambles over looking like a giant blue yeti, the tip of his red nose peeking out from a scarf.

"Didn't you get a scarf or anything?" his eyes hold concern.

"Stupidly I didn't think of those things, I'll look through my case for some extra layers for now" you sit on the floor to dig through your case.

You didn't have to dig at all, finding a deep purple scarf folded up. Unwrapping it, matching gloves and a hat fall out. They are a very soft thick fleece with thermal lining, smiling you zip up you case and stand.

"So you did buy some" Steve says.

"No, I didnt buy these. Someone snuck extra gifts into my case" nobody had mentioned them.

You think on who could of done it, remembering the gifts you had gotten. Everybody gave you something except... Bucky. You hold the scarf up and smell it, yup a slight lingering smell of cedar and pears. Definitely Bucky but why? You wrap the scarf to cover your face, pull the hat on over your long hair and shove your fingers into the thick material of the gloves. Nodding at Steve you both leave the airport to find the snow mobiles.

You had both decided to stop for the supplies in the village before finding the house. The local Inuit people eyed you both carefully with curiosity but were happy for the business from you. There must not be a lot of new people very often and they looked pleasantly surprised when Steve spoke fluent french with them.

"What were they asking you?" you ask Steve as you pack the things into the trailer.

"If you were my wife?" he blushes and smiles as you giggle.

"I said yes, seemed like a good cover. Is that alright?" he nervously twitches.

"Sure, it's fine. Come on honey, let's get going" you lean in and kiss his cheek with a wink.

Steve flushes again but hugs you before getting on his snow mobile. Tony must of had a hand in them because they had GPS and heated seats which you were very grateful for. The GPS showed the house three miles away, shouldn't take long to get there but you wouldn't want to do it on foot.

It didn't take long to get to the house, it was more of a lodge with all thick wooden walls and a huge deck wrapped around it. Stepping inside it was an amazing mix of Tony's future crap and rustic furnishings. A huge white rug was on the floor infront of a white marble fire, the floors were a beautiful greyish white and the walls are white with dark blue touches everywhere. The kitchen was all shiney chrome and your pretty sure the fridge just said welcome.

"You take your bags up and I'll sort the supplies out" Steve carries the bags of food into the kitchen.

A spiral staircase lead you upstairs, opening the first door you come across you find a huge bathroom. It's all black and sparkling, spot lights in the ceiling making it all glitter. Moving on to the next door you find a master bedroom with an en-suit. This is where you drop your bags knowing Steve won't mind since your staying here longer. The next door is another bedroom with a big bed in the middle, you put Steve's bags down and close the door. Heading back to the kitchen, Steve is making soup. It smells divine and it's just what you need after the cold.

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